"Smile!" Effie said and gave me a big grin, like she was showing what to do. I groaned and copied her.

The cameraman clicked away, the flash going off a million times in a second it felt like. Peeta stood behind me, his arms around me with his hands pressed against my growing bump.

It felt like as soon as that test flashed the plus sign that we were indeed pregnant, my bump grew over night.

None of my clothes fit me anymore, I've also grown 2 shoe sizes. It was hard to hunt because I was so unsteady on my feet now from the extra weight all the front. Peeta was quieter in the woods now than I was, which said it all really. Every bit of game could hear me coming from a mile off.

I hated it.

But, I loved it at the same time.

Feeling the baby move inside me was an experience I find hard to explain. The first time, we had both been cuddling up on the sofa. Peeta was reading aloud when I felt loads of little popping in my lower stomach. It was like bubbles popping against my skin. Looking down, we both saw them moving.

"They have hiccups." Peeta's voice was full of awe, his hand gently touching my moving stomach. I found myself watching him watch them, the wonder in his eyes.

It made me feel all warm.

Those were the first little flutters, now I feel like I'm constantly falling. My stomach doing twists and flips similar to when you fall from a great height, like out of a tree. Sometimes it's so strong I literally forget how to breathe.

They no longer look like hiccups, you see the odd arm sticking out, tight against my skin, or the odd foot trying to break free. I didn't have long left, only a few weeks. And I will miss feeling them inside me. In my stomach I can keep them nice and safe. Even though I knew they had nothing to fear in the outside world anymore, I still wanted to be safe with me for a little longer.

But at the same time, I also can't wait to be able to walk more than a few steps without getting out of breath.

My mother was coming home in the next few days to be here to help me with the labour. I acted like I could manage alone, but I was secretly so glad she was coming home. The thought of labour terrified me.

What would it feel like?

I've heard plenty of women giving birth over the years, my mother would have them in our home to help assist them. I refused to help or watch, the screams were enough to make me feel sick never mind actually seeing it.

But now, it was me that actually had to go through it. I silently cursed my younger self, if I had been brave and stayed to help I'd perhaps have a clue what to expect.

Was knowing or not knowing worse?

"Katniss, please give me something to work with." Effie sighed, her hands on her hips giving me a look of disappointment.

"Sorry," I apologized and rested my head back on Peeta's shoulder.

He gently brushed my braid away from my face, laying a light kiss on my cheek. "Do you want to take a break?"

I nodded. My feet hurt, my back hurt,. It also felt like the baby was playing the drums on my bladder, making need a constant wee.

I was so uncomfortable.

I walked away, the white flowy dress blowing around me threatening to trip me up. I gathered the material up and sat on the bench near the tree line.

I watched the woods before me, its beauty no longer obscured by the metal fence. Not long ago they took all the fencing down.

Effie and the photographer began discussing more photo ideas. They wanted photos of a heavily pregnant girl on fire to show everyone in Panem that life goes. Even though I hated taking photos, I liked the idea.

Life does go on, and mine is turning out pretty great.

Peeta came and sat on the grass in front of me. He gently slid off my flat shoes and began rubbing my feet. It felt so good I couldn't help but sigh as the pressure eased.

"He or She will be here soon." He mumbled and kissed the bottom of my leg.

"I wonder who they'll look like." I said and rubbed my large bump. They kicked me, like they were trying to join in the conversation.

He rubbed my swollen ankles, his thumb working in slow circles. "Hopefully they will look like you, they'd be the most beautiful baby I've ever seen if they did."

I smiled and leaned back into the seat, closing my eyes enjoying the slightly chilly breeze against my constantly hot skin. Peeta rested his head against my leg after he finished rubbing my feet and I found my hand running through his hair, enjoying the way it curled around my fingers.

After some time passed, I heard the familiar click of the camera and noticed a flash through my closed lids. Opening them I saw they had changed the set up around us, and Effie was looking at me softly, her eyes glistening with tears.

"What's wrong?" I asked and sat forward, trying to get up which proved to take more effort than it needed too.

She wiped the tears away, "Oh nothing, just you both looked so peaceful, so happy." She laughed and waved me off. "Don't get up, I want more photos just like that." She said and looked over the photographer's shoulder at the screen.

She decided to reposition us so that Peeta was looking up at me, our hands entwined gently resting on the other side of the bump. My dress flowed along the floor around us. I gave a small smile, while Peeta's face was beaming, full of pride.

I could see us now through Effie's eyes and knew she was right, it did look like a nice photo, it also looked natural not staged.

