A/N: Thank you all so much for your support and views with the other story, it means a lot to me, considering I'm a new writer here on Fanfiction. I'd like to thank .Slytherin666 for your review on chapter one of this story, it makes me happy to know that people are actually reading this and enjoying it. Here's chapter Two! As always, enjoy and reviews are welcomed. :)

Chapter Two:

I cover my face in my hands. This isn't how this was supposed to happen.

"Nikki…If this is what I think it is…Does this mean you are…?" He stammers.

"Finnick, I wanted to tell you in the right moment. But…Yes. I am pregnant." I tell him, my hand slowly sliding down my hands. I watch his reaction carefully. He smiles wide, and lets out a breathless laugh.

"Are you serious?" He asks, throwing the stick into the bathroom behind his back.

"Yes. Finnick, we're having a baby." I laugh. He runs over to me and jumps on the bed, tackling me. He starts kissing every inch of my face.

"I'm so happy. Nikki, I've always wanted to be a father. Thank you!" He kisses me.

"I don't think you should thank me. I mean it's not like I did this all on my own. You kind of have an important part in this too." I smirk. He laughs, and brushes some strands of hair away from my eyes. He stares in them. I see true happiness and love in his eyes.

We continued to talk for hours about what our baby would look like, what traits from each of us it would inherit, and so on. Finnick is convinced it will be a boy, with my emerald green eyes, his bronze hair, and he will be strong like both of his parents.

I disagree. I think it will be a girl, with Finnick's sea green eyes, his bronze curls, and be artistic like me, in a sense.

"Finnick, what do you think Snow will do when he finds out? How will we protect her?" I ask him, running my hand along his perfectly sculpted chest.

"We will protect her with our lives. No one will touch her. I swear if anything happens to her…" He starts to threaten Snow, but I place my finger over his lips.

"Snow is probably listening, which means he knows about her." I say, fear easing its way into my system. My heart speeds up, and my breathing becomes quicker.

"Him." Finnick whispers against my finger. He kisses it, and grabs my hand. I calm down a little.

"We have nine months. The next Games will be starting by time he or she is born." I say. He looks up at the ceiling.

"We need to come up with a strategy for Rose and Luke." He says. My thoughts wander to the unlikely duo. They will definitely not be like me and Paul. I don't see them forming an alliance.

"How will they get sponsors? Rose isn't exactly likeable. Luke will have no problem." I say, placing a hand on my stomach. I still can't believe our child is in there. I can't wait to meet her. Or him.

"Rose can get sponsors if she uses her confidence right. There needs to be more depth to her. She needs a backstory. Something that will grab the audience's attention." Finnick thinks out loud.

I think for a moment. I don't know anything about her, other than that she has five brothers. Brothers…We could use that.

"We can think more about this tomorrow. You need your rest. You're growing our child in there." Finnick says, placing his warm hand on top of mine resting on my stomach.

"Don't say that ever again. It's weird." I laugh. He laughs too.

"Sorry. It's true." He kisses my forehead and rolls over to shut off the lamp. I roll over on my side and close my eyes.

Snakelike blue eyes stare into mine, the fear spikes in my chest along with the realization of who the menacing eyes belong to. He opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is blood-scented breath. I gag, the horrid smell assaulting my nostrils.

"Mrs. Odair, when will you stop lying to me?" He asks. I look around for a way out, but all I see is darkness.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, playing dumb.

"What I'm talking about is the fact that you lied to me and thought you could get away with it. When will you learn? Maybe at the expense of your baby…Maybe that's when you'll learn." He says, a playfully evil look flashes in his eyes. He backs up and I spot a small baby wrapped in a pink blanket in his arms.

He slides a silver blade from his pocket. He raises it in the air, the metal shining in the dim light. I then realize that it is my baby in his arms. She has Finnick's eyes

"Get away from her!" I growl, my voice echoing through the pitch black.

"Who's going to stop me?" He laughs. I look around once more. Finnick has to be around here. I look down and see Finnick's body crumpled and bloody at my feet. I clasp my hand across my mouth. I bend own and run my hand along his form. His lifeless form. My body starts to shake. I stand up and look at Snow, the anger burning through me.

"I am. You're a dead man." I threaten, hatred dripping from my tone. He smiles and sticks the bald into my baby's chest. I let out a strangled cry. He drops my baby to the floor, a ruby red pool forming around the limp body. I look to Snow and lunge at him. He disappears into thin air like mist as soon as I reach him.

My eyes snap open. I feel the thin layer of sweat coating my whole body. I pant, trying to block the images from my brain. I can't help Finnick's dead body, and my baby's murder from playing before my eyes. I look over and see Finnick is not in bed. My heartrate spikes. I leap out of bed and swing the door open in a matter of seconds.

I run through the living room, and finally spot him lying on the couch, the TV on. I look at the screen and see a re-run of our wedding on. I walk over to Finnick and shake his shoulder.

