"PUSH! EFFIE PUSH!" I yell. Effie glares at me. "Don't tell me what to do!" She huffs. I roll my eyes. "C'mon, Effie! Just push already!" Haymitch yells, more than a little steamed. I remember how angry he was when he ran into the hospital.

I know I'm going to get more of his anger after the baby's born. "Fine!" Effie snaps.

"OWWW IT HURTS!" She screams. "Don't worry Mrs. Abernathy, you're doing fine. Just a few more pushes." The nurse says soothingly. Effie nods, her breathing slows.

Time ticks by. The only sounds are Haymitch's muttering and Effie's slow breathing.

A baby's wail spreads over the quiet room. I smile. I look at Haymitch, he's not tense anymore. He's more relaxed. A small smile is on his face. The baby is wrapped up and handed to Effie. She has tears in her eyes. But she's smiling.

How can she be so happy to have a baby? I wonder, remembering my terror at Prim's birth. But then, Effie didn't grow up in a starving district like I did. "Oh, Katniss, Haymitch, isn't she precious?" Effie says in awe. "Yes she is. Just like you, sweetheart." Haymitch murmurs.

She smiles. I walk quietly out of the room, not wanting to bother them. Peeta looks up when I walk out. He smiles, holding out his hand. "That was quite an adventure." He says, chuckling. I nod. "Especially when Haymitch came," I add.

Peeta smiles, checks his watch. He stands up, clutching my hand. "Lets go home." He whispers. "I promised Lynette we'd be back at 6:30. It's fifteen mintues til six."

"I'm worried about Prim." I burst out. "What if she suddenly got sick? What if Lynette isn't watching her? What if she's hungry and Lynette couldn't find her bottle? What if-"

"Whoa, Kat." Peeta interupts, holding his hand up. "Prim's fine. She was sleeping when I called Lynette. Lynette found her bottle, you left it on the couch. Relax, Katniss. Prim's alright." He says soothingly, putting his arm around my trembling shoulder.

"I'm just so worried, Peeta! Since I left her, I've been worrying about her non-stop!" I say. He kisses my forehead. "It's a mother thing, I guess." He says, "Mothers worry about their children."

I nod. "I guess..." I mumble. He grins. "Let's go." he says, intwining his hand in mine.

I glance at him and smile. "Yes, let's go home... To our baby girl."

His smile burns brightly. I laugh, kissing him. "I love you Peeta."

He grins. "I love you too, Katniss." We walk home, hand in hand. When we get home, I immediatly head to Prim's nursery. I hear Peeta chuckle as he pays Lynette. "Bye Mr. & Mrs. Mellark!" She calls. I turn back long enough to say bye, then continue sprinting up the stairs.

Prim's giggling and cooing in her crib, her hands reaching up. I smile. "Hi sweetie." I whisper, holding her tiny hand. Peeta comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "My princess." He whispers.

He kisses my cheek. "My queen." I lean against him. "I never knew I could actually enjoy being a mom..." I say quietly. He grins. "I knew you would, eventually." I stick my tongue out. He laughs.

The phone rings. "I'm going to get that," I say, "While you change her diaper." I crinkle my nose. Peeta protests. "Wait, why me?"

I smile. "'Cause I told you too." With that, I cross the hall and pick up our bedroom phone.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Katniss! Don't think I'm going to let you off with not calling me!" Haymitch hisses.

I laugh. Peeta comes up, holding a diaper and Prim, looking at me desperately. "Umm Katniss, I have no idea what to do..." I grin, laughing.

In the past month, I've learned the joys of being a mother. I managed to put away my fears of screwing up. Now, instead of fearing my future, I'm looking forward to it. With my family by my side, my loving husband Peeta, my little girl Prim, there's nothing I can't overcome.

Being a parent, I decide, isn't as bad as I thought.

FIN

Finished. Finally. I didn't want to finish it, my heart just wasn't in my stories anymore. But look, I finished this one. Hurray. Sorry for the slightly-rushed ending. I just wanted this to be DONE. And I ain't no fake. I'm just a 14-year-old girl who was a stupid twelve-year-old when she began this, who actually believed she could finish a story. And yeah I'm aware that Effie and Haymitch's baby's name is normal, I just couldn't think of a odd name. And I never knew that Katniss and Peeta's childrens names were Rue and Rory. I was twelve at the time, and that info wasn't leaked out yet. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it. As for my other stories, I don't know if I'll finish them! We'll just wait and see.

Peace, ya'll fanfictioners.