Author's Note: Wow, it's been so long since I updated this story! I reread some of it, and your reviews, thanks for that, and have decided to WAIT on the baby's birth. I need time to think out the logistics and all that jazz. So this chapter is what Callmecrazy suggested, where they talk with Haymitch about Rosy's wish. If you like this Chapter, the baby will be born much sooner. But only with your reviews can I complete what I began. Oh, and please read my newest Tangled fic, I feel like it needs some love too. So without further ado, Chapter 3!
Chapter 3
It's official according to Dr. Thorn. He had told me that my baby was to be born healthy and on schedule. For me, this news had been quite the relief for both Peeta and myself. His hand gripped mine tightly as we made our way to Haymitch's home. Rosy had been having the same dream for a while now, it involved Prim, and my unborn child. We (Peeta and I) had no clue what the meaning of all this was, but we had to find out, sober Haymitch was just the man to talk to.
"So, let me get this straight," Haymitch says, tapping his meaty fingers on the wooden table. "Your daughter wished that you'd have a boy… and you are having a boy?" he says. Peeta sighs, giving me a look. I give him a look in return before we both turn back to Haymitch. "To be quite honest with you guys, that kind of thing happens all the time. Katniss, you've been carrying that child for 8 months now, it's been a boy the entire time, and you don't need to worry about your daughter's suspicious wishes. Tell me, has she had any strange dreams lately?" he adds after a moment. Peeta runs his fingers through his hair.
"Yes, she had one last night actually," I explain to Haymitch. He raises his eyebrows as if he's trying to say tell me more. I turn to Peeta before I continue. "She saw Prim, holding a little bundle in her arms. Prim told her something about protecting this child, because one day he will… and that was it. Rosy said that she woke up before Prim could finish," I tell him. Peeta nods to confirm my story. Haymitch continues to tap his fingers on the table.
"I need you to keep monitoring her behavior. If she has a dream tonight, come see me first thing tomorrow morning. The train doesn't arrive until 2 o' clock, so it's best to get me before then," Haymitch says. Peeta nods and thanks Haymitch for everything before grabbing my hand. We then leave Haymitch to tap his fingers.
"Did you notice anything weird with Haymitch lately?" I ask Peeta as we make our way to Annie's house to retrieve Rosy. Peeta lets out a laugh.
"Weird? Impossible, if you're referring to the tapping thing, it's the outlet that Dr. Thorn gave him to keep his mind off liquor," he says. I turn my head back to Haymitch's house, which grows further and further away.
"Well I'd say it's working," I tell Peeta. He laughs and wraps his arm around my shoulder. I laugh along with him, it is these moments that make me glad I married Peeta. We approach Annie's little house, where she, Blake, and Rosy are tending to her flowers. Boxes of roses and sunflowers line the front of the house. Annie turns around and gives us a smile. She nudges Rosy slightly, who turns around and runs up to us, wrapping her tiny arms around Peeta. Annie and Blake come over to us, hand in hand. I look at Blake, he reminds me so much of Finnick, the red hair, the green eyes, and I was surprised that Annie was able to get along so well.
"Thank you for watching Rosy," Peeta tells Annie gratefully. Annie simply nods. Blake looks over at Rosy and blushes a bit. Peeta gets down to eye level with Rosy and says something inaudible. She turns from Peeta to Annie and Blake.
"Thank you for everything Miss Annie and Blake!" she says to them happily. Annie nudges Blake slightly.
"You're welcome Rosy!" Blake says. Rosy blushes and hides behind Peeta. All three of us parents laugh, Peeta thanks Annie once again and we leave.
"Did you enjoy spending time with Blake and Miss Annie?" I ask as we make our way home. Rosy nods quickly, snuggling closer to Peeta. I open the door and Peeta lets go of Rosy's hand, letting her free in the house. He wraps his arms around me, to the best of his ability anyway, and kisses me.
"How did I ever end up with such a perfect wife?" Peeta asks. I chuckle, feeling my face heat up a little bit. Suddenly I feel weak, my head pounds, and my whole body begins aching. I can hear Peeta screaming my name before it all goes black.
The area around me is pitch black. A little blue light shines in the distance; I don't know where I am, or what happened. All I remember is passing out. The blue light approaches me, and a being forms from it. An exact copy of Prim is what I see in front of me. Her face is scarred from the bomb that took her life, and she is made of the blue essence. She smiles at me and reaches out to take my hand.
"Hello Katniss," Prim says cheerfully. "It's been such a long time!" I nod, just at loss for words in this situation. I think to myself that this could be what Rosy had been seeing. "I'll bet you're confused. I felt the need to talk to you, so I contacted you. Normally my essence wouldn't have reached you until you fell asleep out of your own free will. But it must be your baby that threw it off," she says. "I'm just glad that I was able to reach you!" She tightened her grip on my hand and pulled at me, obviously wanting me to go somewhere with her. I follow, still unable to speak. We approach the end of a tunnel, and when we enter into the light, we are in the meadow. Prim has taken on a more human form, her hair a natural color along with her clothes. "I came to warn you Katniss…"Prim said after a moment. I stepped up next to my sister.
"What do you mean?" I ask more silently than I'd like. Prim reaches out her hand, a little Mockingjay flies down and lands on her palm. It chirps at Prim, and then turns to me.
"I mean that your unborn child will be different than your daughter. You must watch his behavior because one day he will have flashbacks of the Hunger Games. I'm not saying that this will occur right away. But there is a way to prevent it," Prim said. I gulped as the Mockingjay moved from Prim's palm to mine. "See this Mockingjay? It is the last in all of Panem. His beak is a stunning red, find the bird; you prevent any flashbacks for your son."
"What must I do once I find the bird?" I ask. Prim sighs and faces me so I can clearly see her scars.
"You must contact Rue… she can tell you the rest," Prim tells me, her figure begins to dissipate.
"But, but wait! Prim! How do I contact Rue?" I ask as Prim disappears more and more.
"I miss you Katniss, I must go now… goodbye," Prim says. Then she turns into the blue essence again and disappears. I fall to my knees.
"Rue's dead! How do I contact her?" I call into the sky. My voice echo's over and over… Rue's dead, Rue's dead. The meadow around me begins to dissipate and I am back in the black area.
I jolt up from my dream. My head still hurts, and I am in my bed, with Peeta sitting beside me. He grabs me in a hug and holds me close.
"Oh Katniss! You're alright!" he cries happily. I remember what echoed in my head in my dream. Rue's dead…
"What happened?" I ask, confused as to what's going on. Peeta sighs.
"You passed out Katniss. You've been out for three hours," he explains. I bite my lower lip, contemplating whether or not I should tell Peeta that I saw Prim in my dream.
"Hey Peeta?" I ask. Peeta looks at me with a concerned expression on his face.
"Yes Katniss?" he asks. I ready to tell him about Prim and the Mockingjay, but I am cut off by a sharp pain in my stomach. I feel wet all of a sudden. I ignore what I was saying before and looked Peeta in the eyes.
"It's time…" I tell him.
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