I hear my daughter cry. I look up, my body entirely spent my forehead is bathed in sweat and it’s everything I can do not let myself drift off to sleep even though I am so very tired. I won’t let that happen. Not yet. I have to see her. I have to see this new person I’ve felt grow and move inside me for many months. Months that filled me with terror at the reality of bringing a child into this word and the inadequacy I felt towards motherhood.
Peeta wanted our two person family to grow and I could not deny him anything. Eventually his dream became mine and I wanted it too, even if the thought was still a bit terrifying.