We are six months into the pregnancy and we still do not know what we are having. I can tell Peeta is getting frustrated. I know he wants to work on the nursery but doesn't know what colors to paint.

"Peeta just do neutral colors. You know, yellows and oranges. So that it won't matter if it's a boy or a girl."

"But I want to paint lots of flowers if it's a girl," he protests. "He will hate me if I paint flowers all over his room." I snort and shake my head. As terrified as I still am about having this baby, Peeta has the most interesting fears about when it gets older.

Annie and Johanna want to throw me a baby shower but are hesitant since we still don't know the gender. I decide on neutral colors for anything baby related and Peeta has a whole list of things he wants to bring home. I remember a long time ago when we walked into the store, shopping for things for Cora's and Dane's baby. Now we are walking around, hand in hand, shopping for our baby. And I have to say the glow on Peeta's face right now is unsurpassed. He catches me staring as he picks out a few bibs.

"What?"

"Nothing," I say quickly. He quirks a brow and drops the bibs into the basket. He comes around to me and takes my face in his hands.

"What," he says again.

"I just…love seeing you so happy," I tell him the truth. His eyes shine and he smiles before he gives me a quick kiss.

"And I love you," he whispers in my ear. I bite my lip, feeling a pool of desire forming. I haven't been able to keep my hands off him lately and I know the poor man is tired but I am insatiable. I blame the hormones, as usual. He spots something over my shoulder and lets out a cry of excitement. I roll my eyes.

"Peeta, for the last time, we do not need baby-shaped cookie cutters!"

After we finish our shopping, Peeta helps me take everything inside and we pile it outside the nursery. He has started decorating it but doesn't want me to see it just yet. I'm curious as to what he is doing in there but I honor his wishes and stay away from it. Peeta gives me a quick kiss and tells me he has to go to work. I pout and he laughs as he kisses me again.

"There's a tall order for a wedding cake for District 6. I don't know why they didn't go to my location in 5, but I said I would do it and everyone is on vacation. I'll be there for awhile."

"No one else is helping you?"

"They have been working on it for 2 days and there's just the decorating for me to do. While it cools, I will give the bakery a good cleaning. I'll bring something home for dinner if you like?" I shake my head and ignore my growing desire for my husband as his hands are on my hips and his fingers are making gentle patterns just below my shirt.

"It's ok. I can find something to cook." He nods and kisses my nose.

"I'll see you later then." I huff as the door closes and cross my arms. I feel the baby kick and I glare down at my belly.

"Don't you start that again. Daddy will be home soon."

The first time this happened I nearly had a panic attack. Peeta had just left for work and I felt a swift kick to my bladder. I gasped, my hands flew to my stomach, and I remember trying to claw at my belly to see what was wrong with the baby. Peeta had forgotten his apron and when he came back inside the house, he found me curled up on the floor, crying. He sank to his knees and pulled me into his chest, frantically asking what was wrong. I told him the baby was attacking me and he looked completely baffled. I put his hand on my stomach and he waited until he felt the kick. His eyes widened and filled with tears.

"Katniss," he said with reverence. "She's kicking."

"I know! Make her stop."

"She's not attacking you, love. She's…trying to get your attention."

"She doesn't like it when you leave. Please stay with me. Please." Even to this day, Peeta can deny me nothing. He called into work and we went back to bed. The next time it happened I wasn't so scared and his hand pressed against my belly so he could feel it. Sometimes it's more prominent than other times but she occasionally likes to kick me to remind us of her presence.

I head upstairs to our bedroom and change out of my jeans. At six months pregnant, I have ballooned and I hate it but Peeta nearly cries every time he sees me, saying I am so beautiful. I don't feel beautiful but if Peeta thinks so I guess that's all I really care about. I turn to the side, examining my belly. I swear I am bigger than I was this morning! Annie says I am carrying the baby low so she thinks it is a boy. Johanna and Haymitch both agree with Peeta and think it is a girl. Finn says he doesn't care what it is, he can't wait to meet his little 'cousin'. I grab a nightgown and pull it on but I can't seem to banish the throbbing between my legs. I clench my thighs together and will it to go away but thoughts of Peeta's strong arms holding him up while he thrusts into me keep playing in my mind. My eyes go to the extra apron Peeta keeps around the house and I smirk as an idea starts to enter my mind. I grab the apron, scoop up the spare keys, and practically run to the bakery.

