Peeta ran after me and held my hair. Always a gentleman. I wretched more, but anything that had been in my stomach before was now in the trashcan. Peeta helped me walk to the sink after I was positive I was done being sick and I washed my mouth out. I looked on the counter next to me and grabbed something.

"Here's the markers," I breathed. Peeta couldn't help but chuckle.

"Always the joker," he smiled. "you alright?"

"I think so. I don't know what that was. Did you poison the berries?" I laughed hoping he got my reference.

"I didn't. Wait..." He looked at me with concern. My face must have been a sight to see because he broke out in laughter. "I'm kidding." He choked out. I smacked his chest.

"Not funny." I couldn't keep the smile off my face. "Whatever it was, it's gone now. So now..." I held up the markers. "It's tattoo time." I grabbed his hand and sat him on the couch. I sat beside him and propped his leg up on my lap. I turned on the lamp next to me and began writing. "Don't even think about peeking." I warned him. I heard him laugh. I kept writing and drawing for a good ten minutes. "Okay. Done. Mind you, I'm no artist." He smiled. He tried to bring his leg up to read what I had written, but I grabbed his leg.

"It says: 'Peeta Mellark, as weird as this may sound, I'm so glad we were both chosen to be in the Games. If it weren't for the treacherous event that took place, I would have never thought that I could love anyone the way I love you. I'd never known real love until I heard your first interview with Caesar. That is real love. The night in the cave. That was real love. Even though the first few kisses were for show, I found myself growing more attached to you with each touch, each kiss.'" I wanted to glance over and see how he was reacting, but I didn't. "'Soon after we escaped death, I found I cared about your opinions and feelings more than I cared for anyone else's. Those nights on the train where you held me during my nightmares... well those were the best nights I've ever had. After that, I craved your touch. I felt myself falling fast, falling hard, and the only person that I wanted to catch me was you. I love you with all my heart, Peeta.' Then I drew a cool looking heart with my name." I looked at him now, and I'm glad I waited. His face was soaked. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. I immediately thought I had done something wrong, but he pulled me back against his lap and kissed my head. He buried his face on my shoulder. I turned around in his lap to face him. I hugged him close and let him cry. I could tell his happy cry from his sad cry. This was his happy cry. I smiled and let tears escape my own eyes. For once, I didn't cry as hard as Peeta. I was stroking his hair. I'd never seen him cry this much, but it gave me a chance to comfort him for a change. It seemed like he was always the one comforting me. After a few minutes, he looked into my eyes. His beautiful blue eyes had red rims around them. He took his hand and stroked my face so gently with the back of it, more tears fell. He smiled at me.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever read, Katniss." He rotated his leg to see my drawing. "That heart is amazing. We need to paint something together. I bet we can create some beautiful masterpieces together." I smiled. I liked the sound of creating beauty together. I didn;t think my heart was that good, though.

"That sounds fun." I grabbed his hand. I realized we were still both naked. I grabbed my clothes and he grabbed his. We went upstairs to our room and dressed again. He went to the closet and grabbed some canvas, brushes, and his paints. "Look. It's your favorite color." I pointed to an orange color on one of his pallets. It was the color of a sunset. I smiled.

"You're right." He smiled back. He handed me a paint brush. "Just paint anything you want." One particular thing popped into my head. I grabbed the green paint and squeezed it onto the pallet. Then I added just the tiniest amount of blue. I mixed them until they were the perfect color. I grabbed the white paint and squeezed that next to the green mixture. The canvas was already black, so I painted a white football shape. Then after it was dried enough, I added a circle with the green color I created. I added a black circle in the center of the green one. Then, on the edge of the eye, I wrote "Finnick" in cursive. Peeta smiled. "Finnick Odair." He said.

"In his underwear," I added with a laugh. He chuckled.

"He would be proud. Perfect color, too. The exact color of his eyes."

"I miss him." Peeta hugged me. "Okay. You paint something now." He picked up his brush and immediately began painting. I watched each stroke he made very carefully. His hands seemed to glide over the canvas so gracefully. When he was finished, he watched me very carefully, gauging my reaction. My eyes filled with tears as I took in his masterpiece. It was Prim. She was dressed in a beautiful blue dress and her golden hair wrapped around her face. "Peeta. It's amazing." That's all I could say. I was in awe. I wanted to reach out and touch Prim, but I didn't. He hugged me from behind and kissed my cheek. "I love you Peeta."

"I love you, too, Katniss."

As the day went on, I didn't get sick again. We ate dinner, went upstairs, and before we went to sleep, we made love once more. It was our anniversary, after all. I fell asleep in his arms and I couldn't have been happier.

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The next morning, I felt the stomach pain again. It was pretty early and I stirred around hoping it would go away. I woke Peeta up on accident. I told him my stomach was killing me again and he walked with me to the bathroom. I crouched over the toilet waiting. After about two minutes, I leaned into the toilet and was violently sick yet again. Peeta kept my hair back and patted my forehead with a cold damp rag. I was so glad to have him there.

"Why do I keep throwing up, Peeta?" Right after the question was out of my mouth, I had a feeling I knew the answer. As I thought about it, I leaned over and threw up again. Oh God. I couldn't be pregnant. I couldn't be! I turned to see my suspicion mirrored in Peeta's eyes. "Peeta... do you... do you think I'm pregnant?" Just saying the word scared me. I wasn't ready to be a mom yet! I was only 18!

"I... I'm not sure... but if you are..." he smiled.

"You want me to be pregnant?" I gasped.

"I want you to be happy. If being pregnant scares you, just know that no matter what happens, I'm gonna be here with you. Every step of the way..." he smiled even bigger. "I am happy, though. If you're pregnant, Katniss, we're going to have the tiny pitter-patter of feet running around here! I've always dreamed of having a family. The fact that it's our baby is amazing." He seemed so happy. I smiled and hugged him. We might be having a baby.

So... I hope you guys liked the plot twist! There's more to come!