You guys are amazing so here's another chapter before I head off to Disneyland! Warning, the 2nd part of this one is really smutty with language, so as always, read at your own risk! ;) And thanks for being the best fans a girl could ask for! XOXO!

"Mom?" Finn's tentative voice breaks the silence of the room but Annie doesn't respond. He looks up at us anxiously and moves closer to the table.

"Mom? Are you alright?"

"Finnck," she sobs. "Finnick!" Peeta moves swiftly, draping his arm around our godson's shoulder.

"Come on Finn, let's get going."

"But…I can't leave her like this!"

"Your aunt will take care of her."

"Mom! Snap out of it! Mom!"

"Finn," I say gently. "Go with your uncle. I'll take care of her, I promise." Finn looks miserable as he turns away and Peeta gives me a sad look before he leads the boy out of the house. I hesitantly approach Annie and my hand hovers over her shoulder.

"Annie?"

"Finnick," she gasps out. "He's dead! They're all going to die in the Capitol! Finnick is dead!" I bite my lip, panic-stricken. Peeta should have stayed. I don't know how to handle this. I only know how to handle his flashbacks. I had no idea my friends have them too. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, with how much they went through.

"Annie, listen to me. You're safe. You're in District 12, with your son."

"I'm pregnant," she gasps out. "I'm pregnant and I'm going to raise my child on my own! He'll never know how wonderful his father was!"

"Annie," I say softly. "Come on, you need to wake up. You're not in the Capitol anymore. You're not in 13 anymore. You're home, in 12." Annie looks up at me and blinks her large green eyes. Confusion swirls around those sea-green depths and I swallow heavily.

"No one is safe," she says firmly. "Not here. Not in the Capitol. Nowhere is safe as long as Snow controls Panem."

"Snow is dead," I say quietly. "He's dead and everything's alright. You had a beautiful son and you live here in 12 beside your best friends. Don't you remember?"

"Finnick!" She cries out again and I wince. I can't take this anymore. I run to the phone beside us and quickly dial the number.

When Johanna answers, she immediately knows something is wrong.

"Johanna, I need your help! It's Annie…she's having a flashback!"

"Where is Finn?"

"Peeta took him to the Bakery. But I'm alone with her and I…I don't know what to do, Jo!"

"Hold her like you would with Peeta. You need to calm her down. What is she saying?"

"Finnick! I hear his screams! And hers! And his. Everyone's screams. They're terrible," Annie is rocking back and forth, hiding her face in her hands. I bite my lip and grip the phone.

"She's talking about hearing screaming."

"I hear Johanna's cries. And Peeta's! That sweet boy is innocent, he doesn't know anything. They're keeping him to get to Katniss, like they are keeping me to get to Finnick. He doesn't know anything! He doesn't deserve this!"

"Johanna, you have to help me," I plead.

"Can you put me on speaker?" With some failed attempts, I finally manage to do as she asks and Johanna's voice is soft and soothing.

"Annie? Honey, it's Johanna."

"Johanna?" Annie looks up, tears streaming down her fair cheeks.

"Yes, it's me. I'm safe at home in District 8, with my husband and my son. Katniss is there with you. You remember Katniss, don't you?"

"Katniss," Annie says slowly, as if tasting my name. "Katniss Everdeen. The Mockingjay. Peeta keeps screaming for her." I gasp and grip the table.

"No Annie, Peeta is safe. He's safe and happy, he's married to Katniss! We're all ok, honey, you're ok."

"I hear him screaming, Johanna. He keeps pleading for her, crying for her to save him. I think they're beating him with those long whips they had. How will he survive that, Johanna? After the pipes and knives and everything? He won't survive it!" I blink back tears as I listen to the women talk about my husband's torture. Even years after his captivity, I can still see the evidence of the Capitol's torment on my husband's flesh. His scars are more than the pink and white crisscrossed lines that match mine.

"Annie, you have to listen to me. Peeta is safe. I'm safe. We're all ok, honey. We survived."

"Finnick," she gasps again. "He's…he's…"

"Annie, Finnick died a hero, preserving a future for your son. He died protecting us all. You need to wake up and see what is around you. What all you have there at home. You're so loved, Annie. Katniss, she's your best friend. Married to your other best friend. They're so happy, Annie. We're all very happy!" I watch her and she continues to rock back and forth.

"It's not working, Jo," I sob. "She's still…she's getting worse!"

"Hey," I hear a soft voice behind me and I whirl around, my eyes wide. Peeta kneels beside Annie and takes her hands.

