I am glad you guys liked the last few chapters. I don't know… Maybe Katniss is overreacting about hospitals and doctors and such, but who could blame her? They stole her baby. Well, sort of stole. Anyways… yeah I suppose you people are right. Everyone does know Aerosmith. I love Steven Tyler's mouth. When he opens it rays of sunshine pour out. :D

I have to admit it wasn't very fun, stumbling blindly around in hallways, led only by Prim's small hand in mine. I knew Peeta was somewhere close to me, also led by Prim's hand, because the stomping could be heard from a mile away.

"There is going to be a little bump, you might want to step over it." Prim suggested, stopping abruptly.

I felt around on the floor with my foot until I found the little bump, and I stepped over it. The room we entered (I assumed it was a room) was colder than hall we came from. There was a somewhat metallic taste to the air that was so familiar, but there was a tiny part of me in the back of my head that was shouting cuss words. Hm.

"Turn this way…" My little sister positioned me and Peeta facing towards something and then she said, "Oaky, you can take off the blindfolds now."

I wiggled my fingers under the uncomfortable strip of cloth over my eyes and pulled it off. What I saw before me was actually disappointing and sort of depressing.

It was the room I had fled from the night before. Wires and metal equipment were strung from the walls, and they all led to the big glass column in the middle of the room.

I didn't want to go see what was in it, because I knew. "Why did you bring us here, Prim?"

The doctor in the corner of the room that I didn't notice before took a step forward and nodded at my little sister.

Peeta's arm went around me.

Primrose gave us a big smile and skipped over to the glass column. It turns out one side was connected with little metal hinges, and could open. I felt stupid for not knowing that before, but I just stood there and watched as Prim grasped a small handle in one corner and pulled it. That side of the small column swung open, and to my surprise, Prim stuck her hands inside.

I heard a little squeak come from somewhere inside my lungs and my eyelid started twitching when Prim pulled out something wrapped in thin pink blankets. Peeta nudged me forward.

My feet somehow managed to move towards Prim and I held out my arms. I was thankful that Peeta still had one of his arms around my waist because when my little sister placed the blankets in my arms, my legs buckled.

Peeta squeezed me reassuringly and carefully moved aside a layer of the blankets concealing on end of the bundle. Pretty blue eyes stared back at us. I inhaled sharply and let it out slowly.

Laughing quietly through my tears, I said, "She's…She's amazing…" I felt a warm tear slide down my cheek, as for once, it was not a tear of despondency. "Alexis…"

Peeta held his arms out hesitantly, and asked, "Can I hold her?"

I nodded, sniffling quietly. Alexis squirmed a little in her blanket and made a quiet gurgling sound as I gently placed her into Peeta's outstretched arms.

He held her close to him and bent down to kiss her forehead. "It is hard to think she is even part m—"

"Don't even say it." I warned Peeta, scowling at him.

Across the room, Prim beamed at us.

"It's a shame I got all boy clothes." I traced my finger lightly over Alexis' nose, and she went cross-eyed. "You're not a boy at all, are you?"

"Does your mother have any more money saved?" Peeta shifted his arms.

"No…" I hesitated. "But I know where more is."

"Where?"

Alexis made an impatient noise and blew a spit bubble, which made Peeta and I laugh. But then I stopped, realizing what I had to do to get more money. "It's all sort of… back in District Twelve. We would have to go and get it there. Victors Village wasn't touched by the bombing, so I know it is still there."

Peeta could hear the concern and anxiety in my voice, so he patted me reassuringly and said, "We'll see if we can trade the clothes you have for others."

"Prim can come along, too if she wants." I grinned at my little sister, recalling the quiet brown-haired boy that was about her age. Then, something dawned on me and I frowned. Remembering the Victors Village also made me remember my old mentor. "Hey, Peeta? Have you seen Haymitch recently? I haven't seen him since a week after we were rescued."

"No, I haven't." Peeta suddenly broke out in a grin. "Won't he be surprised, eh?"

"Ugh. I can only imagine." Haymitch, our drunken old mentor from the Games, was in on the charade of me being pregnant, but to him it was only a charade. Logically, from the time he last saw me to now, it was impossible to already have a baby, but Peeta and I would fill him in on the details. At least, most of them.

"We should make a day of it." Peeta suggested, handing Alexis back to me lightly. "Finding Haymitch, exchanging the baby clothes, bringing Prim to see whatever you wanted her to see." I had the feeling Peeta knew why I wanted to bring my Prim, but who could blame me?

"Are you up for that, Primrose?" I turned to my little sister, who had suddenly materialized right next to me.

"I have nothing to do anyways, so sure."

I was just about to march happily out of the disgusting medical room, when an upsetting thought came upon me. I turned to the doctor in the corner of the room and said, "I can… bring her home, right?"

He hesitated. "I had just planned on letting you hold her today, but if I am to make an exception, there is something I should show you."

I nearly screamed when he took my baby right out of my arms and took her to a table on the far side. Peeta and I followed.

We watched as the doctor in the usual blue scrub outfit removed the pink blankets from Alexis and set her gently down in the middle of them. Unwrapped and exposed, she looked tiny and vulnerable, and I think she even felt that way as well. What sort of freaked me out though was the thin metal square taped to her chest, which had two thin wires running from the contraption to a small bracelet on her wrist.

"Is something wrong with her?" I asked, eying the strange metal square.

"You see Mrs.….." The doctor frowned and looked at Peeta and back at me. "… Mellark?"

"I go by Everdeen." Peeta had let me use my last name, even though we were married.

"Mrs. Everdeen. See, the doctors here consider your daughter a medical miracle, because of her…condition." The doctor began, motioning to Alexis, who was fidgeting on her pink blanket. "Yesterday her heart had only stopped twice, both within three hours after she was removed, so we disconnected all other fancy machinery this morning and hooked her up with a heart monitor instead. Her average heartbeat is about eighty beats per minute, which is slow for a newborn. The monitor starts to beep if it gets under sixty, and if it gets under forty, and alarm goes off. It hasn't gone off yet, which is a good thing, but we always have to be careful." He offered his finger to Alexis, who grabbed it and put it in her mouth. That was pretty weird, partly because the doctor allowed it, and partly because of the look of satisfaction on my daughters' face. "If the beeping starts, walk her here right away. If the alarm goes off, run."

"Is that it?" I looked over at Alexis, who was now staring intently at me with her big eyes, though she was still sucking on the doctors' finger.

He checked his clipboard. "Yeah, that about sums it up."

I tried to hide my excitement (which didn't work too well) as I scooped Alexis back up with one arm. "Great, let's go." I grabbed onto Peeta's hand and dragged him out of the room, Prim following close behind.

Awww I am so happy she got to take the baby home. I love babies. Did I ever mention I am going to become an auntie in a month? :3 I am excited!