******************************************************************************Hi Everybody! Here's the second chapter for today! I worked hard to get this chapter cranked out for all of you amazingly wonderful people! I love you all so much and hope this chapter won't disappoint any of you!

***************************9 Months into the Pregnancy*************************

I moan as I sit up right. Nine months…nine months of you just…sitting there in my stomach! I glare down at Baylyn, and cross my arms. My back aches, my ankles are swollen beyond wearing any pairs of shoes, with the exception of flip-flops. None of my clothes fit. I'm forced to share Peeta's t-shirts; I can barely even zip my jeans. I'm always I don't even want to talk about the size of my stomach… Peeta rubs the sore spot on my back and I only feel relief for a moment before it becomes so tender that I wince in pain. "Peeta. Stop! It's hutting!" He jerks his hand away and rolls out of bed. "Sorry." The first seven months of pregnancy had been bearable… but these last two months have been the real kickers.

I start feeling bad for Peeta after I release my anger. The last two months have been the roughest in our marriage for him as well. If I'm not waking him up several times a night for food, I'm moody, and somewhat intolerable… I get up and walk over to him, "I'm sorry Peeta…I'm just past ready for Baylyn to get out of me!" "I know honey. Your due date is only a week away. If you can just, bear with her for another week. She'll be more than ready to come out." "Tell me about it…" He kisses my forehead and disappears into the shower. I fall back onto the bed and close my eyes. You better come out in a week. I lay there staring happily at the ceiling…waiting…just waiting to go into labor….or for food. I smile to myself at the thought of eating again. Wow…where did the old Katniss go? How did women in twelve's poverty survive pregnancy? Peeta comes in from the bathroom and kisses me. "You kissed me wrong." Peeta cocks his head, and I can tell in his eyes that he's worried I'll blow up into an angry fit of rage at any moment.

I sit up on my knees and throw my arms around his neck, I can feel the remains of the shower water dripping onto my arms and I pull him on top of me. I switch our position to where I am on top of him. I kiss his nose and mouth. I then head into the bathroom to take my shower. After I finish I braid my hair and pull on Peeta's soft orange shirt and some yoga pants. I go and sit back down on the bed, "Can you help me Peeta?" He laughs and nods, he picks up a pair of socks, he tugs them on and they are one of the few pairs that still fit my swollen ankles. I smile at him and he helps me off the bed. "I like that color on you." "You say that every time I wear this shirt." "I think I like it more and more every time you wear it." He smiles and holds my hand as we walk into the kitchen.

He pulls out the large bowl of watermelon; he opens it to find it is empty. He raises an eyebrow at me. "Hey that snack was at 4:30ish in the morning…better than waking you up for the fifth time for more bread." I shrug my shoulders while laughing, "I guess so…Well I suppose I'll head over to the store to grab all the watermelons…after all they only have about a hundred left…You'll finish those off in a couple hours." "Hardy har har. You're just becoming more of a comedian day by day. Aren't you?" I rest my hands on my hips and give him a playful scowl. "Well one of us has to have a sense of humor for the next week. I'll be back from the store in a few." The disappointment must be showing all over my face, because Peeta brings me the one pair of closed toe shoes that somewhat fit. I slide them on and hold onto Peeta's arm. "See I can be pleasant too!" He smiles and opens the car door for me.

"Why would we use the car when the store is less than a mile away?" "Have you seen those grape-fruits for ankles? They wouldn't last longer than the length of the driveway." I nod, because I know he's right…he may even be right about the whole grapefruit comparison… I glare down at my ankles on the way there…I guess they could resemble grapefruits…. "Peeta. Baylyn is not the size of Prim as an infant. My mother's ankles were never this swollen." "You're beautiful." He kisses my cheek and helps me into the store.

"Okay, watermelon first." I nod and watch as Peeta picks up two of the largest watermelon's with ease. I nod in agreement over their size. "See…that's what it's been like to carry Baylyn around for these entire nine months." I smirk, and watch Peeta carry them to the checkout. I spot some candy bars and throw them all onto the checkout counter. "Having a chocolate craving much, Kat?" I roll my eyes and wait for my bag of chocolate to be thrown into a bag. When Peeta finishes paying, I grab the bag and start to devour one of the chocolate bars. "Is it good?" "Perfect." "So are you saying that I bought these two watermelons for nothing?" "No. You may call it a waste of time and money. But I call it my midnight snacks." We laugh and by the time we get home I have eaten at least half of the candy bars.

