I sit on my kitchen table looking at a piece of paper with only two words on it: Dear mom. I chew my pen thinking that it would be so much easier to just give her a phone call. But I know she likes it better when I write. And the least I can do for my mother is to give her something to hold on to. So I begin to write, one hand resting on my very swollen belly.

Dear mom,

I'm really sorry I had to cancel my visit. It is becoming very hard for me to move around. I don't think I would be able to make it all the way to District 4 without pushing Peeta to his limits.

I hope I didn't worry you that much. Everything is going good. The baby is the right size and apparently kicking me through the whole night is its favorite game. Peeta says it must be a girl, as stubborn as her mother. Boys are simply too lazy for such activity. I guess we'll find out if he's right in a few weeks.

Peeta seems so happy now, I actually find myself feeling guilty for not agreeing to get pregnant earlier. Even his flashbacks are less frequent. Can't say the same for my nightmares. I miss her. I miss all of them. Prim. Dad. Finnick… even Gale.

He's called a few times and Peeta makes me call him every now and then, too. He says we owe him a lot and he at least deserves that much. I do agree with him, but it is just… awkward. Nevertheless, it's good to know he's well.

I hear footsteps and I barely have time to wipe a few tears from my eyes before he enters the kitchen. Well, I know there's no fooling him. He rushes to my side, throwing the bread on the table unceremoniously, and places one hand on my cheek and the other on my baby bump.

"I'm just writing to my mother.", I answer his unasked question, trying to force a smile.

He notices the piece of paper stained by teardrops here and there. "Oh" he says. He gives me another worried look.

"Pregnancy hormones are making me emotional." I say and he pretends to believe me. He leans down to kiss me, says "tell her I said hi" and steps out of the room. I look back at my paper, read what I've written so far and continue.

I miss you, as well, mom. I really wish I had you here, especially now that I'm about to become a mom, too. I wish you could see District 12. You wouldn't recognize it. It is almost as beautiful as my woods, which is very comforting since I can't really go hunting now. But I know I can't ask you to come. I know you can't leave the hospital. I know it is too difficult for you.

Take good care of yourself. Give Annie and her son my best. I'll try to come visit you as soon as possible, I promise.

Love, Katniss.

P.S. Peeta says hi.

I hear the doorbell while I'm putting the letter in an envelope, along with a picture of the baby from my last ultrasound. I know it will take me a few too many seconds to get up and Peeta's going to beat me to the door anyway, so I don't bother until I hear his voice.

"Katniss, you have a visitor."

Slowly, I rise from the table and walk to the hall.

She's standing there, in the doorway, a smile on her face that I hadn't seen in years. She opens her arms and I forget about my extra weight as I almost run into her embrace.

"You didn't think I would miss the most important part of my daughter's life, did you?" she says softly.