Peeta lets me lean on him for support as he takes me to the living room. I feel better now but Peeta's too cautious. He lays me down on the couch, tucking my hair behind my ear. It had been in a bun earlier, but now it was falling out.

"Are you okay? Do I need to get a doctor?" He asks, stroking my hair and unknowingly making it more tangled. I shake my head.

"I'm fine, Peeta. I think I just ate too much." I say, but he doesn't look convinced. I sit up a bit and kiss him. "If I was really sick, I wouldn't have done that. I'd be too scared that you would get sick." I explain. This does the trick. I hear Gale make a noise as if he's going to throw up. I try not to roll my eyes. Peeta kisses me again and then stands up.

"You should at least get some rest. I'll wake you when Gale leaves." He promises. The two men go back to the kitchen to finish eating. I am getting sleepy and so I close my eyes for just a second…

xxx

Peeta is shaking me gently. I open my eyes and he smiles. "Time to go upstairs." He says, offering a hand to help me up. I stand and he leads the way upstairs to our bedroom.

"Wh-where's Gale?" I ask.

"Oh, he left about an hour ago. He told me not to wake you because you needed your sleep. I agreed." He tells me. I quickly head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb the knots out of my hair. I braid it as fast as I can. Peeta's already brushed his teeth and he's put his pyjama pants on. He still thinks it's warm enough not to wear a shirt, and tonight I don't pester him about hypothermia.

Instead, I put on his abandoned pyjama shirt and crawl into bed beside him. He wraps his arms around me and I rest my head on his chest. It's warm in Peeta's arms.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks one last time.

"I'm perfectly fine, Peeta. Stop worrying about me." I yawn and he kisses the top of my head. He twists my long braid in his fingers as I drift off once more.

xxx

The sound of kids yelling in the street outside wakes us both up at the same time. I rub sleep out of my eyes and stretch. Peeta does the same and then he smiles.

"I love the sound of kids laughing." He says, sitting up.

"Peeta," I start to say. And although my head is screaming 'Stop!' my mouth moves of its own accord. "I'm pregnant." I turn to see his reaction. He's sitting, staring at me, his mouth open.

"Seriously?"

"Yes," he grins and as the words process more and more, it turns into an ear-splitting smile.

"This is great, Katniss!" He exclaims, getting up on his knees in excitement. Then he sees my expression which is the opposite of his; sad. "You still haven't changed your mind about this." The smile vanishes, replaced by a crease between his eyebrows. I shake my head and I sit up too.

"I'm scared." I tell him truthfully. He takes my hands in his. The feeling of tears starts at the back of my eyes.

"Katniss Mellark, do you trust me?" He asks, taking me off guard. I nod, feeling a tear roll down my cheek.

"More than you can imagine." I tell him. My voice shakes but it's true.

"Then you'll believe me when I say you have nothing to be scared of. Everything is safe here. I've said it before and I'll say it again: Katniss, you'll make a great mother." He leans his forehead against mine, pulling me up so we're level. "Everything's going to be fine." Although it sounds cheesy and I used to gag when I heard people say stuff like that, coming from Peeta it makes sense.

"Okay," is all I can manage to say before I'm really crying. Peeta holds me tighter to him. I calm down in a few minutes. I pull away so I can see his face. He wipes my tears away gently and I smile. He smiles back and I start to laugh. All of a sudden, he's made me excited about this.

"Does that mean I can get excited about it now?" He asks, his mouth twitching into a bigger smile.

"If you really have to." I tease. He jumps off the bed, pumping a fist into the air.

"A baby!" He shouts. "I'm so happy, Katniss!" He comes over to the bed and picks me up like he did after our wedding. I sling my arms around his neck and he twirls me around.

"Hey!" I say indignantly but I'm having fun. He stops anyways.

"I don't ever want to leave your side, Katniss. Or the baby's," He puts me down gently and kisses me like he hasn't seen me in weeks. "Come to the Bakery with me today. I want to see your beautiful face all day."

"Okay, Peeta, relax." He's going very un-Peeta on me with excitement. "I have to shower first." I say. He does relax a little. It's taken a lot out of him to twirl me around and shout for joy. He limps when he walks to the bathroom with me.

"I'll wash your hair." He offers. He's only done it once or twice before but it's so relaxing to feel his fingers run through my hair, that I agree. Right now, it feels like all we have to do today is clean my hair. It's a good feeling because it's simple. Peeta runs the water till it's warm. I step in first and he follows.

We're silent until I'm rinsing shampoo out of my hair. Peeta is the first to speak.

"So, who should we tell first?" I open my eyes and stop rinsing.

"What do you mean? Who else is there to tell?" I ask. Peeta's family and Prim are both gone.

"Your mother, Haymitch, Sae, Paylor, Gale." He makes a list. I don't feel a need to tell any of those people, except for Greasy Sae.

"My mother won't care. She won't come back here, baby or not." I begin. "Haymitch isn't coming within 300 feet of this child. Paylor has enough stuff to think about and Gale – " I almost tell him the Gale already knows, but I catch myself just in time.

"Slow down Katniss." Peeta turns me around so he can put conditioner in. "If you don't want to tell them, then we won't. But they're going to notice eventually. And I know your mother; she'll be down here if you need her." He combs his fingers through my hair and kisses my neck. "I love you." He says.

"I love you, too." I reply. I know he's probably right because he's always right. We get dressed and then he goes downstairs while I put my hair into two braids instead of one.

Just like when 'forever' started.