So hear is the next chapter. After this I have two normal chapters planed and then an epalog. So by the end of this week I hopfully will have this fanfic complete. :D
With my new born child in my arms and Peeta standing beside me, we were ready to exit the hovercraft. I wasn't sure if the news of our Little Bella had made it out yet. I secretly hope not, but that dream desolved as I found Prim and Mother waiting outside the craft.
"Let me see her!" exclamied Prim as loud as she could without waking Bella. I slowly handed her my child.
"She's beautiful," my mother said embracing me with a hug.
All I could do was nod.
"So what did you name her?" asked Prim.
"Belladonna," I said simply. At least my child's name was not in the news yet.
"Your father always did love those flowers. When we first got our home after we were married he planted them in the yard. Not long after you were on the way," said mother as a small shiny tear slipped down her cheek.
"You can't deny she's your child," said Prim staring into the pink blankets.
"You can't deny she's Peeta's child," I corrected still thinking Bella looked nothing like me.
"Except for the eyes," Prim said.
"Oh is she awake already?" I walked over and picked up my little baby, "She'll want breakfast at any moment."
"You'll be a good mother," Mom reassured me creating a little smile to smear across me face. Then Peeta and I left to settle down in our apartment.
Within minutes of getting there Bella was crying for her meal. I held her close and sat on the couch.
"I left our bads in the hanger," said Peeta, "I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Ok," I said looking up at him.
He walked up to me and kneeled down. "Now don't you do anything cute while I'm gone," he said to Bella as her little hand wrapped around his huge finger.
After a minute or so of Peeta closing the door there was a knock. Thinking it was Peeta, I yelled come in. The door cracked open and there was someone I wished met Bella when she entered the world. Kendra.
"How is she?" Kendra asked sitting beside me.
"Hungry," I replied with an tired laugh.
"Belladonna Lily Mellark," said Kendra admiring my child. "I love it."
"So do I."
"She looks healthy considering she was born early," pointed out Kendra.
"I guess so," I said.
"You don't seem afraid any more," Kendra said staring down at Bella's rosy cheeks.
"I'm not. To think that this little girl scared someone who had survied..." I paused to think, "three Hunger Games. She's something I'll tell you that."
"Well I'm happy for you," she said with a grin.
"Anything new happen in your life?" I asked.
Kendra was about to say something as the door flew open with Peeta carrying the suitcases. He placed them down in the corner of the room and closed the door behind and.
"Can I see my little girl?" he asked as Bella finished up her breakfast. I handed our child to Peeta.
"Wow," he said crinkling his nose, "Your meal just seems to go right through you." Bella gave a little smile. Maybe she's more like me then I thought, she seems to know how to get in trouble and enjoy it. Peeta took our child in the nursry to change her.
"Well I should go," Kendra said standing up. "Your doing well so far."
"Bye Kendra," I said as she left the apartment.
I went over to the nursery and leaned in the door way as Peeta attempted to change the diaper. When he finally succeeded and walked over to me with Bella and gave me a little kiss on the cheek.
"I'm going to go visit Cinna," I said remembering how much I owe him.
"Would you like our child or should I keep her?"
"He can see her later," I sigh.
"Fine," he said before pecking me on the lips before gesturing with a smile to the door. I bent over and gave Bella a little peck on the forhead and left the apartment.
Once in the depths of District 13 I was able to find Cinna.
"Katniss!" he exclaimed as I walked in the room covered with fabric. He left what ever design he was working on and gave me a friendly hug. "Seems like you lost some weight," he joked. Then he looked at what I was wearing, "We need to get you a new closet," he said.
I saw what he meant. Since all the outfits packed were for a pregnant women they were all to big. I ended up borrowing some jeans from Johanna and stealing a black T-shirt from Peeta.
"Can we do that later?" I asked Cinna.
He gave a smile. Then ignoring my question said, "Now when do I get to see this daughter of yours, Katniss?"
"If you ever deside to leave this place you can see her at lunch."
Cinna gave a smile. I hadn't seen him this happy since he got here in District 13. I wondered what could make him so blithe, but the thought was enterupted by an alarm coming from a clock buried in the countless yards of fabric, all diffrent shades of diffrent colors.
"I must go," he said practically rushing out the door.
What could be so important, I questioned myself. I just shrugged and was about to leave the room in search of Peeta and our baby until something caught the corner of my eye. It was nothing more then a photo album. I saw Cinna's life before my eyes as I thumbed thought the photos.
First was a baby picture of Cinna. The very young women holding him must have been his birth mother. She looked just like Cinna. The same brown hair and eyes and even the same expression on her face as she smiled. The next few were of Cinna accepting an award of some sort. I remebered how he designed the Peace Keeper uniforms and was wondering if that had anything to do with the plump Capitol man shaking Cinna's hand. The next five were of school pictures. Slowly Cinna aged into a teenager. Then there was a news cliping titled "Fashion Prodigy in Danger". The photo was of Cinna's frightened face the time he was suppose to be in the came a suprise.
There was him and a girl that must have been Portia. Her arms were wrapped around Cinna's neck as he extended his arm to take the picture. Soon they were all of Portia in diffrent outfits, some even had Cinna in the photos. Then they came to some of me on the chariot were I earned the title 'Girl on Fire'. Next was more of me. Me in the games and victory tour wearing the outfits 'I' created. Then there was one of Portia holding up a positive pregnancy test with a huge smile, next was one where you could tell just enough that she was with child. Portia smiled into the camera Cinna held out as he placed his free hand on her stomach. Then the was a smaller picture. I could tell it was from that machine that let you take a look at an unborn child. I heard about them once from my mother as she was talking to a women who was afraid for her unborn child's health. I never payed attention and forgot what you called them. But the image was clear enough. A baby boy. I knew to look at this must be hard on Cinna. The next few were of Peetas' and I's wedding. Then taped to the back inside cover of the album was a small note.
It had pretty cursive writing that was detailed with every stroke of the pen. It read:
Dear Cinna,
If you are reading this now then my fate is secured and cannot be change. Execution is what they have planned for me to hurt you, to make you watch .I do not wish you pain nor my our child's', the one we tried so hard for. Your fate may not be the same as mine for you are destined to be a hero as am I to die here in this state. If you do live to read this Cinna please make these silent promises for me. Live each day. Smile each day, and bring joy to some lonely hurt person each day. This will not be hard for you my dear. I remebered when I cried and you smiled or when you showed me what there was to live. I know that everyday you brought joy to me. Just don't turn hard when I am gone. I love you but if you won't try to live on then what use is it for me to die. To rob the world of your ideas and kindness? No. Please Cinna never let my death ruin you, because your not weak like me. You're strong and talented. So please take a breath of air and remember that your taking that breath for me, to live when I cannot. For our child. Thank you my dear.
Your true and dear love,
Portia
The words blurred into one another as tears started to form. I didn't know I could cry after all the crying I had done in my life, as if all my tears were gone. But no, this was too much. Peeta, I thought, would Peeta ever do that for me if I died now? Or what if I died back in the Captiol still carrying our Bella? I know I wouldn't. I would tie a knot, just like the little necklaces Prim and I made as children. Strange things would happen here. No stranger would it be if we met at midnight at the hanging tree.
The Capitol took everything. That was clear. I had a long way to go untill anything settled down to the thing called normal. I thought of the years to come, Bella growing up, taking her first steps of saying her first words. Rebuilding the districts from the rubble that was left. No doubt I would have some role in starting the goverment from scratch. The goverment... COIN!
I set down the album then shot out of the door. I had to settle something with Coin