A/N- Sorry this chapter is so late. Anyway, I hope you like it. :-)

P.S.- This is the last chapter. I am going to focus on some of my other stories, now. Bu I will probably write another Katpee soon. Thanks for sticking with me for 12 chapters. :-)

Oh, and before I forget, I have a blog about my fanfiction now. The link is the last thing on my profile. If you read it, you will find character pics, music playlists, sneak peeks, and all sorts of fun stuff.

Let's get to that chapter now. :-)

Chapter 12

A few hours later, we are in my mom's office, waiting. I'm pretty calm about everything, but Peeta is freaking out. "It's okay, Katniss. You'll be done soon."

"I'm fine! Like I told you thirty seconds ago, I am okay!" He is really starting to get on my nerves with this...

"Are you sure?" he asks, looking down. "Because there's blood! Eww, Katniss, eww... That looks like it hurts... Are you okay?"

"That's what's suppossed to happen, Peeta," my mom explains. "But yes, this will be over soon."

I nod. "Then will Peeta finally be quiet?!" I snap, getting more irritated with him by the second.

Quickly, I find that, yes, Peeta will be very quiet. A few minutes after this, he looks over to see what's going on, and actually passes out. Now, I've heard of that happening, but I never thought it would actually happen... Oh, well. At least he's being quiet.

For a little while, I'm not really aware of much. Expecting me to freak out, my mother numbed me quite a bit, so I really can't feell anything that's going on. But about ten minutes later, she is handing me a tiny bundle of soft pink blankets...

Prim. I am looking down at the infant version of Prim. I feel my eyes well up as I smile; I am not upset, but instead have a joyful sense of nostalgia. "She looks just like-" I breathe, unable to finish the sentence.

"She does," Peeta whispers. I didn't even know that he was behind me. Still, I nod before I jump slightly.

"Wait- how do you-? I just mean.. After the accident, we didn't have any pictures, and... What's happening?" But that's when it all makes sense; when Peeta hit his head on the floor, his memories came back...

Today is really perfect.

Five years later, we are back. Ember, or Cassie, as she prefers, from her middle name, Cassandra, comes running in. "Where's the baby? Where's my baby brother?" she shrieks excitedly, her blonde pigtails bouncing as her big blue eyes shine. "Where is he?"

Peeta picks her up and carries her over to me, where I am holding our second baby. Peeta claims he looks just like me, but those big, broad shoulders... Ouch! They're definately not mine.

"Did you name him Oh-wia-en?" she asks, struggling to pronunce the name. She looks at him, blinks curiously, and then back up to me.

"Yes, his name is Orion. And if you want, you can hold him."

In a second, she is on my lap. I help her put one arm underneath him as I hold them both steady. Once again, just like several years ago, Peeta is behind us, smiling, as everything feels perfect... And maybe it finally is.