Hey Everyone, I'm back with Chapter 2. Thanks for the responses on Chapter 1, so I feel like you get chapter 2. When you read this, you may wonder how I know so much about ultrasounds. Well, I've had one before because they were making sure I didn't need my appendix out or whatever. I've never been pregnant… EVER. But I did see the gender ultrasound DVD of my 8th grade science teacher. So don't assume, enjoy the chapter. R&R Plzzzz!

Chapter 2

I am on my back in the meadow that I know so well. The grasses wave around my face, dandelion seeds litter the air. The sky is clear, except for the midday sun and a few wispy clouds which are being pushed by the wind. My hands rest on top of my slightly bulging stomach.

It's been five and a half months since I discovered that I was pregnant. Since then, everything has been pretty normal in my house. Every morning, I awake at 7:30AM, and Peeta wakes up shortly after. Then while Peeta showers, I go wake Rosy and help her get ready. By the time that's done, Peeta is dressed and downstairs making breakfast, while I shower. After everyone is downstairs we all enjoy a hearty breakfast together. After that, Peeta leaves to go open up the bakery down the street, and I drop Rosy at Annie's house so she can spend the morning with Blake, and I can get some housework done. Around noon, I go retrieve Rosy and take her to the bakery to spend the afternoon frosting cookies and baking bread with Peeta, and I go spend time shopping or running other errands. Around 6o'clock, I am helping close down the bakery, and we all go home together for dinner. It's pretty much a pattern in our house, although the events during the time frame aren't always the same.

"Mother?" I hear Rosy's voice ring out. I sit up slowly, and see my daughter running towards me.

"What's wrong Rosy?" I ask worriedly.

"Nothing's wrong," she laughs. "I was just wondering if that was you!" I can't help but chuckle. Rosy gets down on her knees beside me, her dress covering her legs. She plucks a white dandelion from the grass and observes it.

"Did you know that if you blow on a white dandelion and all the seeds come off that you can make a wish?" I ask her, picking one of my own. Rosy's eyes widen in excitement.

"Really?" she asks. "I didn't know that!" then she begins to blow desperately at the weed. I laugh as only a few seeds catch the wind. Rosy pouts and sighs disappointedly, but then picks another and continues to try. While she does this, I twirl my dandelion between my fingers and all of the seeds fly into the air. I smile at the little dandelion stump.

"Hey!" Rosy complains. "That's not fair… you can't do that!" I smile over at her.

"There's no other way to do it, sweetheart," I tell her. Rosy's eyes get bigger and bigger as I explain the secret. When I finish, she promptly plucks a dandelion and begins to twirl it between her palms.

"No, Rosy you have to use your fingers," I correct her. She nods, and twirls it between her fingers, and almost like magic all of the seeds fly into the air. I watch as she squeezes her eyes shut, and then they shoot open.

"What did you wish for, Rosy?" I ask.

"I can't tell you!" she replies angrily.

"Well, why not?" I ask.

"Because if I tell you then it won't come true!" she exclaims.

"Well, dandelion wishes are different. So few people know the secret, that barely any wishes are made. So you can tell me, and it still might come true," I explain.

"Really?" she asks suspiciously.

"Cross my heart and hope to die…" I say with a smile.

"I wished for a baby brother, with big gray eyes and pretty blonde hair. And I want to be the best big sister ever!" Rosy says with an ear to ear grin.

"You know that wishes don't really come true, right?" Peeta tells me after I explain Rosy's wish.

"You don't know that!" I exclaim. "I have a gender ultrasound in an hour, and remember the dreams and such?" Peeta kisses me and I calm down a bit.

"That could be a simple coincidence," he says. "Just go, find out the gender, and boy or girl, I'm sure Rosy will be happy." I nod, knowing what Peeta is getting at.

The truth is; I have a feeling that Rosy's wish just might come true.

"When it comes to determining the gender of children, we look for specific signs, whether it's lots of activity within the womb, or very little activity," Dr. Thorn explains. "Boys tend to love kicking around and other things, whilst girls are quiet, with the occasional kick or so. Since you are almost done with the second trimester, we are able to check potential gender, now has this baby been active at all?"

"It's been pretty quiet. But when it moves, there is a lot of activity," I reply. Dr. Thorn nods slowly, his hand on his chin.

"Well, that could be either then… I should go get the ultrasound and we can go from there, does that sound okay?" I nod to his request and he leaves the room.

