A/N: Heya guys! Thanks for all the reviews and stuff. I hope you like this chapter, I really do. It may be the last chapter, but that's your choice, read the end authors note!
"Don't leave me Peeta!" Katniss screamed, reaching out for Peeta on what could turn out to be her death bed. Peeta just shook his head, being lead out by the nurses. The midwifes cheek had turned bright red, and Peeta had had to be kicked out.
"Please, listen to me. I could die. Let my husband be with me during what could be my last few hours." Katniss pleaded to the midwife, who replied with a cold, glassy look in her eyes. She could see why Peeta hit her. The fact she showed no compassion or understanding for them annoyed her also. "Let him stay!" She pleaded once again, this time to the nurses. They looked at each other, then released their tight grip on Peeta's shirt. Katniss hadn't noticed that. It made her even more angry.
"You can stay, but you cause any more trouble and that's it. By the way, good luck with the delivery of your child." One of the nurses smiled, and Katniss wished that she could be her midwife, rather than this emotionless lump. She sighed. She would have to learn to deal with it. Peeta thanked the nurses, and stepped inside the room. The midwife stared at him coldly, reaching her hand up to her cheek almost as an instinct. Katniss felt an immense pain go through her, and held her hand to her stomach. "Peeta!" She shouted, and Peeta walked over and held her hand.
The pains were coming thick and fast now, and Katniss screamed a few times, but most of the time she squeezed the life out of Peeta's hand. The midwife came over, and directed her on her breathing. "I know how to breath you bitch!" Katniss screamed through the contraptions. It felt good to insult her, when she had an excuse. The midwife was just about to call the nurses to start the C-section, when she noticed a small tuft of hair popping out.
"It looks like we're going to do this the old fashioned way." The midwife said, with a little more emotion. Katniss screamed. Shit, I'm going to die. I'm actually going to die, was all she could think of. She could hear Peeta screaming, telling the midwife he told her she should have started the C-section earlier. But it only felt like background noise to Katniss. She couldn't even hardly the feel the contraptions. She knew she was slipping from life. No, I can't. If I die, at least let my baby live, she pleaded in her head.
"Get this baby out of me now!" She screamed at the midwife, tears rolling down her face. Peeta locked his eyes on hers, and for a moment, it was perfect. Then she was snapped back to life and she heard the midwife shouting in her ear to push. It wasn't fair, Katniss hadn't even had that long a pregnancy. Peeta held her hands, his cheeks wet from tears. "Baby, please don't die on me." He pleaded, and Katniss couldn't moan at him for calling her baby this time, considering she was going to die. She carried on pushing, even though she couldn't see through her tears. She couldn't speak, words failed her. All she could think was I'm going to die, but this baby's going to live.
"The head's fully out." The midwife said, and Katniss kept on pushing. Peeta couldn't say anything either, all he could imagine was that he was going to lose her. The love of his life, the girl he had fallen in love with the day he met her. The girl who had survived through so much, and came out so much stronger. Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire. The girl who had told him it was all for the games, even though she was falling for him more every single day. He was brought back to life by a cry, and he almost cried. But then he remembered Katniss.
"Katniss, are you OK?" He asked, without any emotion because he was numb. The tears wouldn't come anymore, or so he thought. "Peeta, I'm so sorry. I don't want to leave you. Please promise me you'll take care of Prim-Rue." She said, as a demand. Peeta nodded his head, his mouth becoming dry. Prim-Rue. His darling daughter, who's mother had sacrificed her life for her. Peeta kissed Katniss' head, but then moved down to her lips. She used her last breath to mutter three last words.
"I love you." She said, and within an instant, she was gone.
"I love you, too." Peeta said, the tears coming back. He wanted to scream, to hate the world, to die and never come back. He wanted to replay every single memory he'd ever had with Katniss, he would even go back to the games if he could. He gave Katniss' cold, dead lips one last kiss and pulled away, meet by a crying child who was placed in his arms.
"Can you take her? I need a moment with my wife." He asked the midwife, who obliged and took the baby back. When he heard the door slam shut, he turned to Katniss, his eyes red. He couldn't feel anything besides pain, and it didn't even feel real. He imagined Katniss walking through the door, holding her baby and then they could be one happy family. But fairytales never happened for Peeta, he should've realised that by now. He turned to his wife, hating to see her that emotionless.
"I'm going to take care of her, I promise. I'm going to give you such an amazing funeral, and Prim-Rue is going to have the best dad ever. I'll tell her stories of you every single day, to make sure she never forgets you. She'll know you, in her heart because I'll fill her with so many memories. I promise I'll never love anyone else, I promise that I'll visit your grave at least once a week and place fresh flowers. Though not roses, because I know they still traumatize you. I'll keep your memory alive, girl on fire. Nobody will ever forget you, I'll make sure of that. I love you with every beat of my heart, with every breath I take. It's corny, but I promise that will never change. I'm making so many promises but I will keep them. I'll keep them all for you. I love you so much."
Peeta picked up her hand and kissed it, wishing he could feel close to her one more time. Wishing he could feel her body against his one more time. Katniss lived on through Prim-Rue, and that was what kept Peeta from wanting to join her. He was a father. He kissed Katniss one more time on the lips, even though it didn't feel right. The lips were turning blue and they were ever so cold. All life had been drained out of Katniss within minutes, and that broke Peeta. He looked up at the ceiling, hoping the whole Heaven thing was true. He pressed his three left middle fingers to his lips, and held them out to Katniss. He then walked out of the door, ready to meet his child. But his presence stayed in the room, along with Katniss'.
I'm sorry if this crushed you, it crushed me to write it. I feel so bad for killing her off, but think about it, Katniss is still a survivor, so that's why I did it. Should I do some more chapters of Peeta with Prim-Rue, raising her alone? Tell me what you think.