I didn't want our life to look staged anymore. Our love was real, not a part of anyone's games, and I wanted to make sure people knew it. I'd had a few photo shoots since the uprising. Some for magazines and newspapers over Panem, mainly to show everyone we were alive and well.

But this showed we were more than that.

We were thriving.

We were happy.

We were in love.

The day passed and Effie was happy with the photos she got, so we headed home. Once inside, I went and got changed as Peeta made us a lovely meal of cheese bread with a lamb stew. I loved to dip the bread in the stew, letting it soak up all the juices.

It tasted divine.

When we finished, we sat on the sofa. I was lying between his legs on my side, my head resting on his stomach while my bump rested on his leg. Peeta had lit the fire when we arrived home, now the room was toasty warm and I could feel my eyes getting heavy already even though it was barely past 7.

"So, I've been thinking of names." Peeta said, running his hand through my hair.

"Hmm?" I asked, curious.

He sounded nervous. "So, I was thinking about Rose if it's a girl. After Prim?"

I didn't answer him at first, but bit my lip, trying not to grimace at the mention of her.

When will it no longer hurt to think of her?

"I like that." I said and adjusted myself so I could look up at him. "I really like that actually."

"Yeah, you do?" He asked, his eyes lightning up.

I nodded, loving how pleased he looked that I was happy. "And what if it's a boy?"

"Well," He began. "I really struggled with a boy's name. I tried merging our father's names, but that didn't sound right. Then I thought about maybe merging Cinna and Finnick. And thought Cinnick sounded nice."

"Wow." I sighed. "That's a really beautiful name."

"Do you really like them both?" He asked, his fingers gently tracing my jaw.

I nodded. "I do, I think they're both perfect."

The smile he gave me was my beautiful reward. Sometimes looking at Peeta I feel like I'm seeing him for the first time again. Sure, he's older now with a couple of smile lines around his mouth and eyes, but he was still so handsome. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that someone as attractive as him could ever love me.

He must have had the same thought, "You really are so beautiful Katniss." He said, and leaned down to kiss me. His lips sent electric waves down my body, my lips never got tired of him.

He read a couple of chapters of his book, and not long my eyelids felt like two weights sitting on my eyes. I had to fight to keep them open.

I stretched and managed to sit up, but when I got to my feet and felt a pop inside me. Water trickled down my legs, dampening my pyjama bottoms.

"Peeta," I shouted, getting his attention instantly. "I think my waters just broke."

"What!" He shot up off the sofa like a bolt of lightning, and began examining me, as if he could see anything on the outside. "Are you sure? You didn't just…"

"Yes I'm sure!" I shouted and groaned, pulling the wet trousers off me. "Can you please ring my mother, see if she can get here sooner."

He was panting, his eyes wide as he circled me in a fluster.

I wanted to punch him.

I had gone from feeling so completely in love with him to suddenly wishing I could knock him out to stop him panicking.

I was the one who was calm and it was me that would soon be in agony giving birth, not him.

He should be the calm one, trying to soothe and comfort me.

"Right, your mother. Yep. Okay." He spat the words out, his voice a slightly higher pitch than usual. He ran out to the kitchen, leaving the room feeling empty.

Why was I calm?

Why wasn't I acting like him?

Was there something wrong with me?

He came running back in, phone in hand when suddenly he gripped me and kissed me hard. "Just wanted to do that and tell you I love you before you're in too much pain and hating me." His face was full of concern.

I couldn't help but laugh. He chuckled too, "Sorry, you should be the one panicking. I should be trying to keep you calm, not the other way around."

I smiled and shook my head at him. "It's okay. Just ring my mother for me, and get Hazelle, Gale's mother. She had to give birth alone before, she'd definitely be able to help me if my mother doesn't arrive in time." I said, and sat back down.

No point putting trousers back on I guess.

"Okay, I won't be long, just sit down, relax and please don't go anywhere. I'll get you some water first before I go." He muttered, more to himself than to me, then began dialing my mothers number.

"Peeta," I said softly, getting his attention instantly. "Are you ready to be a Dad?"

His face softened at the thought, a contagious smile spread on his face and I found myself smiling too. After a second, he nodded eagerly, "I can't wait."

Thank you so much for reading.

I hope you like the names I chose for their children. Please, leave a review and let me know if there's anything you'd like me to write, what would you like to see between them.

I have around 15 chapters planned, but can add a couple if there is a scenario you'd like to read.

Thanks again to everyone the follows, favourites and reviews, it really means a lot!

-Shunice