I hope you like this. And I think you will. Next chapter is going to answer a lot of questions. But this chapter is going to answer one BIG question you're probably curious about. *hint hint nudge nudge slap in the face*. I'm doing this from Peeta's POV again

Chapter 7

Reckoning

Peeta's POV

Katniss let out a yelp of pain. "Peeta, go get Dr. Crane. I'll take care of her," Prim orders. I'm reluctant to leave her, but I know that she'll be in good hands. Before I even make up my mind, my legs are carrying me towards the town. He wasn't answering his phone which would have been so much easier.

My legs thud into the ground carrying me further and further. I can see the tall roof of the golden building that is the District 12 Suits. Dr. Crane is standing outside talking to a women but this is urgent so I have to interrupt him. "The baby is coming!" I choke out. He doesn't say a word rather he just follows behind me.

It takes about ten minutes to get back to the house. Gale is watching us run in and follows behind us. I'm huffing and out of breath. "What's going on?" Gale asks. "Mrs. Mellark is going into labour," says Dr. Crane. "Ms. Everdeen!" Gale corrects. But he still follows us inside.

Katniss is screaming with pain when we reach her. I grab her hand and she is holding back her tears. "You're always trying to be so strong, love," I say with a smile. This gets her smiling. But when she sees Gale, she starts yelling like nothing is going on. "Get him OUT! Peeta, get him OUT!" she shouts. "Catnip, let me be here for you," he pleads. I let this go on because it is her decision. "Not after what you did."

"I'm sorry for what I did. I didn't think she'd die. Honestly. You have to believe me. Even if you don't, let me be here for you," he begs her. She doesn't protest anymore because of the pain. She's looking into my eyes like this is it.

I never thought of the possibility of losing her. This wasn't even something I had considered. But I wouldn't let her die. I couldn't because then the biggest part of me would die. And I'd have no reason to live on without her. Gale holds her and Dr. Crane injects her with something. "What's that?" I ask hesitantly. "Morphling. It will help her with the pain and maybe even help her along," explains Dr. Crane. "Is she going to be alright?" Prim asks with fearful eyes.

"Everything is moving along perfectly. Everything should go accordingly." I feel more relieved by I'm not at ease yet because she's still in pain. And her screams are killing me. I can feel a hallucination coming on. "I'll be right back," I say leaving the room.

I move out to the backyard for a minute. Clenching a tree branch to steady myself, I let out a scream. Deep inhaling and exhaling is what my doctor recommended when I feel this. Everything looks red and my head is throbbing. This lasts longer than normal. But I manage to cool down and re-enter the house.

"You're almost there." I run in and grab hold of her hand again. "Where'd you go?" she asks weakly. "I was getting ill for a moment. But I'm here now," I say and stoke her hair gently. "Congratulations on having your first daughter," says Dr. Crane. Prim jumps with excitement and scurries over to the baby. I don't even register she's been born until I hear the small cu that is her cry. Prim dries her of the blood and wraps her in a yellow blanket. She hands the baby to Katniss and I lean over.

She has Katniss' striking grey eyes. This is her most striking feature. She's beautiful just like her mother. "Baby Sawyer," I say softly kissing her head. This is the first time I've ever seen Katniss really smile in a very very long time. Prim slides her tiny fingers under the soft yellow blanket and holds the baby, a smile light her face up.

Gale watches the child with a strange look in his eye. It's beginning to scare me. When he notices this, he disappears probably to his home that is now finished. Katniss watches him leaving with even stranger eyes. I don't know if they're happy he's leaving or pleading for him to stay. But she takes the baby into her arms and watching them, they're my family. They're who I'm supposed to protect. But the problem is, I don't know yet if they need protection from this new approaching army, or if I they'll be safe.