AN: I'm still ill so I'm not going to school today which means I can update. So I suppose it's a good thing for you and a bad thing for me... nah, I suppose it's not that bad I don't have to go to school! But my throat is killing so it's kind of a good and bad thing. So, yeah... here is the moment you've all been waiting for. I hope you like it and please review!
Katniss
I stand up in shock and confusion and stare at the wet sand. I feel panic rise through me. What's happening to me? A pain shoots from between my legs to my stomach and I drop to the sand, clutching my stomach and letting out a loud scream. I dig my nails into the sand while gritting my teeth and after about two minutes the pain goes. "Katniss!" Peeta yells and I turn my head to see him running towards me with a knife in his hand.
He looks around in confusion, ready to kill a tribute that tries to harm me but he drops the weapon when he realises it's just us and runs over to me. "What's the matter? What happened?" he asks, kneeling next to me and helping me sit up.
"I-I don't know," I pant. "I… there was water and then a pain and it d-didn't go for about two minutes and-" my sentence is cut off by another scream and I clutch my stomach again in agony. Tears stream down my face in pain and Peeta looks at me like he wants to take the pain away.
"Oh god," he mutters. "Where's the pain?"
"Back… stomach… down there," I choke out in-between screams. "W-what's happening to me?" I sob after the pain disappears again.
"I don't know," Peeta says. "Umm… come sit in between my legs," he orders.
"What? Why?" I pant.
"I'll rub your back for you," he replies and I shuffle on my bum until my back is pressed against his chest. "Take deep breaths."
I do what he says and breath in and out while he rubs my back. The pain comes back again and I can't stop the screams. I leap forward on all fours and press my head against the sand not sure what to do with myself.
I hear Peeta stand up. "Haymitch, do something!" he yells but I have a feeling Haymitch doesn't know what's happening either. The sweat starts pouring off me and my clothes stick to me. Once the pain goes I lay down and take deep breaths, preparing myself for another two minutes of pain I'm sure will return any minute.
"Katniss, have you eaten anything? Something that could be poisonous," Peeta asks and I shake my head.
"N-no. I've only ate what Haymitch has sent us," I reply and I watch as his brows furrow in thought.
Like I expected the pain comes back and this time it feels much worse than before. "Someone please help me!" I cry and Peeta wraps his arms around me. The pain goes and Peeta rocks me left and right while I take deep breaths.
"K-Katniss?" Peeta whispers.
"What?" I sob.
"When was the last time you had a period?" he asks and I look at him in confusion through my tear filled eyes.
"I-I don't know. I've always been irregular," I pant.
"Can you think back to the last time you had one? When was it?" he asks and I furrow my brow while I think about the answer.
"Nearly nine or ten months ago, I'm not sure." He groans. "What? Why do you ask?"
"Katniss, could you…" he gulps, nervously. "… be pregnant?"
I gasp in shock and horror. "Of course not. That was only a few days ago!" I reply, referring to what happened at the opening ceremony. I don't even care that everyone in Panem knows I slept with Peeta, I don't even care that my family knows.
"Katniss, I'm not on about after the opening ceremonies… I'm on about the victory tour," he explains and I shake my head.
"No, no. I'm not pregnant. The victory tour was…" I stop and my eyes widen. "… Nine months ago."
"Oh god," Peeta whispers and puts his head in his hands.
"No, I-I can't be. I don't want a b-Ahhhh!" The pain comes back again and they seem to hurt more and more.
"I'm so sorry," Peeta chants in a whisper, while rubbing my back and kissing my neck and cheek.
"Do something," I sob once the pain goes and tears fill Peeta's worried blue eyes.
"Katniss, you're going to have to get the baby out," he whispers and I shake my head remembering my mother's agony-filled screams while she gave birth to Prim while I was in the room next to hers.
"I-I can't. It hurts Peeta," I sob.
"I know and I'm sorry, but once you get it out you can rest," he says and kisses my head. "Come on, let's get you out of your trousers," he says and pulls me to my feet.
"No," I object.
"Katniss, now is not the right time to be acting all pure," he replies.
