OH SNAP! It's the ninth month, or in other words the baby is coming chapter. I have decided that now I am not going to write a sequel for this story because I am going to start another one. It's been on my mind since last summer and I desperately need to publish it for you guys to read. It's a Finnick/Annie modern day, the next chapter will have a full summary for you. Please check it out. As usual leave a review. Enjoy ;D

Prim's Point of View

I nuzzle my nose against his even though he's still asleep. He murmurs something about dreaming. When I do it a second time his body twitches. This action causes him to wake up. Sliding across the bed I watch him open his eyes slowly, confusion claiming his face. Once he sees me his expression softens and returns the smile I give him. Gingerly he crosses back to my side, placing a kiss on the very corner of my forehead. My whole face heats up. Just as I'm enjoying this moment a bold pain in my stomach soars through me. OUCH! I cringe, Rory changes his expression now he's worried. It's probably nothing maybe just morning pains as usual. To let him know I'm fine I place a hand on his boyish cheek. Only when I supply a smile does he believe me. Traveling north I run my fingers through his hair. It's so handsome, I've always loved this dark color compared to my blonde hair. Not to mention how soft, irresistible it is. OH! Another one shoots through me. This time I'm able to mask my pain, I keep playing with his hair.

I know it is my ninth month and the doctor said I would be expecting soon but it doesn't feel like today is the day. These pains are the usual except today they hurt a little bit more, these feel deeper. It can't be today. Plus the doctor's estimate wasn't going to come for another two and a half weeks. On the other hand I could just be early. No no no no I need to stop second guessing everything. I am perfectly fine. But the last three months are the worst. Your stomach is at its biggest and heaviest. Because your stomach is so heavy your ankles are in lot of pain just from walking. Its not that I do a lot walking now since I'm on my maternity leave but it hurts even after standing for too long. Rory is more than happy to rub my ankles before bed though. He's always so comforting.

"You should go back to sleep. I'll start breakfast." Rory breaks my thoughts

"Sure." I say still tired

He walks out of bed after messing up my bed head even more, but I don't care. It'll probably be in a pony tail like it always is lately. I watch him get dressed into my favorite shirt of his. He must know I'm watching because he slips his handsome grey pants on too. Before he leaves he gives me a small smile to dream about. Then he closes the door. I still can't fall asleep so I listen to him start breakfast like he said. I hear loud crash. He must have dropped the fry pan... again. It's almost expected of him to drop it because he does that so often. Thinking of this makes me giggle, I stifle it with the blanket. Adjusting my position I pay flat on my back, so far the most comfortable sleep position since I was pregnant. Out of habit I place my hands on our baby girl. I can't wait to meet her. Its almost as if she can sense my thoughts because I feel her shift inside me. But not shift exactly, its another pain. I take a sharp breath. Soothingly I rub my stomach, maybe this can take away some pain.

Once it becomes apparent I won't be able to sleep anymore than I want to, I get dressed. In the mirror I lift my shirt halfway up to reveal my bump. It's so large, bulging really. The pains are still coming, but they aren't constant they come and go. Plus they don't feel as horrible as they did before. From my dresser I choose a simple stretchy light pink t-shirt. Then some black leggings with pink wording on my left thigh complete my often for today. Nothing special is going on today so why get all dolled up? Finally I take the stairs carefully to the kitchen.

As expected Rory is downstairs flipping pancakes with blueberries in them. Aww he made my favorite, how sweet. And I'm impressed with the orange juice on the table. He notices me but is too busy checking the pancakes to acknowledge me so I do it myself. I press myself as close as I can to him wrapping my arms around his masculine torso. His head turns as far as it can to the right; he peeks at me with his eyes. Lightly I kiss his shoulder blade even though he won't be able to feel it very much considering his shirt is covering his shoulder blade. I hug him tighter, placing my feet on the outsides of his. Now I am as close as I can be. I feel so comfortable right now all I can do is rest my head on his back and smile. I don't want to move. Rory doesn't either, he finishes with me at his back. He was almost done anyways so I wasn't too much of a burden for him. He puts three pancakes on his plate and five on mine. I giggle as I watch him. He knows me so well. Before he sits down he completes this breakfast with maple syrup from the refrigerator. I loosen my arms so he can turn around to face me. He grabs me by the shoulders and plops me down into my seat. I begin eating hungrily.