"Peeta…. We are going to have one fat baby." "Didn't that used to be a prestigious thing before the rebellion?" "Well…yeah…but. How can I teach her why it's so important to learn to hunt from a young age, if she already likes your bread more, and can gain it easily?" Peeta shrugs, "Once you give birth we can deal with who gets to teach her their favorite talent first." "Agreed." We shake hands like before our first hunger games. I waddle into the house with my bag of candy and wait for Peeta to join me. He of course does and with a large smile. I kick my feet up and rest them on his lap. I offer him a bite of my candy, "Wow…I can see how this chocolate plus your cravings would make it easy to get fat…" "Peeta Mellark! Did you just call me fat?" I put on my best irritated face, "No! I-I-I just…I-I meant, I just mean-" "Peeta! I'm just kidding! Relax. I think you need to take nap…" I say in a baby voice. "Ha ha ha, who's the comedian now?" I stuff the rest of the candy bar in my mouth and shrug my shoulders.

We end up watching our wedding video a couple times again. The day goes by quickly, which I am glad for… it means less of a remembrance of these last days of being uncomfortable.

I am able to fall fast asleep…until hunger strikes again…. "Peeta…Can I have some watermelon?"

After these last two months I had come to realize there was no way to ask nicely to have him get up at two-twenty in the morning to go fix me food. Since it's only the first time for tonight, Peeta is able to roll out of bed with little grumbling. I see the kitchen light flicker on and I can hear the knife against the cutting board. Daddy is making us some watermelon. Please stop kicking

Suddenly I feel the bed become soaked. I just went to the bathroom…what the- I look at my pants and they are absolutely soaked. It has even gone into the bed linens.

I jump up in fear and run for the kitchen. Peeta's eyes are still groggy and he holds the knife with confusion in his eyes, the bright blue eyes return and wander down to my drenched pants. "My water broke!" Peeta throws the knife and it lands in the cabinet and he runs over to me. "What?" "I was lying in bed…and it just…BROKE!" "Wha-wha-what should I do?" The words tumble out so quickly I can barely make them out. "Grab my bag of clothes!" "What bag?" "Oh crap I was supposed to pack it tomorrow!" Peeta goes towards the bedroom and on his way down the hallway he trips and falls on his face; "Peeta!" "I-I'm fine. Go try and put some shoes on." I find my flip flops and slip them on.

"Peeta! The contractions are starting!" I scream at the top of my lungs and his face appears at the edge of the hallway, and then disappears with only a signal from his hands for just another minute. "PEETA MELLARK! GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE BEFORE I EXPLODE!" I continue to scream and almost collapse to the floor in pain. "PEETA!" He comes running out with a bag of clothes, "I'm here, I'm here!" "Really? In excruciating pain over here and you think clothes are the most important thing?" He nods ever so slightly... "What should I do now?" "Get me to the hospital!"

Just as Peeta's hand touches the door handle, I collapse onto the rug. "Come on Kat. Can't you make it to the car?" "No! I really can't!" He drops everything he was holding, sets his arms under me and tries to pick me up.

When he tries it's a severe sharp pain takes over my body. "Stop touching me! It feels like I'm being stabbed!" "Kat, we've got to get you to the hospital!" We try to get me to my feet for another fifteen minutes and it's useless, I feel like I'm being ripped open every time he tries to carry me. "Peeta! Just stop…It's not going to work!" "Wh-Wha-What do you mean it's not going to work!?" "I'm saying we're having this baby here…or not at all!" Peeta's eyes widen in fear and he looks like he's about to pass out… "Are you sure? We-we have to have the baby…he-he-here?!" I let out another scream at the top of my lungs, from the contractions.

"Yes! It's either have Baylyn here or she's not coming out at all!"

******************************************************************************Hey Guys! What did you think about today's second chapter? Hate it? Love it? Let me know in the reviews below! Are you excited to finally see Katniss going into labor? What do you think about it having to be a home birth? Think it'll work out for Peeta and Katniss? Anything you want to see in the birthing? I hope you're all excited to see Baylyn! Thanks for reading today's second update! I should be updating the day after tomorrow! I will talk to you guys at my next update, and I'll make sure and bring Baylyn to meet you all ;)! Love you all so incredibly much!

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