"Peeta!"

"I'm right here," Peeta reminds me.

"We forgot to decide on a name!" I yell, panicking.

"Calm down Kat," he soothes, rubbing my hand with his thumb gently. "We'll know when we see her."

"Don't tell me to calm down!" I snap. Seeing the dejected look on his face, my heart sinks. "Sorry," I sheepishly apologize.

"It's okay," he shrugs it off. "I mean, I think you have a pretty good excuse."

He's right. It's already been five hours, and our daughter seems to be happy as a clam staying in my womb. If I thought labor would be easier the second time around (or third, as it were), I was wrong. Once again, I've refused any kind of drugs, so I'm feeling everything.

When my water broke, I was in the kitchen making lunch for the twins. Peeta was outside chopping some firewood when he heard me frantically calling his name. He rushed into the kitchen, taking in the scene. I had a jar of peanut butter in one hand, my other covering my belly. Surrounding my bare feet was a rather large puddle.

"It's time," is all I told him.

Once again, I'm giving birth in the comfort of our home. When we moved to the lake, we took all the fancy medical equipment with us. It's not like we don't have the space.

Just like last time, Dr. Sutherland, Dr. Gaius, my mom, Prim, and Peeta are with me in the room. Annie and Finnick are downstairs with the twins, as far away as they can get in the house. I don't want to them to hear me like this.

"Peeta I just want this baby out of me!" I scream, not caring that I'm close to breaking my husband's fingers.

"You're almost there Katniss," Prim assures me calmly.

"You're so brave," Peeta whispers, kissing my cheek softly. I fight the urge to snap at him again, realizing he's only trying to help. "I'm so, so proud of you."

He reaches over with his free hand and moves some of my wayward hair, matted with sweat, off my forehead. Sighing happily, he trails his fingers down my braid like he always does, looking at me and it in wonderment.

"What?" I ask at his look.

"You," he instantly answers. "You're so beautiful."

I snort derisively.

"I'm five hours into labor. My belly is enormous. I haven't showered since last night. I've been sweating bullets for hours. I probably smell like week old game," I point out.

"Exactly," he shrugs again. "Beautiful."

I roll my eyes.

"I would've thought by know you'd understand that I always find you beautiful Kat." I know he's trying to distract me from the pain, so I let him. "Whether we're dressed to the nines for some formal event, in our old army fatigues, in your hunting gear, or just a t-shirt and sweats, you're always the most beautiful thing in the world to me. Especially when you're carrying our baby daughter."

"Thank you," I whisper between the ever-quickening contractions. "I love you. You know that right?"

It's his turn to roll his eyes, but his is more playful.

"I know," he nods with a wide smile. "I think everyone knows that. I love you too."

Before I know it, the doctors tell me it's time to push. Knowing I'm so close to giving birth is both exhilarating and frustrating. On one hand, I can't wait to meet my new daughter. On the other, I feel a little of the same feeling I had when the twins were born. She's safe inside of me. Once she enters the world, I can't control every aspect of her life anymore. It's more than a little terrifying. But that feeling, thankfully, dissipates quickly. I remember that we've won the war. I remember that Peeta and I have become pretty good parents. I remember that my husband would do absolutely anything to keep me and our family safe. He's proven that time and again. He's willingly taken beatings, dove in front of bullets, and put his life on the line to do just that. Keep us safe.

"A few more pushes and you meet your daughter," Dr. Sutherland coaxes from her position at the foot of the bed.

"Ahhhhhh!" I scream in pain.

"She's crowning! I can see the head!"

"One more push baby," my mom's comforting voice tells me. "Just one more."

Just like with Josh and then Eve shortly after, I dig deep and give it every ounce of strength I have left in my body.

Through the haze of pain and euphoria, I hear my daughter's first breaths, which come in the form of very, very loud wailing.

Peeta quickly cuts her umbilical cord, and she's cleaned and wrapped tightly in a blanket. Suddenly, my mom is placing her into my arms.