"Annie, look at me. It's Peeta. I'm right here."

"Peeta?" She looks up, her eyes wide with disbelief. Peeta smiles up at her and strokes her hair.

"Yes it's me. I'm alive and safe. We're ok, Annie, we made it out of the Capitol. You remember your son? Finn? He's so perfect, Annie. He looks so much like Finnick and he has your eyes. Try to remember him."

"Peeta, where is he," Johanna asks quietly.

"He's fine," is all Peeta says as he refuses to take his eyes off Annie. He leans up and takes her face in his hands and pulls her to his chest. She sobs into his shirt and he holds her close.

"Shh, you're ok. Annie, you're ok. You're not in that dark place anymore. You're here, with your family. Your family who loves you."

"Peeta," she whimpers. "You don't deserve what they're doing to you! None of us do. Why won't they come for us, Peeta? Why don't Finnick and Katniss come?"

"They will, Annie. They're coming for us, I know it. You'll be in Finnick's arms again soon."

"Katniss loves you, you know," she says faintly. "She may not know it yet but she does." Peeta's eyes meet mine and he gives me a sad smile.

"I know she does. Here, get some rest Annie. I'll watch over you. I'll make sure nothing harms you."

"If Finnick comes while I'm asleep…"

"I'll wake you," he says soothingly. "I promise, I'll wake you if anything happens."

"Good." And her head falls against his chest, her eyes closed. Peeta breathes softly and stands up, easily lifting Annie from the chair.

"I'm going to put her to bed." I nod and watch him carry Annie out of the room. I fall to the table and hide my face in my hands.

"You ok, Katniss?" I can only grunt.

"Hey, you did a great job. Peeta just…he's used to it, that's all. He used to comfort her when they shared a cell. It's like she would just lose her mind for awhile and he had to fight to keep her calm and sane."

"She's ok," Peeta announces as he reenters the room. "She's resting." I notice he is shaking and is very pale. Please don't let this send him into a flashback. I try to stand but can only reach out toward him. He takes my hand and kisses my palm. I relax a little. He'll be ok. He manages to keep the flashbacks at bay now and it's been awhile since he has succumbed to the darkness.

"Peeta? You alright," Johanna asks after a moment.

"I'm ok. I have no idea what made her have that flashback but I'm glad Finn didn't see it."

"Where is he?" He glances at me and sighs.

"I left him at the Bakery with Rory and Gisele. They asked for him to help with the cupcakes. I think he knows it's a distraction but he seems to understand that we could help her better than he can."

"Maybe she needed her son," I say softly. "He might have gotten through to her."

"I wouldn't want Aran to ever see me like that," Johanna says anxiously. "And I'm sure Annie doesn't want Finn to see it. He already questions her enough about the war and about Finnick. It would only be harder for them both." Peeta nods.

"I agree. I'll go back to the Bakery and stay with him. Katniss, are you sure you're alright?" I feel his hand stroke my cheek and I nod, as I blink back tears. His face is full of concern and he pulls me to my feet and into his arms.

"Call me if you need me to come to 12," Johanna speaks up. "I'll be on the first train."

"I think we'll be ok, Jo. But you should plan a visit anyway for a baby shower in the future." There's about a second of silence before she squeals loudly and Peeta and I shush her.

"Sorry. Oh, brainless, you finally told him? What did he say? How did he react? How did you tell him?"

"Just for the record, I hold you partly responsible for my wife withholding this rather important piece of information from me," Peeta says irritably.

"Hey, I didn't tell her not to tell you! I just understood why she didn't tell you immediately. When did you find out?"

"This morning. When I saw our baby on the ultrasound." I lean back to look up at him and see he has tears in his eyes again. He smiles and traces my lip with his fingertip.

"What an anniversary surprise, huh bread boy?"

"The best I could ever get," he says softly, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Alright, you two go enjoy your anniversary! I'll see you both very soon."

"Take care, Jo. We love you."

"And we love you guys. Bye-bye, Mellarks!" I hang up the phone and wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek against his chest. His heart is still racing.

"Thank you for coming back. I was…I wasn't doing a great job with calming her down."

"I sort of sensed that she would need someone who…well, was there with her during that time." I nod and sigh deeply. He cups my chin and leans down to kiss me.

"I love you so much, Katniss."

"I love you too, Peeta. And I'm so sorry." His smile fades slightly.

"For what?"

"Everything. Letting you think I abandoned you, that I didn't love you. For-"

"Stop it, Katniss." His finger rests on my lips and I huff.

