***For those who suggested ideas... you know who you are.

I'm not very open with suggestions because each chapter in this story has been planned out well for a while now… Unless your suggestion is small enough to fit in one part of the chapter and actually follows the plot, I may be able to take them in… maybe.

I am saying this because I got anonymous reviews last time that didn't really fit with the plot of Katniss and Peeta with their twins… yeah, that's all I have to say, thanks for reading Xx

7 Months

Peeta's head was on her stomach. She combed her fingers through his blond curls, and lightly scratched his scalp. His head had been resting on her swollen belly for a few minutes. He could hear strange sounds coming from inside Katniss's stomach. Once in a while, Peeta would snicker. He faced her feet, which were raised up on a footrest. This month had been overall, calm.

Unlike last month, where Peeta seemed shy and awkward starting the morning after Katniss told him her secret. He forgave her fully the following morning, knowing the reason she slept with Gale was because she was awfully depressed after Peeta went missing. He couldn't help but feel guilt, because if he hadn't gone after the mutts in the tunnels, she wouldn't have gotten hurt by Gale. Katniss would comfort him every time he was feeling troubled. She would kiss him softly and curl up at his side, trying to cuddle with him. And if the twins were moving, she would get one of his hands and place it on her belly. She knew that Peeta loved feeling them move. It brought him and their children closer.

"Don't cry," Katniss would murmur, when she saw tears build up in his sapphire eyes. "Please don't." Sometimes, Peeta couldn't help it, and he would let the tears fall freely. Katniss would wipe them away, and then take him in her arms, pressing his head against the hollow part of her neck. "Shhhh." She would hush him, her fingers combing through his gold locks.

Anger would run over him, and sometimes he'd break some plates. He knew he couldn't go after Gale, and this was the only way he could release his anger towards him. Katniss would watch until he was done. He would pant and tremble, covered in sweat, letting small whimpers of effort and sorrow escape his lips.

But about 2 weeks later, he was able to conceal his emotions.

Now, it had been exactly a month. Katniss's birthday was the following morning. Peeta was already 18—his birthday was in March. Katniss had never been too big on birthdays, but on Peeta's birthday, she tried to be as close to him as possible. She woke him up with kisses and was at his side the whole day. She didn't know what to expect tomorrow. Since Peeta grew up working at a bakery, there were endless possibilities.

Katniss felt a lot of sudden stirring.

"Holy crap." Peeta muttered. "It's like they're having their own Hunger Games in there."

Katniss didn't laugh at his comment. In fact, it only made her mad. Her hand stopped moving. Peeta looked up at her. Her cold stare was on him.
"Ugh. I'm sorry. That was a dumb comment. I'm really sorry." He apologized.

Katniss's eyes flitted away. Then they looked back at him. He lifted his head off her stomach and moved so that he was sitting next to her. The windows were wet with the rain. They both gazed at the glass. Katniss looked down at her bump. It was starting to look strange. By that, it meant it was looking too big for it to seem like there was only one baby inside. The size scared her a little. But Katniss's mother kept assuring her, telling her it was normal. Katniss hadn't left the house for a few weeks. She had grown self-conscious of the large bump. She didn't want people eyeing her pregnant belly. Hell, she didn't even want anyone laying an eye or a finger on the twins once they arrived.

"Katniss."

"Mm hm?"
Peeta moved so that he was facing her. "We need names. For real, we need them."
"I'm not in a rush. There's two months left."

"I know. It's just, we haven't spoken seriously about names. Plus, there two babies in there. We need two boy names and two girl names, in case we get two of the same gender. Otherwise, if we get one of each, we'll choose our favorites."

Katniss nodded. "Okay. You go first."

"If they're girls...?"
"Whatever you want."

Peeta snickered. "Pff. Okay. Um…" His lips pursed and puckered. "Well… I don't know, do you want it to be like a flower or something?"
"Sure."
Peeta sighed. "Alright." He bit his lip. "Blossom?"
Katniss wrinkled her nose. "Yuck."

"Nerine."
"That's old. And no. Too many memories associated with it."

