Chapter One:

Peeta POV:

As the early morning sun's rays glow through the curtain, I blink my eyes to remove the fuzziness of my sleep. I roll over to an empty space where Katniss slept. It was cold and was lifeless without her presence there. I stare at her pillow, hoping she would magically materialize there. But she doesn't. I lay in bed for a few minutes, thinking of things that are completely irrelevant to me right now. I think of magic, disappearing apple tarts and reappearing chocolate eclairs. The sound of soft laughter fills the whole house as it brings me back to reality.

I pull the thick fleece blanket away and swing myself out of the bed. I ruffle my hands through my hair roughly to make it look more messy as I creep down the stairs. I hear murmuring ringing through the house and I follow where the sounds are coming from. Katniss must have a visitor.

I tip-toe up to the kitchen when I see Katniss sitting on the windowsill seat. The sun is glowing over the trees and the breeze is making the lush green leaves dance in the air. From this window, you can see the woods and a clearing to view the sunset as it sneaks down the horizon. I guess thats why Katniss loves it so much, it reminds her of the life she had before the arena, the woods is her happy place, like mine is the bakery. She opens the window as a mockingjay perches on the nearby tree branch. She laughs softly to herself before singing Rue's melody, she repeats it a couple times for the bird to get used to the notes before it whistles back. She laughs again and starts singing notes in an angelic voice. I lean on the doorway and wait for her to finish so I don't interrupt her. Another bird comes up and scares the other. They both fly away towards the woods as she sighs and watches them glide in the sky.

I smile and start walking. Every step I take around the counter gets more and more exciting as her stomach enlarges little by little. I feel like I can touch the sky when ever I see the little bump that is forming on her small figure. She rubs her hands up and down softly on her stomach as she hums our song.

Katniss POV:

"Good Morning Mrs. Mellark," he sings. I jump in shock as I turn around. I realize I have been rubbing my stomach and blush as he grins at my hands. His excitement in the baby rubs off of him and onto me, I love it. I slowly pat the seat next to me as holds out his hands. I grin again as he sits close to me and draws shapes on my baby bump. It is still small but I feel it flutter inside my ever so slightly. The first time it happened I passed out because I was so afraid the baby was spazzing because of some disorder, and I woke up in the hospital with Peeta pacing back and forth in the white room.

"And what are you drawing Mr. Mellark?" I ask teasingly. He looks up and beams back at me. He releases his hand from my stomach and points out the window. I follow the direction of his finger and find a dandelion, the first dandelion in the spring. The yellow makes it impossible to miss in the green grass. I smile at the yellow floret as it waved back in the breeze. I smile coyly as I turn back to Peeta who is staring at my stomach once again. I cleared my throat as Peeta rips his eyes away from my lower abdomen to meet my grey tiresome looking eyes. I haven't slept well because I can't stop thinking about the first time I told him about the baby.

He was screaming "I'M GONNA BE A FATHER!" in the middle of the town square because he caught me coming back from the doctors for a test. I was blushing and crying as he picked me up and took me to the meadow. We talked about the baby for the rest of the day and watched the sunset, Peeta's favourite colour.

Peeta brings me back to reality and asks, "What are you going to do today? I am going to the bakery."

"I think I'll go to the woods, I haven't been there in so long." I reply looking out of the window, hoping the Mockingjay will come back from the green trees.

"Okay... Well I guess I better go get a head start before the customers come." he says softly after a moment of blissful silence. I turn my head towards him as he stands, plants a kiss on my forehead and walks out of the kitchen. I listen to the soft pitter patter of his feet as he walks on the wooden flooring, I smile to myself and stare out of the window as the front door closes. My hands find their way back to my small abdomen and I start singing to the very little child.

"I have died everyday

waiting for you

Darlin' don't be afraid

I have loved you for a

Thousand years

I'll love you for a

Thousand more"

The baby flutters and I am startled. I freeze as my brain tells me there is something wrong while my heart is overflowing with joy and happiness. I smile as my loving feelings take over my fear.

"Okay, maybe I haven't lived a thousand years..." I chuckle to the baby as it flutters again. I fix my eyes on the woods and hum the rest of the song. When the song is finished, I get up and make my way up the stairs. I change out of my nightdress and start putting on my hunting pants as I hear the bedroom door burst open. I whip my head around and cover myself as Peeta runs to his closet, his face bright red.

"What's wrong?" I ask questionably and worriedly. He grabs something out of the closet and turns back around to face me with a shy smile. I raise an eyebrow as I wait for him to elaborate.

He holds up a plain white t-shirt and waves it in front of me. He then unravels it and puts it on. "I forgot my shirt" he laughs. I stay silent to see if he's lying but he turns red as I look at him. I burst out laughing and I am so loud Peeta has to put his hand on my mouth to prevent me from waking the whole of Panem.

"How'd you forget your shirt?" I laugh as I double over in laughter, my lungs forget how to breathe for a few seconds. I force air into my lungs and I sit down on the floor.

"You don't have a shirt on either." he says as he eyes my bare skin. I chuckle and pull my t-shirt on.

"Go to work Peeta." I say as I softly slap his chest and push him out of the room. He leans on the doorframe and kisses me a goodbye. I watch him walk down the stairs. I am so lucky to have such a wonderful husband and now I have his child - no, our child. I smile and rush back to my room. I braid my hair down the side and pull on my father's hunting jacket. I look at myself and adjust my clothes so it is conceals my small bump.

I skip down the stairs, leave my pearl ring on the table, lock the door and head towards to woods.