"It's over. Almost…sixteen years later, I am happier than I ever thought I could be. And it's all because of you, do you know that? You give me life, you are the reason I wake up in the morning. You are my reason for breathing."

"Oh Peeta," I blame the baby for these damn hormones but I throw myself into his arms and sob into his chest. His arms wrap around me protectively and he lays his head on top of mine.

"Why don't you go on home and rest? I'll be back in a little while."

"No, I'm not tired. I can come to the bakery with you."

"Katniss, you're exhausted. I can see how drained you are. Please sweetheart, go home and rest. Take care of our baby and I'll take care of our godson." I sigh and nod and he kisses me softly before dragging me from the house and watching me until I walk into our own home. He blows me a kiss before he turns to head back out of Victor's Village. I wish he would take the car. It's too cold for him to be walking everywhere.

I didn't mean to fall asleep but I jerk awake when I hear the door open and lean up from the couch. I look up to see him in the doorway, holding two large bags in his hands.

"Thought you weren't tired?" I scowl which makes him laugh.

"Is Finn ok?"

"I don't know if Annie was awake when I dropped him off at home but he said he would call if there are any problems. I wanted to stay over there but he told me to get my ass back home to my beautiful wife."

"He better not have used those words!"

"He did. He's getting a mouth on him, but can you blame him with Haymitch and all those kids he hangs with?" I shake my head and stretch. My stomach growls and my hands go to my belly. His eyes fly downward and a look of concern passes over his face.

"I'm ok," I say quickly. "Just hungry I think."

"I'm going to change for dinner. You might want to do the same." He disappears for a moment and when he returns, his hands are empty. He smiles down at me and extends his hand. I follow him upstairs and he walks into our closet. He comes out with a pretty green dress draped over his arm.

"Wear this one, please."

"Are we going out?"

"Do we have to go out if we are dressed up?" I'm confused.

"No but that's usually how it goes." He just smiles and holds the dress out.

"Here. I love this one on you. The color with your skin tone is just a work of art in itself." I roll my eyes at his cheesy compliments and I turn away and to pull off my shirt. He disappears in the closet and I dress quickly. I do love this dress. The feel of the soft fabric on my scarred skin makes me shiver. I look down and see the plunging neckline is a bit more noticeable as my breasts have gotten larger. I guess I hadn't really noticed it before. I bite my lip as I turn from side to side. The dress is slightly tighter around my middle. But Peeta is right. I do love this color against my skin. He appears in the mirror behind me and I suck in a breath at how handsome he looks. He's wearing one of the suits I bought him for our trip around the districts. Or at least, part of the suit. It's a dark blue jacket with a white shirt and a dark blue tie. He wears a nice pair of jeans and I laugh when I see his feet are bare. His blonde curls are slicked back but a few of them are being unruly and hang in his crystal blue eyes. My eyes move up his body to his face, only to find his eyes resting on my stomach. His breath hitches as he reaches out and touches my hip.

"Katniss you are the most beautiful creature ever created."

"I…the dress doesn't fit so great anymore," I mumble as I rub my belly self-consciously. His hand covers mine and he moves closer, his lips going to my neck.

"It's perfect. You're perfect. God, Katniss, I want you so bad right now, just from one look at you in that dress. How am I going to make it through dinner without completely ravaging you?" I push back against his growing arousal, grinning at his hitched breath and little moan.

"You'll have to manage. I'm starving." He grins as he pulls back and kisses my hand.

"Come on then."

When we get downstairs, I see the table has been set with my favorite foods and candles are lit in the middle of it all. I glance at him with wide eyes and an open mouth and he just smiles. He pulls a chair out for me and leans down to kiss me before he sits across from me. I quickly decide the distance is too much and I drag the chair to his side, closer to him. He grins and shakes his head.

"You're not going to make this easy on me, are you?"

"Whatever do you mean," I feign innocence as I lean forward, deliberately pushing my cleavage together and out for him to ogle. And ogle he does. His eyes rake down my body and he wets his lips hungrily as his hands grip his own knees.

"Here, I'll try distracting you with food," he says with a smile as he pulls a platter toward him. I inhale the aroma of the lamb stew and eagerly ladle some onto my plate. He pushes the platter of cheesebuns toward me and I grab two and set them on my plate. There's also a plate of fried rice with some kind of doughy meat pie that Peeta seems to love. I see plate of wild turkey with greens, a bowl of salad with slices of red meat, and a bowl of strawberry soup that we are both partial to.

"Peeta, did you put Finn and all your employees to work?"

"You think I'm such a heartless boss?" I raise my brow and he grins sheepishly.

