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Chapter Twenty-Four: Impossible
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Blond hair, blue eyes. About a month and a half old. Kicking its feet. But instead of it being a little baby boy. It's a little girl. Who looks exactly like Wade, but her face is chubbier. And she's dressed in a pink onesie. On her shirt, pinned with a silver pin, is a note.
Dear Katniss/Peeta Mellark/Everdeen,
This may not be your son, but it is your DNA. Think of this as Wade's sister. His twin sister. Here, in the Capitol, we have miraculous tools. This is one of them. Now, you have both a daughter and a son. Your son is in the best of an environment, hoping mommy and daddy will come home with his new baby sister.
With dearest regards and good luck wishes,
President Cornelius Snow
She looks exactly like Wade. This isn't happening. This isn't possible, or even true. You can't clone a baby. It's impossible.
I touch the little girl's cheek, and see it's not some sick, cruel joke, and it's not even Wade dressed as a girl. I see something else by her leg. It's a picture. The frame on the outside is thick and white. The picture in the middle is my son. Wade Aiden Mellark.
The baby looks up at me, her bright blue eyes the exact same shade as Peeta's, and it makes me want to burst into tears.
I didn't give birth to her. I don't know who she is.
But I can't deny the fact that that's my DNA. She looks exactly like Wade.
Does she even have a name?
I look down and see the bag with the number twelve written on it. I peer inside, and see Peeta's medicine. This is too much. I can't handle this.
I almost want to leave the little girl here, on top of the cornucopia to die, but I realize that that would find me a cell in Hell. I push the blanket over top of her head, and careful make my way to the edge of the forest. How did a baby even get into this death trap?
I walk, and finally, when I'm by the river where I found Peeta, I burst into tears. It's not very brave of me, and it makes me feel like a piece of crap, but I can't help it.
I'm emotional. There's a baby girl in my one hand, and in the other, there's a bag with Peeta's medicine in it. God, Peeta. What the hell am I going to tell him whenever he wakes up and I'm tending to a baby that's not even ours. Well, that we didn't create. Well – oh my God, I don't even know what she is. Is she something that the capitol created to put us in a trap? Is she a toy? Is she really Peeta and I's DNA?
I walk faster, realizing that Peeta needs this medicine.
Whenever I find the cave, I walk in quietly, and find the spot next to Peeta. I sit down next to him, and finally realize that I need to inspect the baby. This kid could be like a robot or something. I sigh, and light a fire before I do anything. I listen to the soft breathing of Peeta. I start the fire and look over to see Peeta. And he's not sleeping.
"Well, hello there, Katniss." He says.
I sigh, "Peeta, I'm fine. I got the medicine."
He groans, "I told you to stay here. What'd you use to knock me out?" Peeta asks as he yawns, and gives me an annoyed look, "A big rock?"
"Peeta, just…listen." I whisper, breathless and tired and overwhelmed. "I-I got the medicine in the bag…but…" I can't even say the words. I burst into tears, and grab the baby carrier, and push it in front. The blanket's not lifted up, so you can't tell it's the girl and not the boy.
"W-W-W-W-Wade…?" he stutters. And suddenly, he rips up the blanket, to reveal the little girl that looks exactly like him. He looks at me, shocked. "What the hell is that?"
I gulp and find the note that I put in the bottom of the carrier's basket. I hand him the note, as I pick up the little girl from the carrier. She squeals a little, and grins a big, toothless grin at me. I sigh, and careful start to take off her clothes. She's wearing a diaper, and I take that off too. It's clean, and I see nothing. I touch her skin, and feel the softness.
She's a real, true baby.
I sigh, and put her clothes back on, after I put a new diaper on, from the small stash of diapers in the bottom of the carrier. Peeta sighs, and looks at me and the baby.
"Do you think this is real?" He asks.
I really don't know. "I-I don't know." I shakily answer. The baby, who is Peeta and Wade in a nutshell, yawns, and closes her small eyelids. "Peeta…she looks exactly like Wade. What are we going to do? Does she even have a name?"
He sighs, and looks at her. "Can I see her?" he asks softly.
I nod, and carefully hand him the baby.
He looks down at the baby that is supposed to be our daughter. "It's a girl version of Wade, Katniss."
I bite my bottom lip.
"Katniss," he whispers softly, as he cradles the little girl in his arms, "like it or not – she's Wade's sister now. She's…" he sighs softly, bringing the baby close to him, pressing her against his chest for warmth, and he shoots me a soft look to hand him a blanket, "she's ours. She's our daughter."
a/n: SO MANY COMMENTS ON THE LAST CHAPTE(; You guys are the best, likers, commenters, favoriters, etc. (: SERIOUSLY , I LOAF YOU LIKE PEETA LOAFS BREADDDD :D SO , this chapter IS SUPER vital !
Do you think that Katniss&Peeta should keep the baby after they get out of the arena and raise her with Wade? WHAT DO YOU THINK –Haley(: