I wake up to find Peeta playing with my long hair; he is smiling as his hands tenderly comb my hair. "Morning," I tell him, smiling as he kisses my forehead gently. The baby kicked, and I put a hand on my ginormous stomach. "Morning baby," Peeta whispers, as he leaned down to plant a kiss on my tummy. The baby kicks again.

"Up and kicking again," I commented as I slumped back into the pillows, trying to get comfortable again, which seemed impossible these days.

"One more month," Peeta said his eyes bright.

"One more month," I repeated, trying to ease myself.

"How about we go to the meadow today?" Peeta asked me.

I loved the meadow; we always go there on this day every year. This terrible but wonderful day. The purple Lilac trees bloomed just a year after the war in a place that was bombed, it was sort of a miracle. There were tons of them, just grew out of nowhere, they were beautiful. Peeta found them one day while he was looking for me when I was hunting. That's where our first kiss was, well the first kiss after everything, it meant something. That's when I knew, I knew that Peeta was mine. I thought back to our wedding, small, quiet, but Effie made the field even more beautiful. "I'd love to," I told him.

Peeta ended up carrying me halfway because my feet hurt so badly. I was a small, not too tall and skinny, having something the size of a watermelon at my mid-section was completely uncomfortable.

We sat on a blanket, and Peeta packed cheesy buns. I truly did love it here; it was a place for just Peeta and I. It was true. It was ours. It was romantic.

"So, have you thought about names sweetheart?" Peeta asked suddenly.

I was a little lost for words. I forgot about the whole naming thing. My mind began swimming. "No, we don't know if it's a boy or a girl yet," I replied.

"I know, but we should have ideas," Peeta said softly, as he rubbed my arm gently.

"What were you thinking?" I asked him, wondering.

"I think his or her name should mean something, if it were a boy I was thinking maybe your father's name, William," Peeta said, smiling a bit.

Happiness flooded me, Peeta really was amazing, I cuddled into him and he put his hand on my mountains stomach. "What about your father?" I asked.

"Or my father, William Noah or Noah William. Or Will Cinna Noah or Cinna Finnick. Those are just a few ideas I have floating through my mind.

Tears are brought to my eyes at how much thought Peeta has put into this. My hormones have me crying all the time; it makes me feel so weak. "What if it's a girl?" I manage.

"I was thinking, Prim, or Rue or Primrue. Another one was Lillah, because of because of this place, it means something to us. The lilac flowers are beautiful," Peeta told me as he looked into space, smiling.

My mind considered these options. Lilah. Primrose. Rue. "My sister and I were named for plants my father admired, those Lilac trees they are special to us," I said. To me, those Lilac trees meant that love will come again, like the Dandelion in the spring, they meant rebirth instead of destruction. That we were going to make it.

"I like it," I told him truthfully. "I love it. Lilah Primrue Mellark," I said tasting how the words flowed out.

Peeta nodded in encouragement then kissed my belly. It's unbelievable how the months just flew by, that we were already choosing a name.

"You know we don't have to decide today, just ideas," Peeta reassured me.

I nodded and leaned my head on his stable chest.

"Now are the times were we are happy," Peeta whispered, trying to get me to smile.

"It's just so hard sometimes though Peeta," I told him, my eyes watering. "Hormones," I added as I wiped my eyes.

Peeta put my face in his hands tenderly. "I know, I know it is hard," he told me.

Right then and there, I just cried in the arms of my husband. "You remember what today is?" I choked out.

"Yes," he replied, as he began rocking me back and forth.

Today was the anniversary of the war, the anniversary of the day my sister died. And Finnick. They hold a ceremony near the old capitol, but we don't go. Our days of standing in front of crowds and playing peoples games are over. Days filled with the sound of newborn cries and bottles are coming. But still, you never forget what got you there in the first place. You never forget the horrible things that happen to you. Ever. In hopes that someday, you can put it behind you. Like we used to say, may the odds ever be in your favor. I know I haven't, I know Peeta hasn't but that does not mean we don't have rights to a happy ending somehow, and maybe this child will help us to our happy ending.

Peeta starts to cry too and I rub circles on his chest. I would be nowhere near happy without him. Peeta brought light back into my life. "Thank you, for being you," I tell him.

"Always," he replies unsteadily, and then kisses my forehead.

Baby Mellark is coming soooonn! Also, sorry about lack on updating, school has started up again and things are hectic. Tell me what you think so review! Thank you for reading guys.

-Megan