While I could study for my math final that made almost made a guy cry, I realize that I am going to fail it anyway and that I can't do anything about it. I will just write now and stay up late studying...

THIS WILL BE THE LAST CHAPTER OF THIS STORY. I'LL START ANOTHER ONE CALLED Now That I'm Not Alone. IT WILL BE A SEQUEL, DON'T KNOW WHAT ABOUT, BUT IT WILL BE A SEQUEL! THAT'S FOR SURE…

Chapter 38 - Katniss's POV

Peeta picked Rory, Prim, and I from the hospital and took Rory to his house. When Peeta, Prim, and I got home, Prim ran up to her room and slammed her door. "What the hell was that?" Peeta asked.

"I guess you pissed her off when you split her and Rory up back at the hospital."

"I thought she would get over that!"

"Have I not told you?" Peeta shook his head. I sighed. "Guys can't hold on to things. They can just let it go. Girls can't."

"What do you mean we can't let things go?"

"Remember in middle school when we read that book about that girl that got raped?"

"Speak? The girl just cried for a year and things eventually got better. Big deal!"

"That was one of the best books we read that year!" Peeta looked confused. "Think about it."

He looked at the floor for a moment then looked up. "Oh!"

"There ya go." I kissed him lightly on the lips. He had pushed towards me, but I pulled back. "Let's see Andy's room first."

He groaned and rolled his eyes. "Fine."

I patted his cheek with my free hand. "Let's go." I started upstairs with Andy. She was asleep, thankfully. I walked down the hallway hearing Peeta's footsteps behind me.

I was about to open the door when he held my hand from turning the knob. His hand was warm around mine. It sent a tingling sensation throughout my body and brought a smile to my face. "Close your eyes."

"Really? We're going to do it this way?" He gave me a cold, hard stare. "Oh, okay." With my free hand, I covered my eyes. I heard the door open. Peeta guided me into the room by pushing on my back. I tried to imagine what it would look like, but I couldn't take it anymore. "Can I look yet?"

"Give me Andy first." Peeta took her from my arms. "Take your hand away now."

I moved my hand from my face to my side and my jaw dropped. Not only had Peeta bought furniture and toys, but he painted the room. The walls were a soft green and there was a brown tree in the corner. Leaves were scattered around the bottom of each wall. It was so beautiful. I couldn't say anything though.

"You gonna say anything?" Peeta asked me.

"I-I don't know if I can."

"You don't have to. I know it isn't that good. The tree didn't turn out that well."

"Seriously?" I turned to him.

"What?"

"You think I hate it?"

"Well, I don't think that I did to well with the painting and arrangement of the furniture."

"Are you kidding me?" I walked closer to him and eventually was pressed against him. "This is beautiful."

"The baby or the room?"

"Yes."

He kissed my lips. His mouth tasted salty from sweat, but I didn't care. I wanted more of him, but he doctor said to take our time. Fuck the doctor, I wanted Peeta now. "Katniss?"

"Hm?"

"Can I put her to sleep first?"

I backed away and looked at the sleeping child in his arms. "Oh, okay." I backed off and let Peeta place her in her crib.

"Good night Andy." He leaned in and kissed her forehead.

He was such a good father. I don't even know how to be a mother. I walked over to the crib and leaned over like Peeta had and kissed her forehead. "I love you. Sleep tight." I whispered.

"You realize we're going to be up again later."

"I know." I wrapped my arms around him and brought my head up to his neck and planted several kisses leading up to his ear. I whispered, "Where were we?"

Peeta picked me up bridal style and held me close. "We can't actually make love you know."

"I know." I repeated.

"Oh well. Plenty of other things we can try." We went into our room. There was something on the side table. Peeta saw my confusion. "That's a baby monitor; so that we know if Andy needs us."

"Oh. That's useful." I kept it short.

I want to start the next story tonight, but I can't because of my math final.

I hope you have liked my story, even though I know that it was FAST paced and a little confusing at some parts. But the next one will be much better now that I have written so much.

Love you all! (except those thousands of people who haven't commented. I don't love you as much as those who have commented, but I still love you…if that makes sense…)