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Fifteen minutes later I am lying down on a hospital bed, ready to give birth, and probably using more profanities than I had ever said in my entire life. Peeta had arrived a couple minutes after I was on the phone with Johanna. I yelled at him to 'hurry the fuck up' and get me to the hospital. He wanted me to give birth at the Capitol, so I could have the best treatment, but I drew the line and said there was no way in hell my children would be from the Capitol. He agreed and he's now sitting next to me, holding on to my hand, and trying to soothe me to no avail.

"It's okay, sweetheart, deep breaths-"

"DON'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT," I yell as another contraction hits.

"Okay, Katniss, I won't. Deep breaths, though, deep breaths" he says with as much calmness as he can muster, for he looks like he's about to get sick from the nerves. Another contraction grasps at my body and I squeeze on Peeta's hand, causing him to suck in air.

"Looks like you're almost ready to push, Katniss," the doctor says pleasantly. I stare at her, annoyed at her happy tone, but don't maintain the gaze for long because the pain hits again.

"Ok, on the next contraction I want you to push, Katniss," she says, her voice taking a more professional edge. I nod my head, because that's all I can manage, and try to take deep breaths as Peeta rubs small circles in my back. As soon as I feel the next contraction, I push with all my might. This is the most pain I've experienced in my life, and that is definitely saying a lot. I want to cry, to scream, I would do anything to stop this pain.

No Katniss a little voice in my head says This pain is for something good. No one is dying from this pain, a new life is being born. This is for the better…

The little voice continues pushing me on as another handful of contractions hit.

"I can see the head," The doctor says eagerly. I feel like my lower half as being torn in two and I grit my teeth to stifle a scream.

"It hurts so much," I whimper to Peeta.

"I know, baby, I know." he says, holding my hand tighter, "You're doing great, though, Katniss." Peeta mumbles into my ear and he kisses my temple, sweat and all, and pushes the damp hair from my face.

"Alright, Katniss, just one more big push and this baby's out." The doctor informs me. I take in a deep breath and wait for the next contraction to hit. When it does, I push with everything I have, with everything I am, and I hear the sweet note of my child's cry. I catch a glimpse of my baby as the doctor passes my child off to the nurse. I see a tuff of blonde hair but what I notice the most is the blood. Blood everywhere. All over their little body. Fear runs through me and I grip Peeta's hand.

"What's wrong with him! What did I do wrong! Why is he bleeding!" I ask, alarmed, as I try to get up.

"It's ok, Katniss. You did nothing wrong, she's fine. The blood is normal. Sit down, baby," She? I wonder but I don't have enough time to think about it before another contraction hits which forces me to sit down.
"What the hell! Aren't these suppose to be over by now!" The doctor looks at me sympathetically and lets out a sigh.

"Katniss, you're expecting twins, remember?" She says gently, and then it hits me. No Shit, what kind of mother forgets she's having twins. Oh right, me… I lay back down and try to relax. Peeta kisses my forehead and whispers things I can't make out into my ear.

"Are you ready, Katniss?" The doctor says kindly and I simply nod my head and grit my teeth. The next contraction hits and I push until I see stars.

"That was very good, Katniss!" The doctor praises me, "I can already see the baby's head. Just a couple more pushes."

"I love you, Katniss" Peeta whispers into my ear and those four words give me all the energy I need to bring our second child into the world.

"Well, Mrs. Mellark, I'm glad to say that both your babies are fine now."

"Now?" I ask weakly, still having little energy.

"Well, yes. You're son had an abnormal heart rate for the first few minutes but the second we put him next to his sister, he got better. It's like she set some sort of time for his heart with her own heartbeat. It's quite peculiar, actually."

I know I should probably care more about how my son could've had a serious illness. That my other child saved him. That maybe this is my fault. But the only thing I catch is that the doctor said daughter.

"Wait, so I did have a girl? I thought I was having twin boys. That's what the doctors at the Capitol told me!" I say, growing angry. Peeta rests his hand on mine, trying to soothe me.

"Well, Mrs. Mellark," She says, getting attitude, "If you would've come to all your scheduled appointments, the doctors would've taken another ultrasound and notice that you were carrying a girl. But, as written here on your record, the last time you went to your appointment was over 3 months ago," She lets that hang out for a second, like bait for me to get angry. Before I can even say anything, Peeta steps in.

"I understand that my wife missed some appointments but can we please not do this now. My wife is tired and what matters is that the babies are fine now. Can we see them?" The doctor huffs and nods reluctantly.

Peeta never ceases to amaze me.

A couple minutes later, my two beautiful children are brought in, in a single bassinet. Our daughter has her arm protectively wrapped around her brother and this brings tears to my eyes. The nurse carefully hands Peeta one child, the girl, and shows him how to hold her properly. His eyes are watery as he gently places a kiss on her tiny forehead. This wakes her and she slowly opens her eyes to expose two beautiful blue orbs. The nurse hands me our other child, and he is as perfect as can be. His eyelids uncover the same blue eyes as his sister, which both mimic their father's eyes. The only difference between them is that the child in my arms has a tuff of brown hair underneath his tiny bonnet. While his sister has blonde hair. Exact merchant class look, exactly like Prim. I choke back tears and look at Peeta happily. The pride radiates off of him and he places a gentle kiss on my hairline.

"What are we going to name them, Katniss?" He says gently.

"Alexis," I say, nodding toward the little bundle in his arms, "It means protector, and she seems to protect her little brother." Peeta nods.

"It's beautiful." He says sincerely. "What about Koda, for the boy?" He suggests.

"Perfect," I say, nodding and letting the tears overflow.

"I love you all so, so much," Peeta says tenderly.

"I'm the luckiest person on earth," he says in a whisper.

Exactly what I was thinking.