"You didn't sleep as long as I thought you would." he says lightly

"Well I'm not blaming you but I heard you drop the fry pan again." I say with syrup dripping out of my mouth after just swallowing a pancake

"I'm sorry, I tried not to but it slipped from my hand as usual." he laughs

"That's okay." I say after taking a big gulp of my orange juice

"Do you want to take a nap after you finish eating?" he replies gently

"No I think I can manage without one." I tell him

"Well I just need to set up the crib we bought last night and her room should be complete." he smiles

"Be careful." I warn

"I know how to put a crib together, Prim don't worry." he says

"Well remember last time when the nails ended up in yo-

"Let's not talk about that." he says shyly which makes me laugh loudly

Mhmm this is really comfy. And its really warm too but its kind of heavy. I do remember sitting in the living room relaxing with a book of baby names but I don't remember falling asleep. Or when Rory came into the picture. He must have finished the crib because he has his tool belt still on. Opening my eyes I find my husband sprawled on the couch next to me. He keeps a hand on our baby and the other stuck somewhere behind my back, holding me. His hair is sticking out in angles all over his head. He looks adorable yet hilarious at the same time. I try fixing it without waking him up but I fail. His eyes open, looking confused that my hands are on his head while he's sleeping. When everything feels relaxing and peaceful more pains in my stomach pop out of no where. Oh my goodness this is worse than earlier in the day. Maybe I'm wrong maybe the baby is coming today. I need to tell Rory I can't deny the truth.

"Rory I think we- ahh- we need to go to the hospital right- right now." I say putting both hands on my painful belly

"Why why what's wrong?" he says fully awake now

"My belly hurts." that's all I can manage

"Okay I'll get the suit cases we packed. They're in the closet right?" he races up the stairs to our bedroom, taking the steps three at a time

"Rory, there in the car already." I say just loud enough for him to hear me

I hear him open and close doors viciously, slam cabinets. His footsteps pound on our wooden floors harshly. Little does he know that the suitcases we packed are already in the trunk of our car. I'm not going to wait for him, I bare the pain well enough to grab my most comfortable sneakers. I try my best to tie the laces but end up tucking them in the sides. Suddenly Rory comes back downstairs his hair in even more of a mess. He paces the floor quickly.

"Baby stay calm okay? Look at me. The bags are already in the car. Remember?" I say rubbing his shoulder soothingly

"... damn it they are. I'm sorry. OH MY GOSH! We need to go we need to get the heck out of here..." he begins worrying again. I on the other hand have dealt with a number of pregnant women and know exactly how to calm them down, so that's what I am doing to myself. If the baby is coming, I am calm and collective. I don't know how to ease Rory down though.

He grabs my left hand with both of his while my right hand hangs onto our girl. I open the front door, making my way to the car. Rory closes the door pausing for a second to make sure its locked. Once we reach the vehicle he opens the passenger door for me. I slide in slowly watching him sprint to the driver's side. The pain is constant and I seriously consider that today is the day our baby is born. I've never felt this horrible in my life, ever. As Rory is driving as fast as he can while keeping the three of us safe I take deep breaths like I would suggest to any expecting mother at work. Regularly he looks at me with a smile that helps only a little to take the pain away. For his sake I try my hardest to suppress my moans but sometimes it hurts too much. We get to the hospital in eight minutes. I know this because we've done practice drives several times before.

We walk inside and the first person I see is Eve. She was a bride's maid at my wedding. We talked a lot at work (before I left because of my pregnancy) so as soon as she sees me she automatically knows what to do. The doctors come running out with a wheel chair. My eyes look Dr. Famstein who has his scrubs clean and prepared. They rush me into the maternity room. Rory runs behind us to keep up. They close the door. This room is for two mothers but thankfully its only me. Its all a blur but within minutes they tell me to push. Dr. Famstein tells me one more. I've never put so much effort into this one push than anything else. The pain is so unbearable that I must be breaking a few of Rory fingers. The push ends then the most beautiful sound fills my ears. The cries of my baby girl.

Please review. I'm sorry to say that the end is near. The next chapter is the last one. It will be long I promise. I am going to start the sequel after I write my Finnick and Annie story. Please check it out once I post it. I don't know what else to say besides that I strongly encourage you to review. Sorry for any errors.

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