A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH to the people who have been reviewing and putting me and this story on alert! It means so much to me, you guys. You totally rock. Anyway, my computer is still being weird. Sometimes I have internet and sometimes I don't. I will try as hard as I can to get chapter six up by Wednesday, Friday at the latest. It's going to be a LONG chapter, so just bear with me here. Once again, thanks so much and I hope you enjoy! :)

Our house is very busy as I start nearing my due date. Gale and my mother are staying with us, and Haymitch often swings by to check in. Even Annie is here with her son. While normally I wouldn't like so many people hovering over me, I'm too huge and too exhausted to really care. At thirty weeks, I can't even see my feet when I stand up.

I'm laying in bed with Peeta one night when a thought suddenly occurs to me. "Peeta, what are we going to name her?".

"Whatever you want," he says. Then he looks at me. "Do you want to name her after Prim?".

"That's kind of what I was thinking," I say, "but I don't want their names to be exactly the same.".

Peeta thinks for a moment. Then he smiles. "What about naming her Rose?" -"

"I love it," I say.

And when he and I drift into sleep that night, I'm strangely happy, for what feels the first time in a long time.

Dr. Aurelius drops by about three weeks later to explain to me and Peeta how everything will work when the baby is born. I mostly just tune it out because I don't care about anything other than the fact that I'll be in a lot of pain. After the man finally leaves, I settle down on the couch for a much-needed nap. Peeta sits in a chair nearby, his eyes trained on the front window.

I'm still awake when I hear the door open. Not wanting to give myself away, I deepen my breathing and keep my eyes closed.

"Is she alseep?" asks a gruff voice. Gale.

"Yeah," Peeta says. "What's up?".

"Nothing. I just wanted to talk.

Oh, yeah, Gale, that's going to work. What could you possibly want to talk to him about that won't end with Haymitch breaking up a fight?

"I know you probably think I hate you because she chose you over me. But that's not true. When I think rationally about it, I'd only fuel her temper. You're the one she really needs. And one more thing, Peeta—I'm sick of being your enemy. Let's just put the whole thing behind us."

As quickly as he came in, Gale retreats from the room and I hear the door slam.

Well, that certainly went better than expected. No fighting, no Haymitch, and Gale and Peeta are sort-of friends. Little Rosie really is changing everything.

But like I said before, change can be a good thing.