It's three in the morning and my body won't shut off. Prim has been in labor for seven hours, and Mama is delivering her. She comes downstairs and everyone still awake sits up.
"She's going to be in labor for a while, and the baby probably won't be born until tomorrow morning, tomorrow being December first." She says.
"Well I'm not moving." I say.
"I don't expect you to." She says. She goes back upstairs. Peeta taps my knee.
"I have a plan," he whispers.

…s…

We went home, and by home, I mean New York. We dropped everything that's ours off at home and then we went to Prim and Alex's house. Its only six in the morning. He stopped at Home Depot and got some paint. I pull on a ratty old T-Shirt as he begins to paint the room I know they're setting as the nursery. In August, they moved from their apartment to a house.
He does yellow, because that's both Prim and Alex's favorite color.
We sing together without any music as I set up everything and unpack it all. Peeta paints the whole room a soft yellow, and my nine at night, we've set up the whole nursery.
We open up the window and leave.
….s…

I have paint on my jeans and hands when we get back to Kentucky at the hospital at eight. I haven't slept in twenty four hours.
I don't sleep again. Peeta begs for me to sleep. Everyone does, actually, but I'm so tired that I get snippy.
"Shut up. I'm not going to sleep, now leave me alone." I snarl. Peeta silence, because he knows better, but nobody else does.
"Katniss, I swear to god, go to sleep or-" Haymitch begins.
"Shut up! I'm not going to sleep! Leave me the fuck alone, my sister is in labor for fucks sake!" Everyone gives up.

…s…

Prim doesn't have the baby the next morning, and before I know it, it's been forty eight hours since I've slept. I'll occasionally get a glare from Peeta. He's mad at me because I refuse to sleep. Everyone is pissed at me because I refuse to sleep.
Mama comes downstairs.
'Aunt Lillian, please tell your stupid, stubborn ass daughter to go the fuck to sleep." Johanna says.
"No," Mama says. "Katniss, Prim had the baby and she won't let anyone come up until you've seen the baby." She says. I get up. "And then Peeta, take Katniss home to New York and knock her unconscious."
"I'm not going home after this." I say stubbornly.
"Yes you are. Prim said you can't see the baby after now until you've completely made up the forty eight hours. She said she'll be home by then, and Peeta is to judge how much sleep you've had." I groan and let her lead me down the hall.
She heads left and I follow her. We walk into a quiet room. Alex is at her bedside, and Prim is awake, but exhausted. There's a tiny baby in her arms.
"His name is Chase Spencer Payte." She says. Alex's last name is Payte.
"His?" I repeat.
"It's a boy." She smiles and sits up, moving her feet and patting the spot in front of her. I sit down and she carefully places my nephew in my arms. "Seven pounds and eight ounces." Prim whispers. I can help but cry as I hold him. My mother, Alex and Prim are all smiling. I make sure to keep my tears from his face. He's sucking his thumb and his eyes are shut, but he has Alex's dark hair. "Mama, can you go and get Peeta? They need to go home so Katniss can sleep." Prim says.
I never want to put him down. He moves his feet and opens his eyes. He's got Prim's blue eyes.
"He's got your eyes," I whisper to Prim. She smiles and nods excitedly.
Peeta walks into the room, and I scoot closer to Prim. He sits down next to me. I'm silent for a long time, but then I remember he probably wants to hold him.
"Oh, do you want to hold him?" I ask. He nods his head.
"His name is Chase Spencer Payte," Prim whispers. I hand Chase to Peeta, who stares at him.

PEETA'S POV

As I hold my practically nephew, I realize something. I want to get married to Katniss as soon as possible, because I'm ready for a baby.
Chase is the most adorable baby I have ever seen in my entire life, and I want to have a baby with Katniss.
"Okay, you need to get her to sleep." Prim says. I hand her back Chase, and then have to practically drag Katniss out of the hospital.

….a…

She's passed out on the floor. I dropped her off at home and then went grocery shopping. I carry all the groceries into the house, feeding Godiva after putting everything away. I knew she was close to falling unconscious. I still remember when that whole thing with her pregnant student happened and she went a whole twenty four hours without sleep and she fell unconscious. She's been up for forty eight hours, more now, because it's eight in the morning on December second. She hasn't slept a wink in three days, like forty six hours or something. I've slept eight hours every night, so I'm rested and ready to go. I try to wake her, but she doesn't stir, and that's how I know she's unconscious.
I lift her into my arms and her head hangs back and I know it hurts her. I carry her to our bedroom and strip her down to her bra and underwear before tucking her into bed, kissing her lips and going out to the livng room.
I set up the TV, the computer, the desk we got at Walmart, the moniter, the stero system. I go in to check on her and she hasen't moved. A pang of worry flashes in my chest, but I brush it off. She's been out for two days, she's perfectly fine.

…..s…..