"Tawny?"
"Tawny? Why Tawny? Wasn't that the name of that little girl…? From 13?"
"Yeah."
"That's weird. I say no."
"Daisy?"

Katniss shook her head.

"Iris? Petunia? Sky? Holly? Dawn? None of those?"

"No. They sound... well… I don't know. I just don't like any of them." Katniss shrugged. Peeta bit his lip.

"How about you give it a try?"
She shook her head. "I don't know what I want to name them. Just give me more options."
"Well, let's try boy names. Um…" Peeta sighed and stuck out his bottom lip. "River… Ash—"

"Not Ash."
"It's a tree, I didn't mean it as the fire-ash."
"I know, but still."

"How about River?"
Katniss scowled and then groaned. "Can we just not worry about this now? We can wait until they're born."
"Are you sure you want to?"
"Yes. It doesn't really matter if we decide two months from now, but I just don't feel like deciding any names at the moment."
"Okay." Peeta replied. Katniss moved so that her head was resting under his chin. She snuggled closer and Peeta wrapped his arms around her. "It would be nice if it was a boy and a girl."
"I think they're both girls."
"Oh." Peeta looked down at her. "And why both?"
"I had this feeling, back in 13. I had a feeling it was a girl. But now I think there are two."

"You had a feeling? How so?" He asked.
"I don't know, but I just have a feeling… that there's two girls in there."
"I wouldn't mind having a pair of girlies. Hopefully, if they are girls, they look like you."
"They probably will. Because we would be the same gender."
"Well actually, who knows? Not all daughters look like their mothers, and it's the same thing with sons and fathers. But you look more like your dad." Peeta mentioned. "You have his eyes and skin and hair and everything. You have your mother's nose, but other than that you look a lot like you're dad." Katniss nodded.

"I think so too." She said softly. "Prim looks like my mom."

"She does. My brothers used to say I looked like our mother. But it all depends on genetics. They may look like me if they're girls."
Katniss furrowed her brow. "That's weird to imagine."
"It is. Until the babies are born, it won't seem weird anymore."

…

When evening fell, Katniss fell asleep in Peeta's arms. He carried her to the room and accommodated her into the sheets. It was 8 PM, and Peeta wasn't feeling sleepy, so he stayed up.

Katniss slept peacefully- for an hour or so. Around 11:30 PM, a nightmare began to stir in her head.

She was running in a forest at night.

Peeta's voice could be heard in the distance. He was calling for her, desperately. The dark made everything hard to see, so Katniss continued crashing into and tripping over things. She tripped over rocks and logs and crashed into trees and boulders. She got weaker the more and more she fell and collided with something. Wolf and lizard mutts were not far behind. A few of the muttations surrounded her and a lizard mutt crawled quickly towards her, its sharp teeth sinking into her arm as a wolf mutt grabbed onto her leg. She screamed and thrashed, trying to fight them off. A child's screaming echoed through the forest. Two children. The mutts disappeared and left Katniss bloody and weak on the forest floor. The screaming continued. Katniss slowly stood up looking around. The screaming came from far away, and it sounded like the cries belonged to young children. Katniss started to run towards the source of the screaming.

Katniss felt light headed but she continued chasing the screams. The screaming belonged to two blond little boys, about 5 years old. Katniss did not recognize them. They were being surrounded by mutts. Katniss had almost reached them when she was knocked to the ground. She looked up at Gale. Katniss started to wriggle away from him.

"No. No! Please, no!" She begged. The little boys screamed when they saw Katniss get shoved.

"Mommy!" They screamed.

When she heard it, Katniss froze. They were hers. Her little boys. Katniss shoved Gale away from her. "Get off!" Gale punched her in the face and she fell to the ground. She scampered away from him, towards the twins, and the mutts hissed and growled at her.

But how would she rescue them? Where was Peeta? He had been calling for her earlier. He had to come for them. Gale pushed Katniss onto her back and tied a cloth around her mouth. He held her hands behind her back and pulled at her hair, forcing her to look at her twins.

