As soon as I woke up, I just knew, I knew that after nine months and six days that this baby is coming. "Peeta," I said nudging him slightly.

"Hmm," he asked, not even lifting his head.

A sharp pain went through me. "Peeta, the baby," I told him.

This got his attention, and he quickly sat up. "Are you…is the baby coming?" he asked frantically. His hands found my belly, feeling it, the baby kicked hard.

"Yeah, the baby is coming," I said calmly. "Call my mother," I ordered him immediately. My mother had been in town for the past two weeks, staying at an inn in town, she said she wanted to be there for me. I appreciated her being here, but I could tell she missed her work.

Peeta got up frantically, his eyes searching as he reached for the phone on the nightstand. "Okay, okay, you okay?" he asked his eyes frantic.

I looked at him like he was nuts. "Peeta, we knew this day was coming calm down," I told him calmingly. Honestly, you would think he was the one giving birth.

"Okay, call your mom on it," Peeta as he dialed the inn's number.

"Hold in there, baby," I whispered, patting my baby bump. I heard Peeta's panicked conversation with my mother, then he called Haymitch, you could tell that Haymitch was still half asleep by the way Peeta had to repeat his words. Finally, Peeta hung up and turned to me.

"Anything I can do?" Peeta asked.

Honestly, until I had another contraction it was just a waiting game. "Yes, show me the room," I told him honestly. There was nothing I wanted more, other than get this baby out of me, to see that room. The room Peeta had been working on for months and months. The nursery.

Peeta gave me a half smile, then came over to my side, scooped me up carrying me bridal style. I giggled and he took me down the hall, we stopped at the nursery door. "You ready?" Peeta asked, as he turned the knob. My heart began to beat, as he opened the door.

The room was breathtaking. Every inch of the wall painted with something, flowers, and blue skies, sunsets, and trees. It was like stepping into a beautiful forest. The crib was up against the wall above the crib was a beautiful Primrose, a purple one, Prim's favorite. Tears came to my eyes as I reached out towards the flower.

I also found a mural of a field of dandelions by the rocking chair. Our meadow of Lilac trees painted in the corner. A beautiful sunset, illuminating the room with orange, Peeta's favorite kind of orange. I was amazed.

I felt a sharp pain, and I sat down in the rocking chair, closing my eyes. About twenty minutes apart the contractions were now. From the little medical knowledge I knew, it would be awhile before a baby would be here. I took a deep breath as the pain subsided. "Peeta," I whispered as I opened my eyes and found his blue ones looking into mine.

"It's truly beautiful," I told him, kissing him lightly.

"No more than you are," Peeta said in his cheesy romantic like way.

I laughed. "I am about to give birth in a few hours, I look like a fat pig," I said.

"No, you don't," Peeta said. "I am glad you like it, sweetheart."

"I love it," I corrected him. He just smiled and took my hand in his. "We are having a baby today."

"We are having a baby today," he repeated, assuring me.

My mother arrived less than twenty minutes later, Haymitch wobbled in too, claiming he was here to see if we had alcohol but he knows very well we don't. My mother was trying to convince me to take pain medicatons. "Katniss, they will make this whole thing easier," she insisted.

I sat on the couch, the pain was getting worse, and Peeta's desperation began to rise. "Should we take her to a hospital out of town?" he asked my mother.

"No, we won't get there in time. There is the clinic," my mother said, but I interrupted her.

"No mother, I can do this here. I don't need fancy equipment, you did this at home. All the women of old District 12 did this at home, so can I? I will be fine," I told them forcefully.

"Were just worried," Peeta said unconvinced.

"Peeta, I have had worse pain in my life," I told him. I looked him in the eyes and he knew I was talking about emotional pain, physical pain was nothing compared to all the emotional pain I have been through. I was strong. I could do this.

Five hours later, Haymitch was passed out in a dining room chair, my contractions were getting worse and Peeta was still holding my hand looking white in the face. Another contraction, I closed my eyes, squeezed Peeta's hand. I'll be okay. I'll be oaky.

"Katniss, you will be ready to push soon, you ready?" my mother asked seriously.

I nodded, I wanted to be done. I wanted this baby out. The pain hit again, and the rest was a blur. There was Peeta stroking my hair, and looking really white. There was my mother encouraging me. Haymitch was standing behind me, holding my head refusing to look anywhere near my legs, keeping his eyes looking into mine. I remember him saying, "You can do this sweetheart."

Then came the part that was clear, the part where I held this baby that was mine in my arms. "It's a girl," my mother announced. I laughed, tears stung my eyes, and Peeta kissed the side of my forehead. Haymitch passed out.

"He will be okay," my mother said shrugging.

I looked at my daughter, she was beautiful. Her cries were even sort of beautiful. Wrapped in a blanket, I could see she had my dark hair; it was wavy though like Peeta's. Her features were so delicate; I ran my finger lightly across her forehead. She had Peeta's nose, and my lips. But her eyes almost made me stop breathing; they were big beautiful Peeta blue eyes. I never before in my life loved someone the way that I love her; I would do anything for her. Looking at her, I knew, I knew that we could do this. That she was meant to be.

"She is perfect," Peeta said as he kissed her forehead.

"Lilah Primrue Mellark," I said, defiantly sure that this was her name.

That evening, after Haymitch and my mother said their goodbyes, it was just Peeta and I with Lilah. Peeta held her in his arms as we sat together in the nursery. I sat in a chair opposite to Peeta and Lilah. Peeta never stopped smiling, as he rocked her.

"I can't get over how perfect she is," he said happily.

"Me either. She is here, it feels surreal," I replied as I leaned back, I was exhausted the pain was still there but was beginning to subside.

"You want to hold her, while I go grab her bottle?" Peeta asked me and I nodded. Peeta placed Lilah in my arms, and looked at her. So innocent, so safe. She had a clean slate. No mistakes. She had not been hurt or burned by this cruel world. She was the definition of perfect. Amazing how a person like me with so much past and so much hurt could bring something so precious with no past and a completely bright future into this world.

I rubbed small circles on her tummy and watched her eyes fall, mine began to close and I slipped into much needed sleep with the comfort of my daughter in my arms.

Okay, so Lilah has arrived. Let me know what you think so review, thank you so much guys!

-Megan