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"Come home, Gale."

Worry and fear came to my heart and settled on my stomach. Madge had never sounded like this before. Burglars, I thought. That's why she sounds quiet and scared. My voice shook as I answered, "I'm coming," I said quietly and I heard her breathe a sigh of relief. "How many are there? Lock the doors and call the cops.." I started packing up my things so I could close the store.

She didn't reply and I panicked. "Madge," I whispered frantically. "Are you still there? How many are there?"

"Two," she whispered back. "I—um—already called the cops."

God, I hoped they got there before anything bad happens. I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible for her sake. "Okay, I'll be there in 10. Be careful, okay? I'll be there soon."

I was freaking out on the way home. I was driving like a maniac, darting through cars just to get home as quickly as possible. I started hyperventilating when I reached our apartment. There were no cop cars or any sign of help. I parked right outside the building and jumped out of the truck. I raced upstairs to our apartment.

I nearly fainted when I saw the door closed with nobody outside. Did they already get in? I opened the door loudly, hoping to distract whoever it was in there. "Madge! Madge!" I started yelling. "Where are you?"

She walked out of our bedroom, grinning madly. "Hey honey. Welcome home."

There didn't seem to be anything wrong with her. I walked past her and into the empty bedroom. I checked the bathroom and the kitchen. Nothing. Empty. Nobody was in here except the two of us. I went back and stared at my wife, confused as hell. "Where are the cops? What happened? I don't understand," I said weakly. All my panic had been replaced by bewilderment. "I thought—I thought there was someone in here?"

She gave me a hug before standing on tiptoe and giving me a gentle kiss. "There is."

I was still confused. "You said there were two."

She nodded slowly. "There are."

I felt stupider by the minute. "Am I missing something?"

She handed me a stick. I looked at it and saw two lines.

"And that's when he fainted."

Hannah and Nick laughed as their mother finished my story for me. I pulled Madge towards me and she landed on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled her neck. "In my defense, you made me believe there were burglars in the house before you handed me a positive pregnancy test. I had too many emotions."

"Oh daddy, you're so silly," my ten year old daughter said, smiling so much like her mother while her twin brother laughed. "I can't believe you fainted. You're always so tough."

"Did you faint when Mom told you that she was pregnant again, Dad?" Nick asked.

I looked over at my son, at this age a spitting image of me. "Very funny, Nick. I did not faint that time."

Nick looked at his mother. Madge shook her head and mouthed, yes he did, pretending she didn't know I could see her. I chuckled along with our kids.

It felt incredibly strange to call them our kids. I still feel like that kid, trying to make it in the music business with his best friend. I still remember being scared that Madge wouldn't wait for me if I toured. I remember asking her to marry me. I remember getting chewed out by my mother for asking her too soon. I remember her father staring me down when I asked for permission as if daring me to take his daughter away from him. Everyone said we were being stupid and I was making a stupid decision.

I looked at the twins, joking with each other, over Madge's swelling belly. It was the best stupid decision I've ever made.

"When are you coming back, daddy?"

I smiled at my three year old daughter as we played with her toys. "In three days, sweetheart," I answered gently. "Then me and Aunt Katniss will come home and we'll all go on tour together. Would you like that?"

"Yes!" Rosie exclaimed, throwing her stuffed squirrel up in the air. "Are Uncle Peeta and Mom and Hannah and Nick coming with us too?"

"Yes, and Uncle Finnick and Aunt Annie and Grampa Haymitch too," I said, catching her toy and handing it back to her.

"Yay!" she cheered, throwing more toys up in the air. "Are we going to watch you and Aunt Katniss sing, daddy?"

"Yes, Rosie," I replied, patiently catching each toy as it came down. "But you can sing along too, if you want to. Would you like to hear me now?"

"Please don't."

Rosie smiled her beautiful smile as she noticed her mother behind me. "Momma! Is it time for bed already?" she asked, pouting adorably.

Madge giggled as she picked up our daughter. "Yes sweetie, it's time for bed," she said gently, nuzzling her nose in our daughter's hair. They left to go to Rosie's room while I put away her toys.

I found Madge tucking our daughter in, singing an old lullaby. I wrapped my hands around her waist as we kissed our daughter goodnight.

"Goodnight Gale. I love you."

I pulled my wife closer to me as we tried to fall asleep. I smiled in her hair. "I love you. You're perfect, you know."

I could see Madge straining to see me in the dark. "Do you want sex?" she asked sleepily.

I chuckled and kissed her on the forehead. "Oh come on, I was being sweet," I protested jokingly. "But if you're thinking about that..."

She elbowed me and I laughed. Then she kissed me forcefully on the mouth.

Perfect.