Chapter Ten

A/N- So, this chapter is going to kind of light and fluffy, as opposed to the rest of the dramatic ones. I hope you like it! I did a bit of a 'time jump,' by the way. This is about four months after the last chapter. By the way, I have already chosen a name. It's a first and middle combination of two of the ones that I listed in the chapter. Review to let me know which one you think it is.

Oh, and by the way, Katniss and Peeta's 'name stress' is based off of my mom and step-dad trying to name my sister. Their 'perfect name' changed every other day for five months…

After a few days, we are told that it would be okay to go back to District Twelve. But, for several reasons, I don't think that would be the smartest idea. There are simply too many memories that are brought back new again. And with the complications with the tracker jacker venom, well, who knows what might happen? So we stay in District Four. After a few days an a lot of paperwork, we are able to move in next to Finnick and Annie.

That is how, about four months later, we are back in my mother's office. But this time, it's me that she's examining. After a few minutes of looking at some fuzzy images on the screen, she turns to us, smiling.

"Have you talked about if you want to know or not?"

Of course, she's talking about the baby. Filled with anticipation, and nodding like crazy, Peeta and I both confirm that, yes; we have and do want to know.

Though it only takes a second for her to start talking, it seems to take an eternity. Unfortunately for our over-excitedness, she isn't straight-forward at all. On the contrary, she begins babbling.

"Well, call it intuition, or just superstition, but, for the last few weeks I thought I knew, and it turns out that I did." Then, blocking our view of what she is doing, she goes over to one of the cabinets on the walls. When she comes back, I can see what she's carrying; it is a tiny pink teddy bear.

For a second, my mind doesn't seem to comprehend. But when it does, a massive tidal wave of emotion, specifically of sheer joy, comes pouring out. For several days after, I go around with a constant grin.

About two weeks afterward, we are at the beach that boarders a majority of the district. Somehow, the subject turns to names. Admitably, we haven't really put a whole lot of thought into that yet, at least not for sure. Our list is massive, though it seems to keep going between the same five; Juniper, Ember, Laurel, Allegra, and Cassandra.

Finnick and Annie, on the other hand, were sure from about three days after they found out that they were having twins, one boy, and one girl. Their names are going to be Magnolia Capri and Jonah Sebastian.

Should we have one picked out for sure, too? I mean, they're the experts, right? But at the same time, we can't rush…

Ember has significance to us. I think we should use it. But, at the same time, what if, a few years from now, she wants to know why we named her that? I only just had to explain everything; explaining a second time, to such a young, innocent child… The thought is unbearable.

Two of the other names, Juniper and Laurel, match our district's nature name pattern. But, since she will be born in District Four, should we use something that feels more… District Four-ish? Something aquatic, in other words. We did both like Brooke… But would using a nature name seem like we are trying to copy Finnick and Annie's decision to use Magnolia? Then again, they didn't want to use it for nature reasons, but instead as a fresh new way to name their daughter after Annie's mentor and Finnick's partner in the Quarter Quell…

Shouldn't we do that, too? Name her after someone? If we do, she would probably be named after Prim or Rue. For some reason, though, I don't feel as though I can do that.

Suddenly, five months doesn't seem nearly long enough to come up with a name. At least, not a really, really good one…

The other day, Annie and Dylan tried to give us some advice…

"Don't worry about what other people will think of the name," Annie said. "When you find the perfect one, you'll know."

Adorable little Dylan just shrugged. "They can always just name the baby after me, Mommy."

When I laughed at how cutely he said that, he gave me the most serious look that a five-year-old can make. "Auntie Kat, really, you can. I wasn't joking." After a short pause to think, he continues. "If you find a bunch of names that you like, you can have Mommy and Daddy's new babies, too. I have decided that I don't particularly like them."

As Annie mouths the words, 'He's a bit upset about not being the youngest anymore," Dylan presses his face up to Annie's abdomen and starts talking to his little siblings.

"Hi. I don't like you. I heard that babies are annoying and stinky."

After attempting to reassure him that he will like his younger siblings quite a bit, Dylan still is convinced that he will hate them. At least there are several months to get him to change his mind…

To be honest, I remember feeling the same way he does now before Prim was born. I was even around his age, then.

Prim. I notice that, genetically speaking, it is very likely that our baby will look similar to Prim. I would have expected that thought to upset me, but instead, it is actually kind of comforting, in an odd way.

Peeta has been relearning all of my quirks, and so I'm sure that he can tell I am lost in my own little world. To be entirely honest, I am actually glad that he doesn't try to snap me out of it and back to reality. Sometimes, though, reality can shock you. Though, yes, it's hard, but it can hold such great surprises.