"Please don't leave me." I whisper. It's September first, I'm due in two days and I'm ready to pop any second now. My family has been here since the start of August and Graham and Faith chose TODAY to move into their apartment. Everyone is forcing Peeta to go with them and he's pissed because he doesn't want to. "Please Peeta, just don't go." I'm crying because I'm petrified of going to labor alone. He sighs.
"I don't want to go." He whispers.
"Don't go!" I exclaim.
"They're making me go-"
"FUCK YOU ALL! PEETA ISN'T GOING!" I shout.
I hear them whispering for a few minutes. "Fine!" Haymitch shouts. The front door slams, leaving us alone. My mother was completely against leaving me alone and I know I have her to thank for this. I'm not allowed to do anything except for go to the bathroom. Peeta put the old TV in here since I've been stuck here for a week.
For four hours, we lounge around. "I'm going to the bathroom." I say, getting up. I waddle across the hall to the bathroom.

PEETAS POV

I follow her to the bathroom and wait in the doorway. I'm keeping my eyes on her at all times because I don't want her water to break and nobody be there. Mrs. Everdeen doesn't think it's going to break today so that's why Graham and Faith are moving to today. She stands up and start to pull up her pants, and then she cries out in pain, and then she's standing in a puddle of water. We're both silent for a second, and then I'm carrying her across the hall and helping her into underwear and sweats. I grab the bag for the hospital and everything we could possibly need, lift her into my arms and walk rush downstairs. Most of our customers are the regulars and they all start cheering when they see what's happening.
They keep cheering till we're out of sight. I put her in the car and make sure she's buckled in. I start trying to get ahold of someone from the family but nobody is answering their fucking phone.
I try Johanna then.

JOHANNAS POV

This is stupid. "I don't see why we have to do this when my cousin is ready to explode at any second." I'm sitting on the counter and I don't plan on working. My phones rington fills the air. "Sup?" I ask.
"Thank The Lord." It's Loverboy.
"What could you possibly need? In busy doing nothing." I say.
"I'm busy driving Katniss to the hospital because her water broke."
"FUCK!" I scream. "PUT YOUR SHIT DOWN! BRAINLESS IS IN LABOR!"

KATNISS'S POV

Ow. He let's me squeeze the fuck out of his hand. I'm laying in the hospital bed and only my Doctor is here. Her and Peeta calmly talk my through the most painful things in the world. I hear the door burst open and my mother rushes in.
"I am so sorry! I told them that we shouldn't have left but nobody listens to the nurse!" She exclaims. She puts on gloves and slides her fingers inside of me. "Nine centimeters already...you'll be pushing soon." She says. Mama said that everyone in all three families screamed when they gave birth.
I refuse to scream.
I reach for Peeta's hand when another contraction hits and he lets me squeeze the hell out of it. After a few minutes, I start feeling like I need to push. I tell Mama and she checks me again. "Ten centimeters." She looks at my doctor and Peeta. "Alright. Start pushing Katniss. When we tell you to stop, you need to stop."
I know Prim got out Chase in two big pushes. I start pushing and I hurts so bad. I don't make a sound, I just listen to what they say and hold the pain in. "Okay, okay, stop!" Mama says. I stop pushing. Soft wails fill the room. My doctor has Peeta cut the umbilical cord and then they wrap Hallie up in a soft pink blanket and she is handed to me. Mama stitches me back up. Hallie is screaming.
She's the most adorable baby I've ever seen in my entire life. Cuter than the ones in the magazines. She has light brown, a mix of my hair and Peeta's hair. It's wavy.
And her eyes. Oh my god.
They are a mix of the sky on a clear blue day, and the ocean when it's clear. But it's cool, because their is a bit of gray in them too. Her nose is mine, and so is the shape of her face, but her upper lip is Peeta's and her lower lip is mine.
My doctor takes over the stitching for my mother so Mama can take her and wash her clean. Her screams get terrifying. They change my sheets quickly, covering me with the hospital clothing. I scoot over and pat the spot next to me for Peeta. Mama puts her in a diaper and wraps her up in a fresh clean blanket. She carries her back over to us. "Peeta's turn." I whisper. Mama carefully hands Peeta Hallie.
"We'll come back in a few minutes, okay?" Mama asks.
"Okay. Can you bring Prim?" I ask.
"And Rye and Graham? When you come back though, not now?" Peeta asks.
"Sure," she smiles and disappears. She's staring up at the two of us, sucking her thumb, no longer crying.
"Can Finnick be the godfather?" Peeta whispers. I smile.
"If Annie can be the godmother." I whisper.
"Okay," he whispers. "I love you." He kisses my lips. "And you, little one." He kisses Hallie's forehead.
"I love you two. Both of you." I kiss his lips and then Hallie's forehead.
We fall silent again, watching our daughter.
"Wanna hold her?" He whispers.
"If you want me to." He smiles and hands her over to me. She looks from Peeta now, to me.
It's almost as if she's afraid to look away from me.
We both stare adoringly at our daughter that neither one of us notice that Rye, Graham, Prim and Mama are standing at the bedside.
"She's adorable." Rye whispers, making both Peeta and I look up. We move our feet and the three of them squish together into the bed.
"Who first?" I ask. They all shrug. I look at Peeta.
"Prim, I guess. She's closest." He says. I sit up and carefully place Hallie in Prim's arms.

And this is how the rest of our life starts.