I let myself into the bakery with the spare key and glance around. Peeta must be out front working on the cake. I slip into his office and shed my clothes. I carefully tie the apron in the back and make sure the front covers me. My belly is hard to hide but I pull the apron over me as much as I can. I slip out of the office and peek around the corner. Peeta is still nowhere to be found. I tiptoe over the doors and peer out. The cake is magnificent, sitting on the counter while Peeta sits on the opposite counter reading an awful book called "What to Expect When you're Expecting". Effie brought it to us from some very old archives and I closed it pretty soon after I opened it. I study him for a moment, noting the way his curls fall into his bright eyes, the quirked brow as whatever he is reading surprises or interests him. His teeth chew on his bottom lip and my tongue wets my own lips. I can't wait anymore; I push the door open and he nearly drops the book in surprise.

"Kat-Katniss!" He jumps off the counter and his wide eyes take me in. I stand in front of him in nothing but his old apron and I notice his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"What-umm…you're here," he finishes somewhat lamely and I stifle my laughter.

I walk up to him and my hands slide under his shirt to feel his solid flesh. His eyes flutter closed and I grind up against him, relishing the hiss he releases.

"Katniss," he whines, his hands going to my hips and I jump at the contact. I feel something sticky and I lift his hand from my hip and raise my brow. He shrugs.

"Sorry. Frosting and-oh!" I take his fingers into my mouth and suck. I want him as aroused as I am. His eyes darken to that deep shade of blue that I love to see. His fingers grip my hips as he thrusts against me and I feel how much he wants me. I need his hands on me. I pull his hand down and slide it under the apron. His eyes widen as his fingers find me, find how wet I am.

"I think I've ruined your apron," I tell him quietly as I work the buttons of his jeans. He smirks as he pushes a finger inside me.

"You have no idea what seeing you in that apron is doing to me. That apron that I wore every time you came into the bakery to trade. That apron that I wore as I would long to talk to you, to hear you say my name." He leans close, his lips finding my ear as a second finger joins his first. I gasp and stand up on my toes as he curls his fingers inside of me.

"That apron that I wore the day you came into the bakery and you said hi to me. I couldn't get you out of my thoughts and I was sooooo hard, I had to hide in the closet and take care of myself."

"You, ah! You got hard thinking of me saying hi to you?" He smirks again.

"Well in my mind you were doing a lot more than saying hi." I reach into his jeans and run my palm over his growing bulge. He lets out a low moan and hides his face in my neck as his fingers curl even more. I am seeing stars and I grip his hair tightly. I clench around his fingers and he roughly turns me around. I hear him let out a long groan as his hands palm my cheeks. He kneels behind me and his fingers squeeze at my flesh so tightly I know there will be marks.

"Ah! Peeta!"

"Mmm," is all he can say as his tongue is buried inside me. I am stretched out over the counter and out of the corner of my eye, I can see someone approaching the bakery.

"Shit Peeta, tell me you locked the door!"

"What?" he shoots up next to me, gasps, and pushes me down under the counter.

"Stay down," he hisses as he adjusts his clothes and runs a finger through his hair. He goes to open the door and I grit my teeth as I hear a girlish giggle.

"Daniela, hey."

"Hi Peeta. I was hoping you were still open."

"Um, I'm actually not, I had to close early to work on a cake. Is there something you needed?"

"Oh my new boyfriend is making us dinner and asked me to pick up a loaf of honey wheat bread to go with it. I know you have the best bread in the district."

"Well thanks for that. I think I have a loaf from today's batch. It's not fresh out of the oven but-"

"Oh I'm sure it's heavenly," she gushes. He laughs along with her and I roll my eyes.

"Come on in." My jaw drops as he walks behind the counter and picks out a loaf of bread from the shelf. I want to reach out and kick him, he is making me so angry. He leans against the counter and writes something down.

"Inventory, you know," he explains before he gives her the price. He moves over to the cash register and is standing right in front of me. I notice his buttons are still undone and his bulge is still rather prominent. I smirk as I move up to my knees and grasp him through his jeans. His kneels buckle but he recovers and continues to open the cash register. I pull his cock out of his underwear and take him into my mouth and I swear I hear him moan before he turns it into a cough.

"He-here's your change," he stammers. The bimbo is so busy flirting with him, she doesn't even notice his strange behavior.

"Thanks so much Peeta, I really appreciate it."

"No problem," he says hurriedly. I take him deeper and he grips the counter tightly.

"Well, have a good evening Daniela!"

"Thanks again, Peeta. If you ever need anything…anything at all-" he cries out as my teeth scrape against him and he fights to find his words.

"Th-thanks. I'll…I'll see you later."

"OK," she sounds disappointed and Peeta taps the underside of the counter until she leaves. When I hear the door close, he collapses forward onto the counter.

"Fucking hell, Katniss! You can't…that was a customer!"