When he returns with the large machine I am placed on the cot in the room with my back upright so that I can see the screen. Dr. Thorn promptly begins putting warm blue gel on my stomach. It tickles, and I try to hold back my urge to laugh. As soon as he is done, he puts the ultra sound plate on my stomach and a picture appears on the screen.

"There it is Mrs. Mellark," Dr. Thorn says, pointing at the tiny legs on screen.

"What about gender?" I ask quickly. Dr. Thorn slowly moves the plate down my stomach and searches for a sign of the child's gender. He draws something on the screen and types, leg, before continuing to search. Then he moves it to reveal an apparent body. I hold my breath as he finds what he's looking for, and types, it's a boy on the screen. I gasp…

It's A Boy…

Rosy's words replay in my head, I wished for a baby brother with big gray eyes and pretty blonde hair. And I want to be the best big sister ever!

A Boy… I'm having a boy…

I'm in a daze as I walk into the bakery. It's almost miraculous that I don't bump into a wall. I take notice of Peeta pulling a few loaves of bread from the oven. Rosy is watching intently at his skill to pull more than two loaves at once.

"Momma, did you see what papa did?" she cries as soon as she notices my presence. I nod with a laugh and kneel down to her level. She is covered in a brown powdery substance.

"I'm assuming you two made chocolate cake today?" I ask. Peeta nods.

"We did, and Rosy was a big help. She even put money in the register when the customer came to retrieve the cake," he says. I smile. "So enough about us, how was your appointment with Dr. Thorn?" Peeta asks.

"Oh, my appointment, It's a boy. Surprisingly enough."

"Yay!" Rosy squeals. She dances around behind the counter. "I'm gonna have a brother, I'm gonna have a brother!" she sings. Peeta smiles at his daughter.

"Rosy, go clean up please," he tells her. Rosy nods happily and runs into the bathroom to clean herself up.

"This is going too far Katniss," Peeta says sternly.

"What is going too far?" I ask.

"This thing with Rosy… first the dreams, the pregnancy, and her wish… we need to contact Haymitch about this," he says.

"What's Haymitch going to do for us? He's drunken 7/8ths of the time! He can't even see straight let alone giving advice on how to handle our daughter's behaviors!" I cry.

"He ran out of liquor last week, the train doesn't come in for another few days. We have time!" Peeta says. I sigh as Rosy walks out of the bathroom.

"Did you use soap?" I ask.

"Yes momma, I used lots of soap!" Rosy says happily. Peeta laughs, but I can see in his eyes that he is truly worried.

I awake in the forest that Gale and I used to hunt in. There is no fire, everything is green and lush. I look down at my body, I am wearing my pajamas. I have no idea what is happening, where I am, or who's around. I get up and look around; I see the leaves rustle… probably just a squirrel or rabbit. I breathe a sigh of relief and begin to take a step, crunching a twig as I do so. Before I know what's happening, I'm backed against a tree, a rusty knife to my throat. I can't see the figure that is holding my swollen stomach to the tree, all I know is that he is wearing gloves.

"Who are you?" he hisses. "And what are you doing in my forest?" I cannot respond because if I do, the knife will slit my throat. "Answer me!" he cries out. "Or I will jab you and your child!"

"Katniss Mellark!" I cry out trying to avoid the knife. The gloved hand releases me, and steps away.

"Catnip?" the voice asks. "Is that you?" I suddenly recognize this voice, as if it hadn't been 12 years.

"Gale?" I stammer. I hear the knife fall into the dirt with a crunch.

"Is this real?" he asks. "I haven't seen you in… 12 years!" I don't know how to respond to this… I don't know if this is a dream or reality…

"Katniss, Katniss?" I hear another voice call out.

I awake again, to Peeta clutching my shoulders.

"Katniss! Are you okay?" he asks frantically. I nod, still a daze. "I heard you muttering something… but it was inaudible! Did you have a nightmare or something?" I shake my head, leaning it on his shoulder.

"I couldn't tell…" I murmur. "I really couldn't tell…"

Aw, Katniss sees Gale in a dream. Haha. Ok, so there you have it, Chapter Two. I'm thinking about the baby being born in Chapter 4 or so, but if you want him born earlier REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! Your input drives me! I have writer's block now… so please, leave your ideas and comments! I need them to keep going! Thanks, R&R plz!