"Fine, Finn did help with the cheesebuns. Rory and Cora insisted on helping too but a lot of the food came from Sae's restaurant and I just cooked the rest while I was at the bakery. I just wanted to surprise you with a nice meal, without having to leave our home." I lean forward and kiss him and his hands come up to grip my face. I tug at his bottom lip just slightly, making it apparent to both of us that we are in for a long, exhausting night.

After dinner, Peeta reveals a platter of cupcakes, all different flavors, and a cake that he has apparently been working on for several days.

"It's three different flavors, see, and if you cut it like this, you can get all the flavors in once slice," he tells me as he picks up a knife. I stop him, wanting to admire the perfect detail on the cake. He says the whole team helped but I know the elegant silver swirls and the tiny frosted flowers, primroses and dandelions and even katniss flowers, were sculpted by his patient hands. "Happy anniversary, my perfect wife." He starts to lift a piece to my lips but I move out of my chair and straddle his lap, pulling him by the tie for a kiss. He drops the cake on the plate and winds his hands in my hair, which I left loose around my shoulders. His lips travel across my neck and follow the plunging neckline of my dress. His hands come up and palm my chest, slowly dragging the dress down even lower and revealing my hardened nipple. He licks his lips as he lowers his head.

"Don't think I haven't noticed how these have grown," he whispers huskily. I close my eyes as his lips enclose around my flesh and my hands grip his curls tightly. He hums against my chest and his tongue flicks across my nipple until I cry out.

"Peeta!" He looks back up at me, his eyes glazed over and darkened, and he sets me up on the table. We scoot the desserts to the end of the table and he lays me on my back and climbs up my body to meet my mouth again. His hand pushes up underneath my dress and trails along my inner thighs, stopping to graze his fingers over my dripping center. He hisses when he feels how wet I am and his fingers push past my underwear to circle across my clit. I buck my hips upwards and he sucks at my throat as he increases his circles. He pulls away and I sit up, confused. But he only smirks and roughly turns me around so that I am leaning over the table. He pushes my dress up and I feel him kneel behind me. He pulls my panties to the side and spreads my legs wide. I can only spread them so much with my underwear constricting me but Peeta works around it. His tongue slides up and down my center, almost teasingly and I whimper his name. He smirks against my skin and thrusts his tongue inside me, pulling away when I press back against him.

"Peeta," I whine. He reaches around and his fingers trail my lips. I open my mouth to suck his fingers and my tongue wraps around his digits. He groans as he pulls his hand from my mouth and I feel his wet fingers push inside me. He crooks two, then three fingers, and I feel his tongue tease my entrance. I'm incoherent with desire and I grind my hips against the table.

"Mmmm, Katniss," I hear him moan behind me and I toss my head back, my eyes squeezed shut in delicious agony. He plants kisses all over my cheeks as his hand continues to move in and out of me. His longer fingers stroke me inside and out and I claw at the table.

"Peeta…fuck, Peeta!"

"That's it baby," he whispers against my skin. "Come for me, Katniss. You want my fucking cock, don't you? Don't you baby?" I can only whimper a weak yes.

"Then come for me. You don't get my dick inside you until you fucking come all over the place." God I never thought I would be one for dirty talk but Peeta Mellark, the perfect golden boy, quickly discovered the secret to making me wet in seconds and it was with that talented tongue of his (in more ways than one) that he could turn me into a quivering mess. I feel myself rising higher and higher and his hand pushes deeper inside me. His pinky finger prods my other hole and pushes into me and I jerk forward, feeling myself fall. I know I've made a mess by the satisfied groan that he releases behind me.

"Fuck," he whispers as he pulls on my hair, turning my head so he can kiss me. "God you're perfect."

"Fuck me Peeta," I whine. "I need you inside me."

"You want my cock inside that drenched pussy of yours, don't you," he growls as he reaches into his jeans and pulls his hardness out. I grow wetter just at the sight of it.

"Mmm, not yet baby. You want this, you'll have to earn it. Come over here and earn it, Katniss." I shiver at his tone. Peeta has a domineering side in the bedroom and I find it sexy as hell. He takes control and sometimes loses himself in the moment before he can catch himself. I absolutely love when he gets like this. He's wild and uninhibited and so commanding. I lower to my knees and watch him stroke himself for a moment.