"A customer who openly flirts with my husband," I snap as I glare up at him. "Even if I couldn't show her what we were doing, I thought I would remind you who you belong to." I grip him tightly and he bites his lip hard.

"Shit," he groans. "Katniss, I already kno-oh god!" His fingers wind around my hair as he bucks his hips wildly.

"Say it, Peeta," I say as I stroke him hard and fast. "Whom do you belong to?"

"You Katniss," he gasps. "Always, you!"

"Who is the one who makes you feel this way?"

"God! You, Katniss! It's always been you! It will always be you! Fuck!" He jerks forward and I feel wet on my face and neck. He pants heavily, still gripping the counter and he looks down at me. He pulls me to my feet and uses the apron to wipe off my face before he kisses me. It's not hurried but sweet and loving.

"You are the only one who will ever hold my heart," he says softly. "You can remind me who owns me any time you want but I will always know you're my one and only. Ok?" I nod and feel a little foolish for my inappropriate behavior. I stare at the floor and he tilts my chin upwards, his hand moving to caress my face.

"I guess this wasn't such a great idea after all," I murmur, feeling my face heat up.

"Katniss. Any chance to see you wearing as little clothing as possible is a great idea," he says firmly. I look up into his eyes and he smiles.

"Let's go somewhere a little more private." He hurries to lock the door and make sure the sign is turned before he pulls me towards his office and sits in his chair, pulling me on top of him. It's not rushed or possessive and I feel every ounce of love he has for me, pouring into me as he finds his release. He holds me in his arms for a few moments and we refuse to move. When I rise to my feet, I start to pick up my clothes and but he shakes his head. I glance up at him in question and a smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

"You should stay here and be my entertainment while I finish this cake."

"Isn't a distraction a bad thing right now?"

"You're a distraction no matter what you're wearing. So you might as well be wearing nothing." I shake my head and allow him to re-tie the apron in the back. I shiver as his hands trail across my ass and he turns me back to him, pulling me in for a kiss.

"I'm never washing this thing again."

"That's not sanitary," I tease and he gently bites my lower lip.

"You never told me why you came here. Besides the obvious of course." I find his hand and place it on my belly. As if she knows who is near, and I'm sure she does, the baby flutters against his hand. A wide smile crosses his face.

"We missed you," I say softly.

We get home just as the rain hits and Haymitch waves to us from his porch.

"Going to be a big one," he calls to us and we wave as we disappear into the house. Turns out he is right. Claps of thunder make us jump and the lightning lights up all of Victor's Village. I don't think the baby likes the storm because she's practically got her foot shoved into my kidney. Of course it could just be my unease she senses. Peeta's knuckles are white and he flinches every time the thunder cracks.

Halfway through dinner, the power goes out and I hear Peeta gasp. I try to find his hand in the darkness and realize he is sweating.

"Shh shh, Peeta, it's ok. I'm right here. The power's just out, let's light some candles and finish dinner."

"Katniss," he moans beside me and I feel him gripping the table. I jump up and find my way in the darkness. We have a couple of candles in the drawer next to the matches and a few more in the living room. I light as many as I can and set them around us. Peeta is rocking in his chair, his eyes squeezed shut and I kneel in front of him.

"Hey, look at me," I say softly, my hands gripping his face. "We're ok. We're here together. It's just a storm and you're safe with me at home. Ok?" He nods but doesn't let go of my hand. Every time the thunder booms, he gasps and starts muttering "midnight" to himself. We finish dinner and I grab a candle to help us find our way to the bedroom. He takes two in his hands and follows me and I feel my way up the stairs.

"Katniss please be careful," he breathes behind me as we climb up to our bedroom. He sets the candles down on the table beside the bed and goes to close the curtains. The lightning illuminates the room and reveals how pale and sickly he looks. He gasps and his eyes fly to the clock beside the bed.

"Midnight," he says in a strained voice. "Katniss, it's midnight!" I glance at the clock with a frown, then back at Peeta. His eyes widen and he starts shaking and I rush over and take him in my arms.

"It's ok. We're safe, we're home."

"No…no…the arena. The lightning tree-"

"Peeta we're not in the arena anymore. We're in our home in District 12. Remember?"

It's been so long since he has had a flashback and quite honestly, I'm not prepared for it. I hold his arms down but get hit in the process and have to move away. I want to put his hands on my stomach to reassure him, to remind him of all that has happened but I don't want to risk any harm coming to our baby. Several hours later, he slips out of bed and grabs a candle and I hear him closing the door to his studio. I just have to let him work through this on his own. I trust him to come back to me. After all, he always does. His love for me keeps him coming back.