Sorry about taking so long but I think you'll kind of like it, I'm going to have how they got Demer's name in the next chapter Katniss POV b/c someone kind of wanted to and I love the idea I got from it... aka how I actually got the name.

Peeta POV

"Katniss we need to leave. The train won't wait for us!" I yell up the stairs as she runs around frantically. I'm not totally sure what's going on but she needs to get down here. She seems to be happy again, but I know how dangerous that can be after someone has been after being as severely depressed as she was, so I'm even more worried about her than I was when she was highly depressed. This is a sign, according to my doctor, because of the severe switch with little time transitioning, that she's become suicidally depressed.

He was one of the few people I had actually told about our baby and that we had lost it. The instant he found out he sent me papers and books and other things that could help explain the facts of depression more in depth than I had originally known. They also had showed the symptoms of a person who is suicidally depressed.

I remember what it said on the back of one of the pamphlets:

Warning signs of suicide with depression include:

A sudden switch from being very sad to being very calm or appearing to be happy

Always talking or thinking about death

Clinical depression (deep sadness, loss of interest, trouble sleeping and eating) that gets worse

Having a "death wish," tempting fate by taking risks that could lead to death

Losing interest in things one used to care about

Making comments about being hopeless, helpless, or worthless

Putting affairs in order, tying up loose ends, changing a will

Saying things like "It would be better if I wasn't here" or "I want out"

Talking about suicide

Visiting or calling people one cares about

This is what makes me worried, but I also know that it is possible that she's just getting better. I hope she is because I know that I couldn't be here without her. She's what kept me going, her and more recently Demer, whenever I had an attack and feel like it might be better if I weren't here to torture them, I remember how she had said that she needed me, and I know that Demer does as well, no matter how damaged I may be, I must be here for both of them. I never really want to leave them now.

"I'm coming!" She calls out as she clamors down the steps. I know she won't want to go but I set up an appointment with her old doctor while we're in the Capitol.

"Took you long enough. Let's just go." I huff as she runs out the door, with her suitcase in hand, to where Demer sits waiting for the two of us by our own suitcases.

We race off toward the station and barely make it before it begins to move out of the station. Once on board we drag our things to the room we had reserved. I recognize it instantly, this is the room that we had shared before our second games, during the Victory Tour, and that she had stayed in before the first one.

I pause as I see the realization cross her face. She tenses for a moment before looking at me wide eyed.

"I swear I didn't want this room. Of course they had to give us this one." I defend myself.

"Let's just not talk about it. Demer, come in here." She calls out the door. She bounces in holding a small bag in her little hands. "Sweetie, do you want to sleep on the bed with daddy and mommy or in your sleeping bag on the floor?" She asks as she begins to rummage in our packed things for the little sleeping bag we had gotten for her not too long ago, for when she would stay at Haymitch's, so it was more of a sleep over and not what it really was.

"I wanna use my bag!" She cheers happily, grabbing the thick fabric from her mother before laying it down on the ground right in front of the small chest of drawers.

"Honey, why don't you put it against the wall so we won't trip on it?" I suggest. She thinks about it for a moment before dragging it to s small spot against the wall.

"There!" She shouts happily. Katniss hesitantly moves over and sits on the bed. The second she does Demer is jumping on her lap. "Tell me a story! I want a story!" She chatters happily.

This is really the first time she's ever had a vacation, other than the 'sleepovers' at Haymitch's, so she's very excited. We'll be lucky to get her to sleep at all tonight.

"Okay, one story and then you have to go to bed, deal?" I ask attempting to be stern, that's never really been my strong suit, especially when it comes to her, she's daddy's little girl and she knows it.

"Can it be long then?" She counters.

"Fine what do you want it to be about?" I ask, she always wants to plan the thing out, the entire story so I just add in the details really.

"I want you to tell me how you got my name." She says, surprising me. Usually she wants me to tell her some story about talking animals or whatnot.

I smile a bit at the memory and start simply, "Well before you we're born, your mommy and I wanted to pick out a few names so we could decide what fit you best..."

As I continue I see that Katniss is looking off into the distance, smiling at the memory.

I nearly tell her about the slightly inappropriate part of the story as I look at Katniss. I know that she's smiling as she reminisces about that very happy time between the two of us. She's smiling and I'm sure I won't see too many in the coming week or so.

Can't wait to hear about what you thought!

Disclaimer, as if it weren't obvious enough, I do not own The Hunger Games. If I did then I would not be doing this, I would have published a fourth book.

Ever wonder if Suzanne Collins reads some of this? That would be freaking awesome. I know I would if I were a famous author lol.