"Peeta, we are going to play a game okay." I tell him gingerly.

"What game, Katniss?" he says as he catches his breath from nearly strangling me to death. His eyes resemble normalcy.

"It's called real or not real. You ask me a question about the memories you have and I will answer them with the truth." I say. Peeta nods his head

"Real or not real, your favorite color is green?" He asks

"Real. And yours is orange, soft orange like a sunset."

We continue the game for nearly four hours until I have to go eat breakfast. He considers even the smallest amount of information for a long time. I grab my tray and my food and sit down at the table reserved for the Hawthorne's, the Everdeens, the O'dair's, and now the Mellarks. Even though there is only one Mellark it still makes me smile to see that Peeta would be eating with me when he was better. I notice Gale as he glances at the little electronic plaque. He gives a small grunt to the names on there.

"How's he anyway?" Gale asks as he bites into the burrito thing that was given for breakfast.

"He's been better." I reply barely picking at my food.

"Has he hurt you yet, or even tried?" He asks staring at me with such an intensity that makes me nervous.

"No," I lied. "He does have flash backs though, he asks questions when they are over."

"What kind of questions?" Gale asked slightly more relaxed, but I know that he can still see right through you if you aren't careful.

"We play a game, Real or Not Real. He asks mostly simple questions. Where is he? How did we find him? What my and his favorite color is? Things like that nothing to terrible." I answer and finish half my wrap; I knew I couldn't eat much more of it because I was going to be sick here soon.

"Okay, do you think it would help if I went to talk to him?" He asks suddenly.

I shake my head. "Not yet, he still thinks that you are trying to steal me away from him. Maybe in a few weeks."

He nods and gets up to leave, before he does, he whispers in my ear. "I am still trying to steal you." I leave the tray there and go back to Peeta's room. He is sleeping so I pull the cot out from the cabinet and a pillow. I lie down and sleep.

I am running through the woods, someone is chasing me. But not with the intention to hurt me but more like we were playing. I climb a tree and then I hear the rustling of leaves as the person follows me. I look and see that it was Gale. He manages to catch up with me and we sit on a branch together. Then he eyes turn all black and blood begins to come from his eyes, nose and mouth. His voice changes from friendly to mean and demented. He punches me in the face. My balance is thrown off. I fall, I see Gale's face turn into Snow's. I scream then I hit the ground blacking out.

I wake up panting and see that Peeta is trying to get out of the restraints so he can come over here. His eyes are the normal blue but they are filled with concern, worry, and love. "Peeta, it's okay it was just a bad dream." I say as I get off the floor, and walk over to him. He touches my hair as a reassuring gesture. "You have dreams about the hunger games, when I was gone, and Snow. How it could have been worse. But when you wake up you know it's okay because everybody is still alive." Peeta holds my hand now. "Real or not real?" My eyes had been studying the floor and my ill-fitting shoes. I look up slowly and say, "Real, I know it's okay when I wake up because you're still alive."

In later days Peeta asks me more about our relationship, I answer him about the first games and how I had liked him and then about the Victory tour and how I began to love him and then he asked me a question that I hadn't thought he would. "We slept in the same bed every night but we never did anything more than sleep, Real or not Real?" I felt a tear slide down my cheek. "Not real, we slept in the same bed every night but during and after the victory tour we did more than sleep." I blushed profusely upon admitting that we had slept together, more than once. "So we had sex?" Peeta asked. I nodded my head shyly. "I thought so, it wasn't shiny like when you tried to kill me in the first arena. Real or Not real?" I smiled at Peeta, he remembered, the long nights and how we would comfort each other, now that we are past that awkward question. "Not real, I risked my life to save you in the first and second arena, multiple times." I stressed the word multiple.

Over the next few weeks I had only ever left Peeta's bedside to go eat and to use the bathroom. We were sitting together on his bed; I managed to persuade the doctors that he was stable enough to take the restraints off of him. He would still have flash backs but they were getting further apart. I was watching Peeta draw when he suddenly stared at my stomach. The bump was bigger but easily disguisable in a large sweater, which I had taken off because I was hot. Then I remembered I was wearing the tightest shirt I owned. "You are pregnant, Real or not real?" Peeta asked.

"Real." I didn't explain.

"It's Gale's baby, Real or Not real?" He asked, there was agitation in his voice.

"Not real, the baby is yours, I was pregnant when we went into the games the second time, I only ever slept with you." I said hoping that would make it clear that the baby was his.

"How many months are we?" He asks.

"I would say just about to hit the three month mark," I smiled. "Trust me you didn't miss much, just me throwing up all the time."

Peeta seemed to consider this information, then without hesitation he grabbed my hand and held it gently. I slowly moved his hand to my belly, he gasped when his hand touched the fabric of my shirt. Ever so gently he began to trace patterns and rub my belly. I could tell that the baby was happy because it moved, only a little, not so much to startle Peeta, but just enough to tell me that it was happy and alive. I was happy too, he had said WE not you but we, showing that he is still in some form of commitment with me and our child.

Gale had been to see Peeta a few times and now they were no longer trying to kill each other but slowly they built an alliance of sorts. I could see it between them whenever Gale would talk to Peeta, I was in the observation area, watching to make sure that nobody died. Delly Cartwright and Prim had been to see Peeta as well. Those three were immediate friends. The doctors were pretty afraid of him so they made sure that I was always in the room when they spoke to him or gave him medicine.

I was about 5 months by now and Peeta and I were discussing names earlier but I had to go eat. "I'll be back soon." I said as I kissed his lips very lightly and gently. Then I left.

"How's it going Catnip? You and lover boy having fun together?" I heard Gale ask as I sat down at the table across from him.

"I'm good and you?" I said into my soup, as I rolled my eyes. I wasn't in the mood for this playful banter.

"Fine. The army needs new recruits; I was thinking that you could join." He says as Prim sits next to me.

"Can't join they won't let me in my condition." I said slurping down another spoonful of soup. Prim is glaring at him I can tell.

"What condition? Mentally Unstable?" He gaffed. "They let me in didn't they? You can totally join."

"No I can't now drop the subject." I said firmly staring at him; I could tell that my eyes would look as though I thought that he was prey. Prim squeezed my hand in a reassuring gesture.

"What condition Catnip?" He asked more forcefully.

I simply removed my sweater mumbling something about being hot. He wouldn't notice until I stood up, but he continued to stare at me. I finished my soup. "Gale would you please walk me back to Peeta's room. I still have things that I need to discuss with you. Bye Prim. You know where I'm at if you need me okay." Prim nodded and Gale got up and made his way to the doors. I held my sweater in front of me until I was walking side by side with Gale. I looked back to see Prim giving me an encouraging smile.

"What'd you want to discuss Katniss?" He said roughly without even looking my way.

"Gale." I stopped. "Gale look at me, what do you see?" I uncomfortably shifted in my shoes.

He looked at my face, his eyes travelled downwards and stopped on my now noticeable stomach. His mouth gaped open. He tried to make words but it didn't happen.

"Gale. I'm pregnant. Remember that interview before the quarter quell when Peeta said that I was pregnant. He wasn't lying." I said as he looked to my face panicked.

Okay you guys I know it's been awhile but I left my laptop at school and I had a four day weekend not to mention I have been slammed with homework. Oh well. Okay so I need more Ideas, please Review. If you have any suggestions will you put them in a review, my computer dosn't like the comment section for some reason. Also if I need to fix anything let me know. Okay. Chapter 3 will be up shortly. Hopefully.