"Look, Katniss." He hissed through gritted teeth. Her eyes opened just to see a mutt lunging at the one of the boys. It attacked him and the other boy screamed. Katniss thrashed in Gale's grasp, crying. She kept screaming as she watched the mutts tear at the young boys, and then she woke.

Her body felt cold with sweat. The room was dark and Peeta wasn't in bed. She eased her breathing and wiped her sweat away. Then her hands went to her stomach. "It's okay." She whispered. The bedroom door was opened slightly, and dim golden light was peeking through the opened door slit. She felt confused to why Peeta wasn't in bed with her. She got out of bed and placed her hand on the corner of the bed headrest. Peeta's robe was hanging off the headrest, so she took it with her and wrapped the thick, fleecy coat around her shivering body.

She opened the door and heard quiet voices. The light was coming from the fireplace downstairs. Katniss peeked her head over the stair railing and saw Peeta and Haymitch speaking with each other. She listened to them.

"I'm excited." Peeta spoke. "Katniss is scared. She never wanted kids. I mean, you should've seen her face the first time they moved. She got terrified."
Katniss walked down the first two steps on the stairs, and then crouched down on the staircase, holding onto the railing. She continued listening to their conversation. Haymitch took a swig of the bottle he had in his hand. And nodded.

"Well she will love them, I can tell you that." Haymitch noted.

"Yeah. She's just scared of losing them, that's all. I am too. But her fear is stronger than mine.

"You're more of an optimist than she is, anyways. Not calling her a pessimist… but… you know. She has trouble seeing the good side of things."
"She is trying to see the good side of having them, though. If we did lose them she would feel ashamed."
"No doubt about it. She'd love those things more than she loves her sister."

Peeta bit his lip. "What makes you think that?"

"People tend to love their kids more than they love their sibling."
"Prim is like her kid though." Peeta started.
"But did she have her? No."

Katniss started to get irritated.

"Change of subject." Peeta told Haymitch. "Can I ask you a question?"
"You just did." He took a mouthful from his bottle.

Peeta scoffed. Then he was serious. "Um… has… Has Katniss ever told you… about… um…?"

Katniss stood up and went down the stairs. She walked up behind Peeta's chair. "About what?" She burst, surprising both of the men. Peeta turned around.

"Hey."

"Why aren't you in bed?" She asked with an edge in her voice. Haymitch snickered at her question. Katniss shot him a stare. Her eyes flitted down at the gold colored bottle in his hand. "Alcohol is not allowed in this house once the twins are born, you understand?" She quickly spat. Then she looked back at her lover.

"I wasn't sleepy." Peeta told her. "I was going to go back up but he came for a visit." She nodded and sighed at his response. Then she sat down next to Peeta on the couch he was sitting on. The robe opened up a bit, revealing her large belly behind her nightgown.

"Did you hear what I said, Haymitch?"

"Yeah. About alcohol and twins, I heard you."
"You better not drink, either." Peeta said.

"But I don't drink."

Peeta rolled his eyes jokingly. "Mm hm…"

"I don't! It was only that one time after the Quarter Quell announcement. I won't drink, I promise. I don't even like it anymore."

Haymitch tilted his head to the side and Katniss saw his eyes looking at her body. "Well you're on a roll, aren't you? That belly's getting pretty big." Katniss quickly covered the bump with the robe, embarrassed. "How many months has it been, sweetheart? Six?"
"Seven." She corrected him.

"Seven!" He laughed. He continued laughing until it got on Katniss's nerves. She stood up.

"Where are you going?" Peeta asked.

"I'm thirsty." Katniss informed him. She headed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. A plate of cheese buns on the counter caught her eye.

"Don't eat the cheese buns, Katniss." Peeta called from the living room, as if he knew she was tempted to eat them.

"I won't." Katniss served herself a glass of milk and sipped from it. Peeta looked back, behind him. He saw Katniss sitting at the table in the kitchen. She was balancing the small cup of milk on the top of her belly. Peeta smiled.

Hope you guys liked this chapter! Sorry updating is slow, but I still have stuff to do in summer… sadly. Also I'm writing 2 stories at the same time… so its juggling here you knooowww