A/N: Really quick-I apologize for the chapter title...I can't help it...this song is amazing...and fits this chapter very well (: For full effect-I suggest putting it on replay. If you don't have it yet,look it up on YouTube!

Peeta and I amazingly managed to sleep pretty well,until about 6 am,when I woke him up getting hit by a sudden wave of Morning Sickness. After that we spent the morning on the couch,me with my head in his lap,until we had to go train. At least the nausea subsided about halfway through,and I could get something accomplished...and hang Seneca Crane for the Gamemakers.

Back upstairs,Haymitch forced some food into me and Peeta and I spent the rest of the night just talking. We both knew we weren't going to get any sleep anyway. He started telling me that there was no way he was leaving my side the entire time,and I argued that he had to do what he had to do in able to survive.

"Kat...we both have to find a way out of there alive. Whether anyone decides to help us or not,we have to get out." Peeta said,putting his hand on my stomach. He's been doing that a lot,and I've grown to love it,I just feel safe...protected when he does. "Besides,I've got a family to protect now." he whispered and smiled down at his hand.

All day I'd been feeling something; well,someone; moving around. I hadn't said anything to anyone,not even Peeta, and decided that now would be the perfect time. I slowly lifted his hand off my stomach and he looked at me and frowned,which turned into a smile when I put it back down in a new spot.

A few seconds later he stared giggling. "Did I just get kicked?"

I smiled and nodded. Peeta leaned in and kissed me. When he pulled back I yawned and put my head in his shoulder. We sat in silence for the longest time before I looked up at him again.

"Peeta...what are we going to do? In the arena,I mean. If things keep going the way they are..."

He thought about it for a minute.

"I'll look after you Katniss... Haymitch too."

"I know you will...but-" Peeta cut me off with another kiss.

"Don't worry about it. Just trust me." He wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear, "Nobody is going to hurt you. Or the baby. Not as long as I'm alive,and I promise you,I'm going to keep us all alive. All 3 of us are coming out of there."

"But how do you know that? Snow is going to kill everyone off if they let both of us win again." My voice quieted to the point I wasn't sure he would be able to hear.

"Don't worry,Kat. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Until then,worry about the here and now." He moved one of his hands back down to my stomach. "You just take care of our baby."

At around 3 in the morning,Haymitch walked out of his room and sat across from us. Peeta and I had been in the same spot for hours now,and since about midnight,he'd just been running his hand up and down my back.

"What are you two still doing up?" Haymitch grumbled.

"Can't sleep...don't want to." I mumbled back.

"Sounds like you want to,sweetheart. It'd probably be a good idea. You're pregnant,and there's no way you're getting as much sleep as you should be in the arena."

"The nightmares,Haymitch...they're worse then usual..."

"You're got Peeta,don't you? Go and get some rest,both of you."

Peeta looked down at me,waiting for an answer. I yawned again and nodded slightly. Peeta laughed quietly and helped me up.

"Night,Haymitch." Peeta whispered as we walked past and back to his room.

He tucked me in and climbed in on the other side,wrapping his arms around me and kissing my neck.

"I love you,Kat." He whispered.

"I love you too,Peeta..." I mumbled back.