Hello my wonderful readers! This is chapter two! Haha Hope you like it!

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The rest of the morning can more or less be described as a blur. Peeta has to be at work at the bakery pretty early, and we woke up latish anyway, (for once) so he has to get up and leave almost immediately. However, he makes it a point to promise to be home early so we can um, "start trying." I smile and say ok after I kiss him goodbye, but I can't help but feel out of place after he says that. It's not like I feel awkward about making love to him, I mean, we're married and have been for a number of years now, but ugh I don't know, I've never been good with this kind of stuff.

I think about trying to somehow prepare myself for what's to come, but that just seems silly, so I do what Katniss (me) always does, escape to the woods; bow in hand, arrows on back, game bag over shoulder. Walking through the woods is the only thing that has been comprehendible all day. The trees, the sun, the mockingjays singing, it's so wonderful that by the time I've shot a large turkey and a squirrel, I decide to sit down and just relax. I lean against the smooth trunk of a large willow. (A rear but pleasant find in these woods.) I'm close to the lake, so the gentle sound of the water lapping against the shore is within my hearing range. The sun is in that perfect spot where it gives you just enough rays to be comfortably warm, but not hot. How perfect this is I think. I close my eyes and smile widely. Here it is safe, here it is sound. That's the last thought in my head as I drift off.

When I wake, I feel exceedingly rested, and that "out of place" feeling from earlier, about trying for the baby tonight; it's gone. Now all I want to do is get home to Peeta, tell him that this is going to be great, that it will all be ok and go perfectly. But I guess he knew that all along.

The sun is almost down by the time I get back. Peeta will be home soon. In a rush of excitement, I skin and cook my turkey in record time, and set two places at the table for Peeta and I put the squirrel away for later. I'm just about to pour myself some water when Peeta walks in. He's back twenty minutes early as he promised. I half walk half run to him as he closes the door behind him. He catches me in his arms and rocks me back and forth, holding my weight effortlessly. I think about how much I've missed seeing his face today. For a brief moment, I'm reminded of when my father would come home from the mines at the end of the day. I would jump into his arms and hug him with all my might. I remember when my mother, Prim and I were waiting for him to come up from those mines after the explosion. I promised myself that when he did, I'd jump into his arms just like I always did, and he would catch me just like he always did. I remember how, as we walked away after we knew the inevitable truth of what had happened to him, I realized I would never be able to jump into his arms again, and he would never be able catch me. As I unbury my head from Peeta's shoulder, I'm slightly aware of a tear rolling down the side of my face. As he wipes it away with his thumb, I smile sheepishly. I expect him to ask why I'm crying, but he just kisses me on the forehead, then on the nose, and finally on the lips. He lingers there the longest. I swear, it's like he knew what I was thinking about, and this is his way of showing me it's alright. I reads me…just like my father did.

"I love you, Peeta."

"I love you Katniss."

He lets me down and I take him by the hand into the kitchen where our dinner awaits. He adds some cheese buns to the meal and we both sit down together.

"How was your day today?" He asks me with a smile.

"Well, it was really good actually; the woods were so nice today, and I managed to get a nice nap in. What about you? How was work?"

"It was nice, but I thought about you most of the time. I was thinking about how perfect tonight will be." I smile in response. I can tell how happy he is. I know he is holding back. Inside, I can see him just wanting to scream, "WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A BABY!" I laugh out loud a little. "What's so funny?" He is laughing a little now too.

"Haha nothing, this is just so serial ya know? I mean, we are going to have a baby."

"Haha, yeah, I know what you mean, it's cool hu?" He laughs; even he knows he usually sounds more "sophisticated" than that. But I have to agree. Right now, having a baby with Peeta, sounds pretty cool to me.

Ok, still short I know! Haha but more to come soon! I have some GREAT ideas now! Yayyyyy! As always, review and stuff Love ya!