"Take your dress off, Katniss." I obey and slide it over my head and his eyes lock on my bouncing breasts. For good measure, I bring my hands up to grope them and my thumbs linger over my nipples. He shoves his pants down around his ankles and steps out of them and continues to stroke himself. My eyes locked on his, I crawl on my hands and knees and lean up in front of him. My hands cover his and he watches me with hooded eyes. I open my mouth as wide as it can go and take as much of him as I can. His hands drop to his sides and he throws his head back and moans.

"Katniss…fucking hell, your mouth feels so good." I lick and suck and pump him with my hand, coating him completely in my saliva. His grunts and groans spur me on and I take him all the way in, my mouth completely covering him and he gasps as his hands press against my head, holding me down until I can't breathe. When I start to gag, he releases me and I gasp for breath as I continue my strokes.

"Oh my god, Katniss, holy shit baby!" I grip his thighs, digging my nails into his skin, and allow him to thrust against my throat. He cries out a warning and I feel his hot seed all over my tongue. I swallow as much as I can but I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and he pulls me to my feet and pushes me against the table. I don't have time to utter a word before he thrusts into me and I stand up on my tiptoes as the sensations quickly become too much. He leans into me, pushing his full weight against me, and pins my wrists to the table. I already feel close to another climax and I moan against the table.

"Yes baby, you going to come again?"

"God Peeta, yes. Please…I need more." He then does the opposite. He pulls out and slaps my center with his head. I jerk forward and gasp as I feel him press against my other entrance. He spreads my ass wide with his hands and I feel complete resistance there.

"Peeta, don't-"

"Relax baby, just relax." But he continues to push forward and I try to sit up.

"No Peeta, please!"

"Katniss, honey, just relax. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." I only relax at the sound of his gentle voice, letting me know he is in complete control of his own emotions. So I do my best to relax and true to his word, he doesn't try to enter me but instead, teases me with his cock. He pushes his finger into my hole and lines his cock up with my center, sliding into me with ease. I'm so full of him and I still can't get enough. His groans increase and I know he is close.

"Where do you want me to finish, Katniss?"

"Inside me, Peeta. Come inside me." With a deep moan, I feel his warmth dripping down my legs and I collapse forward onto the table. I feel his lips on my cheek and he picks me up and carries me to our room.

I'm not sure how but we go on for hours. I allow him to tie me to the bed and he even covers my eyes with his tie and his dominant side once again comes out to play. But when we are finished, he gathers me to his chest and kisses me gently, stroking my hair back and whispering how much he loves me. It's like two completely different sides of Peeta and I find myself wondering if this side was always there or is it just because of the hijacking. Who knew that the gentle baker's son could have such a mouth on him? As we cuddle on top of the sheets, still trying to catch our breath, Peeta's lips warm my neck.

"Do you think that was alright? With the baby, I mean?"

"Kind of late to be asking that, don't you think," I tease. His hand freezes on my arm and he leans up.

"Katniss, why didn't you tell me to stop? Did we hurt-"

"Peeta, no it's ok. You didn't hurt me or the baby. We're both fine. We can still have sex without harming the baby."

"Maybe we should stick to…you know, regular vanilla sex until the baby comes. I'm just afraid…when I get too rough…"

"I like it," I tell him firmly. "I like when you get so domineering. You're sexy as hell." He grins but then it fades.

"Katniss I just don't want to do anything to risk-"

"You won't. I told you, it's perfectly safe. Stop worrying so much. That's my job."

"You're being the most perfect vessel for the most perfect gift in the world. Leave the worrying to me." He kisses my forehead and pulls me down to the pillow next to him. His arms wrap around me but I notice his hand edging lower so it is barely resting on my stomach. Smiling, I turn over so my back is pressed against his chest and I wrap his arms around me. His hands rest on my belly and mine rest on top of his. He breathes against my neck and lets out a little sigh.

"Katniss, sometimes I wake up and think that I am back in the Capitol again." I freeze and try to turn over to look at him but he holds me tight and leans up to kiss my cheek.

"No, I didn't mean to startle you. It's just…sometimes I don't want to allow myself to be so happy because…I'm sure it's all a dream. A fantastic dream and when I wake up, I'll be back in the Capitol. Or in my bed in Victor's Village, pining for the girl next door. I sometimes can't believe that everything has happened and how much has changed. You have to know, though, I don't regret a single thing." Well, I certainly do. I regret a lot of things but I don't tell him that. Instead, I press his hands against my belly and push back against him, getting comfortable in the feel of the warm blankets and his warm body.

"Katniss," he whispers. "I love you so much. I will never stop loving you."

"I love you too, Peeta," I respond tiredly. He kisses my cheek and rests behind me, his fingers making gentle patterns over my stomach.