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I slow down as my legs begin to tire, and my breath is so uneven I can't even breathe. Rye clutches to me tightly and moans into my ear. It's like music. Her nails are buried into my back, but she takes them out as she calms down.

I stop completely and lay my head between her head and shoulder to kiss her sweaty neck. "No, *pant*, don't stop" she pleads. But I can't continue any longer. I flip us over so she's on top. She rocks on top of me, moving faster and faster. It's so good. I hold her down and shoot right up her. She collapses onto me and just breathes.

Little Manny is in the new nursery we set up for him. It took two months to convince rye to give him his own room so that we don't wake him when she has nightmares, or when we decide to have sex.

She wants a new baby, even though Manny is only three months old. She goes on and on about how if we have a boy his name will be Hudson, and if it's a girl of course it'd be Basil. How they'll be as cute as Manny, and we could give them nicknames. Hudson would be Hugh, and Basil will be Bay. She says that twins would be amazing as well. I don't know how happy I'd be if she came home and told me she was pregnant with twins. Three children. I would love that.

I want rye to have as many kids as she wants, since she had to suffer going through so many miscarriages in her life. Motherhood is a gift, and she really deserves it. She barely knew hers, so we don't know a thing about parenting; but every day we take care of our little Macaulay we get better.

I love being a father. Watching my child grow is the best thing ever. Making them is great too. Seeing them for the first time is heart stopping. Watching them cry is heart breaking. When Macaulay smiles, I'm overwhelmed with joy to see my child happy. To know we're doing a good job is all rye and I want.

It's a shame the men here can even call themselves fathers. There aren't many children here but the few parents that live here are a disgrace. Sure a man can impregnate a woman and she has his baby. But what makes a man a father is the fact that he is willing to take care of the child he made. Not just being related to it.

I'll care for every single one of my children, and love them to death.

"I love you" I say to rye looking her in the eyes. She raises her head to look at me, "I love you too" she whispers and kisses me. We sit up and throw on our robes. Rye wants to go check on Manny to make sure he's okay.

She holds my hand as we walk across the hall and into the yellow nursery Holden and I decorated. Macaulay is sound asleep. "He's fine baby" I whisper to rye and kiss her temple. She nods, "I just wanted to make sure" she says. "I know. C'mon, bed time. We'll be tired tomorrow" I say and gently hold her to me and lead her out.

Her dark hair is tucked in her robe. She doesn't cut it; she never bothers to; so I do it for her. i cut a few inches off for her a couple days back. It's beginning to pass her waist.

I un-tuck her hair and stroke it softly. I stop her in the middle of the floor in our room and wrap my arms around her. I untie her robe and slide it off of her body. I kiss her neck and rub her all over. She tilts her head to the side and I kiss up her jaw, her cheek then twirl her around and kiss her lips. I pull off my own robe and press up against her. My boner sticks up inside her accidentally, and then I purposely push to go in further. She holds onto me and I lift her up and thrust all the way in.

"I thought it was bedtime" she whispers. "I changed my mind" I say and get down on the bed. We're back on our pregnancy goal.

In the morning I wake up and sit up out of bed. I pull on my underwear and robe then turn to my wife. Rye is asleep. I climb on top of her and kiss her breasts, then up to her neck. I rub her all over and soon her arms wrap around me. I raise my head and watch her open her eyes. I hold her and pull her up to me and hug her. "Hopefully last night did the trick" she whispers, cuddling into me. "yeah. Hopefully" I repeat and turn my head to kiss hers. I lean with her still in my arms and grab her robe from off of the floor. I cover her with it and she puts her arms into it.

"I can't wait to have another baby. Especially if it's your baby" she says to me laying her head on my shoulder. I rub her back, "me too" is all I say.

Just then Macaulay starts to cry. Rye looks towards the door and raises her head. "c'mon" I say helping her up and taking her hand. We walk across the hall to the nursery. I open the door and Macaulay's crying gets louder. Rye tenses and her grip on me gets tighter. "It's okay baby. Look, nobody's here" I say quietly.

She pulls me over to the crib with her and she picks up the baby. She hugs him desperately then walks into my arms and I hold her. "He's fine babe, he just needs to be changed and fed. C'mon, let's change him" I whisper to her and walk her over to the changing station.

I put a fresh diaper on the table and she lies him down on top of it. She cleans his diaper and once he's clean, he's quiet. "I don't think he's hungry" is all she says. "That's fine. C'mon bring him with us" I say and lead her back to our room.

We enter our room and sit on the bed. Macaulay snuggles close to his mother and I notice the resemblance between the two. He stares up at her and she smiles at him. Her smile begins to fade. "Haul…look at his eyes" she says and I move closer to see the baby. I watch closely as his eyes turn from dark brown….to green. Rye and I are confused. Why are his eyes changing color?

"Do you think there is something wrong with him?" rye asks me desperately. "I doubt it, but let's go ask Holden. He might know what's going on" I assure her and we head next door. I carry my baby in my arms and rye stays right by my side. We head next door and I knock.

Holden opens the door wearing nothing but jeans. "Hey guys!" he says happily patting my shoulder. He hugs rye and then reaches for his nephew, "Manny!" he says. I give him the baby. "Whoa, look at those eyes" he says. "Yeah that's why we're here. We wanted to see if you could explain why they're changing color" I say. Holden shrugs, "it might just be the change in the weather". "I didn't know that could happen" rye says softly. Holden just smiles.

We enter his house and I shut the door behind us. Holden holds the baby in the air. Manny just stares down at his uncle. "How did you two have a baby before me" Holden jokes. It isn't the type of question he wants answered. I know my brother.

Holden and rye sit on the couch and play with the baby. I look at my wife and see she's happy, very happy! Shes smiling so wide her teeth are actually showing.

She hasn't really smiled since she got home from the games. Even during the victory tour she refused to smile for the cameras, no matter how many times we told her she had to.

But there had always been that special moment, where rye and I would sit alone in our room, laying in our be and wed just enjoy the peace. My hand would always be over her growing belly, where I knew that my child was growing. The child that rye had always hoped and wished to have. The child we longed for since the day she showed me her sketch book.

I would whisper to our unborn baby and as if it heard me, id receive a kick. That was when rye would flash a smile. The thought that she was months in her pregnancy with my baby touched her heart. She always thanks me for giving her so much.

She went from a homeless broken girl, to a rich and well cared for mother.

I hate it when she cries at night. Snow has scarred her. She just cant let go..hes taken her entire family an then, he tried to get rid of her. But she made it.

I tell her everyday that shes a surviver and that snow promised to leave us alone but she doesn't believe me. She wants to desperately, but she cant. She doesn't want to take the risk. That was her mistake last time.

She thought snow promised to keep her out of the reaping so she let her guard down. Then I impregnated her and she ended up miscarrying again! Now shes too afraid. She doesn't want anything to happen to her me or many so she keeps her guard up, she always alert an always stressing. The only time she isn't is when shes holding our baby or during sex.

I need to find a way to get her back to normal because this is breaking my heart….i just have to find a way..

Hey. Sorry for the delay I've been really busy. Incase any of you are wondering..i am working on the next chapter for two crazy kids in love but this isn't the easiest thing school is stressful. Anywho thanks for reading. Please review and ill get the next chapter up when I can 3