"I wouldn't wake him up if I were you." I hear a voice behind me. I jump, a small squeal leaving my lips. My heart stops for a millisecond.

I see Luke sitting in a chair, his eyes bloodshot.

"What are you doing up?" I ask him, trying to catch my breath.

"I had a nightmare. Finnick was already up, so we chatted for a little." He says. Luke has nightmares? I wonder what they were about.

"Me too. That's actually why I came out here. To look for Finnick. I guess he's the nightmare person." I say, smiling weakly.

"You made a beautiful bride." Luke says, nodding to the television. I look over and see Finnick and I kiss at the altar.

"Not anymore?" I ask, smirking.

"No! That's not what I meant, you're gorgeous. I would marry you if I could." He stammers. I raise an eyebrow.

"No…That's not what I meant! Gosh…I meant you still look the same, I don't want to marry you, and you're taken. I'm not like that." He smacks his forehead.

"It's okay, I know what you meant." I chuckle. I pull out a chair and sit down.

"What were your nightmares about? Finnick's sleeping, and seeing as how we're both awake, and suffering from the same problem…" He trails off. I sigh. I can't tell Luke about the nightmares, which would raise too many questions about Snow. He is a kid, and he doesn't know if he's going to be alive in two weeks.

"It's nothing. What were yours about?" I ask.

"Tell me yours, I'll tell you mine." He smirks, and rest back in his chair, folding his hands over his stomach.

"Fine…It was about losing someone really close to me." I look at Finnick. I watch as his chest rises and falls slowly.

"Mine was about the arena. I died, and Rose killed me." He says. I look at him. His eyes are gentle, and a soft smile rests on his face.

"Don't worry about her, I'll get through to her." I say. Somehow I will, I just don't know how right now.

"Something must've happened to her to make her that hard hearted." He says softly. He sounds like Paul. Always thinking of other people. He reminds me so much of Paul, now that I think about it.

"You think so?" I question.

"Yes. No one is born that mean spirited." He tells me, his eyes closing.

"You are a very kind man, you know that. You remind me of someone…" I look down.

"Who? If you don't mind me asking." He asks.

"Paul. My District Partner. He is-was very kind hearted like you. Gentle. Always thinking of others." I say. His blue eyes find mine in the darkness.

"I'm very sorry for your loss. Can I say something?" He asks. I gesture out to him, telling him to go on.

"You looked so sad and broken after your Games. What's worse, dying, or witnessing all the horrible things in the arena and having to live with it?" He asks me. I sigh heavily.

"I don't know. It depends. I had Finnick. He helped me through it all. If you have that one person to go home to, that one person to keep living for, it makes it easier." I tell him.

"So does that mean I'm screwed?" His lip turns up.

"No. Not necessarily. You don't have anyone?" I ask him, a shocked expression on my face.

"Nope. Both of my parents are dead. I have my older brother, but he's never home." He says calmly, as if it's not a big deal.

"I'm sorry. My sister died when I was younger. My mom left, and my dad was a drunk. I pretty much raised myself." I confess. I feel like I can trust Luke, and I liked him from the start, but now that I'm getting to know him better, I like him even more.

"Oh wow. How did she die?" He asks me, leaning forward.

"A boat accident. I was with her. We were on our boat and there's was a really bad storm. She flew off the edge and never came back up." I tell him. Recognition flashes across his face.

"How long ago was this storm?" He asks, gaining more volume to his voice,

"Uh…Seven years ago." I say. His eyes widen.

"My parents died at sea seven years ago, due to a bad storm." He says, standing up.

"Really? That's so strange. Small world." I say, standing up.

"Wow…my parents and your sister died the same night in the same storm. How did you make it?" He asks.

"I don't know. I guess I got lucky." I shrug. Apparently we were being too loud, and woke Finnick up.

"What are you guys doing?" He asks groggily, rubbing his eyes.

"We were just chatting." Luke says, winking at me. I smile and look to Finnick.

"You ready to go bed?" I ask him, extending my hand to help him up.

"Yeah. Goodnight Luke." Finnick smiles, and wraps his arm around my shoulder.

"How are you feeling? Did something wake you?" He whispers in my ear.

"Yeah. A nightmare, but I'm okay now. Talking to Luke really helped." I say.

"I really like him." Finnick says, walking into our room. I plop down on the bed.

"I don't know about you, but I'm tired." I say, falling back on the bed.

"I'm wide awake." He says, laying next to me.

"Finnick...Do you think I'll be a good mother?" I ask him.

"Absolutely. And just so you know, You're not doing this alone. I'm here." He says, Placing his hand over my stomach.

All my doubts disappear. Finnick and I will be good parents. Our love is proof of that. I close my eyes, and drift off, this time no nightmares.

A/N: Fun fact about this story...Well it's not fun at all, just kidding. My computer that had all my stories and stuff decided to crash, so as of right now, I lost everything. But it's okay. I have this handy-dandy laptop right here in which I can continue writing. When life gives you lemons...use your laptop instead. ;)