I wake up three times that night and check on her. She hasn't moved a finger. At ten in the morning, she's still out of it. It's been twenty four hours. I'm beginning to panic, and I try to rouse her but she doesn't move.
At eight at night, she's still out of it.
I pace around for a while.
The next morning, which has now been over forty eight hours, she's still completely out of it.
I try to calm myself down, but I can't. She's not waking up. I even pour water on her, but she doesn't stir. I panic when she doesn't move after the water and dial Mrs. Everdeen.
"Hello-"
"She won't wake up." I exclaim, pacing around the living room.
"Who?" She asks.
"Katniss! She's been unconscious for three days!"
"Three days! Peeta, why the hell are you waiting till now to tell me?" She exclaims.
"Because she was tired and I thought she was fine!" I exclaim.
"Okay, I'm at Prim's with everyone. I'm coming."
I pace around the living room. Johanna walks into the house first and dumps a bucket of water all over her. She still doesn't move.
"Did you check her pulse?" Mrs. Everdeen demands. Everyone is in our bedroom.
"Yes, I've tried everything to wake her! She just won't wake up." I panic.
Mrs. Everdeen checks her heart with a stethoscope. She does a ton of things. "I don't understand." She sighs. "She doesn't have anything wrong with her." She goes as far as taking some blood from her. "She she's perfectly healthy. Has she even moved?"
"No. She hasn't even moved a finger." I run my hands over my face, more stressed than ever.
"Maybe she froze to death." Rye jokes. I smack him upside the head for that one.
"That's not fucking funny, you asshole!" I shout at him. "Why won't she wake up?" I demand.
I shake her shoulder viciously but she doesn't move.
"Oh, I've got it." Johanna climbs onto the soaked bed, pull the covers off her, not caring that she's in her bra and underwear, and shoves her right off the bed. And then she pours the water bottle at my bedside all over her.
Are you fucking kidding me? She groans and puts her hand to her forehead, looking around the room before sitting up. "What are you guys doing?" She demands, rising to her feet. "Why am I soaked, why is the bed soaked, where the hell are my clothes and why are you guys looking at me like I've just risen from the dead? And what the hell was I on the floor for?" she demands.
"Katniss…you've been unconscious for four days at six tomorrow morning." I say. She frowns.
"No I haven't…" she's confused.
"Yes you have. You're soaked because Johanna and I both poured water on you. You haven't moved a finger in a few days, and you were on the floor because Johanna shoved you on the floor. And what we're doing is trying to wake you." I say.
"Oh god, that means I haven't showered either, oh my god that's disgusting. Don't even try to kiss me." she walks out of the room and I hear the bathroom door slam.
"Unbelievable." I mutter.
This sucks now. Everyone won't leave and I really have to talk to Katniss. I hear Katniss cry out in pain and I turn around and walk right into the bathroom.
"What happened?" I demand.
"I turned the water too hot and I burnt my back." She admits. "Is it red?" She pulls back the curtain and shows me her whole backside, and I'm tempted to join her in the shower, but everyone is here.
"Yeah, it's red." I say. She sighs and covers herself again.
"You can join me, if you'd like." She says. I sigh.
"I would like, but I can't." I reply. She sticks her head out if the curtain.
"Why not?" She demands. I wipe some soap off her forehead because it's about to drip into her eye.
"Because everyone is here and-" she kisses me, stepping out of the shower and ripped my clothes off.
"You guys can leave now! You'll be scared if you don't, we're in our house and we're not going to wear clothes when we're finished." She shouts. I hear a lot of our family groan and then the front door slams.
"Go make sure they're gone." She orders. I do as she says, and come back, shedding the rest of my clothes, leaving the bathroom door open.
"Front door is locked." I say.
Shes connects our lips again.

...&...

KATNISS'S POV

I'm laying on top of him and we're just staring into one another's eyes. We're in our bed, which is still soaked from the water.
"Your so beautiful." He whispers, kissing me again. I smile and rest my head on his chest. He has one hand on my lower back and one on my head. "Can we talk about something important?" He asks.
I look up at him, showing him I'm listening. "Okay..." I ask.
"Well when I was holding Chase...I realized that I really love him, and I want that with us." He gets up and pulls on his boxers. I pull on my panties and one of his t-shirts.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"When do you want to get married?" He asks. I shrug, because I don't know. I do know I want to get married as soon as possible.
"Soon..." I say.
"With the help of our family, how fast do you think we can plan a wedding?" He asks.
"I dunno...two weeks, especially with Cinna and Effie helping." I say.
"Let's get married in two weeks." He says. He's dead seriously.
"Okay..." I say.
"Katniss, I'm ready to be completely yours. I'm ready to take the two last steps." He says.
"What are the two last steps?" I ask.
"Well marriage..." He says. "And then a baby Katniss. I want a baby." I stare at him. "Do you? I'll wit forever, Katniss."
"Yes. I've wanted a baby since I was fourteen." I admit.
"Well...let's get that wedding planned then." He smiles.