The twins are still young, but it's been awhile since I've held them like this. Immediately cradling her head properly, I gaze down and drink in the sight of my daughter for the first time.

"She's perfect," Peeta whispers, his head right next to mine. He trails his finger across her tiny, scrunched up face as gently as possible. "Thank you, Kat. Thank you."

"Hi there baby," I coo. I'm blown away when she looks me right in the eye. I almost squeal in excitement when I see Peeta's deep, penetrating blue eyes staring back at me, except this time they're our daughter's eyes. "I'm your mommy. This is your daddy. We love you so, so much. Welcome, baby. Welcome."

Everyone stays silent, letting us have our moment with her.

Just like Peeta predicted, her name just comes to me.

"Dalia," I whisper, more to me and her than anyone else.

"What?" Peeta asks for clarification.

"Dalia," I repeat. "Dalia Tal Mellark."

"It's beautiful," Peeta beams a proud smile at me and our moments-old daughter.

We go through the whole post-birth routine. The doctors check Dalia out, and, thankfully, she's perfectly healthy. After a little time to rest, everyone clearing the room to give the three of us some privacy, the visitors start streaming in.

Haymitch looks like a proud grandfather, which, even though not biologically, he is. He says the same thing he said to me when the twins were born.

"You did good sweetheart. You did real good."

Just like last time, it brings tears to my eyes. Damn hormones. I won't have that excuse for much longer, I guess.

My in-laws and brothers-in-law meet the newest Mellark, and it makes me truly happy to see how joyful Peeta's mom is at meeting her granddaughter.

"She's beautiful," she whispers as she holds her like the precious thing she is. "She has Peeta's eyes."

Johanna, Effie, Cinna, Portia, and a few other close family and friends all take their turns meeting her.

Finally, the last four people enter the room. Finnick and Annie follow our toddling twins through the door, everyone smiling wide.

Peeta hoists one twin with each arm, carefully putting them on the bed next to me.

"Joshua, Eve, this is your baby sister. Her name is Dalia," he explains as I show them the baby.

Their wide-eyed innocence is too cute for words. Finally, after a few moments of silence, Josh, completely on his own accord, leans over and ever-so-softly kisses Dalia's forehead. She seems to somehow know he's not a threat and remains silent.

"Hi sissy," he says quietly with reverence.

Not one to be outdone, Eve also plants a kiss on her sister's forehead.

"Love you," she tells her honestly.

As the twins start peppering Peeta with questions while he tries to have them keep their voices down, I turn to Finnick and Annie, who are kneeling on the other side of the bed.

"Finnick, Annie, meet your goddaughter, Dalia Tal Mellark. Baby, this is your Aunt Annie and Uncle Finnick."

Annie takes her and I can tell she's jealous, even if it's light-hearted. She can't wait to have Finnick's baby.

After a few minutes, she hands him off to Finnick, who gives her his trademark smile.

"Hey kiddo," he coos. "I'm your Uncle. If your parents ever tell you no, just come to me." We all chuckle and I shake my head at his antics. "I can already tell you're going to be a heartbreaker, just like your Mom."

When Finnick and Annie leave, we get the clearance from the doctors for me to move to Peeta's and my bedroom. I carry Dalia as Peeta throws the twins over his shoulders like sacks of potatoes, their giddy laughs filling the hallway.

All five of us climb into bed. Peeta looks exhausted, but I'm sure I look ten times worse.

With one parent on either side of our three children, we all drift off into a deliriously happy, well deserved sleep.

A/N: Shorter chapter, but I wanted to post it today for you guys. Hope you enjoyed. Shorter than the twins' births, but I figured you've already seen all that once, so I tried to not be too repetitive.

As for the name, I've always liked the name Dalia. It's Hebrew for 'flower'. Fitting, I thought. Tal is another Hebrew girl's name. It means 'dew'. I have a good Israeli friend named Tal, so it just came to me. I hope you all approve!

Until next time, keep reading and reviewing. Have a pleasant evening (or whatever time it is you're reading this).