"Pure? Pure! Peeta, I'm pregnant! I don't think that makes me pure!" I yell. The pain comes again and I squeeze Peeta's hand while my knees fail me and I nearly fall. Peeta puts his arms around my stomach, stopping me from hitting the ground and pulls me to his chest.
"Ow!" I sob. "Just get it out of me!"
As soon as the pain goes I literally rip my trousers off. "You need to take your pants off aswell," Peeta says and I shake my head.
"I can't."
"Katniss, do you want to get the baby out?" he asks.
"Yes, but there are kids watching and my parents," I reply.
"Okay, okay. Umm… we'll cover you with the sleeping bag," he says and gets the sleeping bag out of the parachute.
He wraps it around my waist and I wriggle out of my pants. "Now what?" I pant.
"Just sit down and press your back against the rock so you'll stay sitting up," Peeta says and helps me sit down. "Can I take a look?" he asks and I nod while my face turns red.
He lifts the sleeping bag a little and takes a look. "Oh god!" he yells and drops the blanket in shock.
"What?"
"I can see the head," he says. "Now what?"
"I don't know," I reply.
"Okay. Just keeping taking deep breaths and when the pains come squeeze my hand and when you think you're ready, push and-"
"Peeta!" I yell and point behind him to the four figures running towards us.
He stands up and turns around, knife in his hand but he drops it when he realises it's our so-called 'allies'. The four figures are Mags, Finnick, Johanna and Wiress. Straight away I notice Beetee is missing but I have no chance to ask where he is because the pain comes back again and I scream out in agony.
"What's going on?" Finnick asks, as he reaches us.
"She's pregnant," Peeta explains and Mags gasps. "Do you know what I can do, Mags?" he asks and I hear Mags reply but I don't have a clue what she said.
"Can Mags look?" Peeta asks me and I nod slightly while squeezing my eyes shut.
I feel someone lift the sleeping bag and feel me. My eyes fly open in horror. "Ow!" I sob.
"She's nearly ready to push," Mags says and for once I can actually understand her. "Finnick go wet a cloth, Johanna you hold her shoulders and Peeta swap places with me," she orders and moves to let Peeta in front of me. She takes my hand as another pain goes through me and I squeeze it while I feel someone press a wet cloth to my head. It feels nice but it doesn't help the pain and I keep on screaming.
The pain stops and I feel the need to push. "I can't," I pant in a panic.
"You can do this," Peeta says.
"I can't!" I sob.
"You can, I know you can!" he replies. "Just take a deep breath and push."
I do as he says and push. The pain is horrific and my scream is three times louder as the ones before.
Peeta looks under the sleeping bag again. "Your doing great," he says and comes back up. I see that tears are pouring down his face as well as mine.
"Come on, Girl on Fire," Johanna says and squeezes my shoulders gently.
"Yeah, you can do this," Finnick says, dabbing my face with the cloth. I nod and take another deep breath before pushing.
"Oww!" I sob.
"Come on, Katniss. Your almost there Sweetheart," Peeta cries. Mags squeezes my hand and says something that I don't understand.
I close my eyes tightly and block out the voices and push with all my heart. I relax and lean my head back on Johanna's arm while I hear a small cry. The sound is like music to my ears and I look up to find Peeta holding a pink baby. "We did it," I choke out and Peeta looks at me and grins.
"It's a girl," he whispers and shuffles over on his knees so he's next to me.
I look at the baby closely and I feel like I'm melting. "She's beautiful," I cry and kiss the top of her head. He places her in my arms and I'm surprised that she isn't as small as I thought she would be. She looks like a normal sized baby. I count ten fingers and ten toes. "She's perfect," I smile and look up at Peeta. He looks down at me and leans forward, pressing his lips to mine.
"What shall we call her?" he asks and I look at the dark haired baby in my arms. She opens her eyes revealing Peeta's blue orbs and I smile.
"What about Hope?" I ask and look at Peeta again.
He kisses me again and smiles. "It's perfect," he whispers. We both look at our baby, forgetting the four other teary figures watching us.
"Hello, Hope. Hope Rue Mellark," Peeta whispers, kissing our baby's small hand.
Right here, right now- I've never been happier.
AN: Rubbish ending, sorry. REVIEW!