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My soul is crushed from Haymitch's words. Even though it's all trying to sink in, I refuse to let it. I take in a deep breath. "Are you sure?" "Sweetheart, we just don't know." I feel myself collapse into Haymitch's arms, he strokes my hair in an attempt to comfort me, but at this point nothing can or will comfort me. "Haymitch. What are we going to do? But I do realize that you're right. I don't want him to love the childhood fantasy of me, I want him to love the real me. The one he discovered after the hijacking." "I know. We don't know what we should do, it's a very unusual situation." "Hey Haymitch. If the last thing he remembers is the reaping…that means he doesn't remember all of the tainted memories that Snow made him have right?" "Yeah…Oh.. I see where you're going with this." Haymitch gives me a smile of trust and then exits back to the room to have a talk with Peeta. I touch my hand to the glass and wish I could talk with Peeta as well.

***********************************Peeta POV*********************************

"Haymitch, did you hear all of that?" "What, boy?" "What Katniss was telling me, before you pulled her out of the room." "Yeah." "Are you sure I wasn't asleep. Anything like that?" I don't even attempt to mask the smile painted on my face. "No. But it's time to set you straight." Set me straight? If the idea of Katniss loving me back is not normal, then I don't care if I'm crazy. I walk over to chairs by the archery station and take my seat beside Haymitch. "Oh, Haymitch. If you're going to get me to try archery, you might as well give up now. I think we both clearly saw that Katniss is the gifted one in this station." I look back towards the door where she exited and wish it would open, and I would have the chance to talk to her again, that I have been fantasizing about non-stop.

Haymitch grabs my arm and I try to shake it off, but his grip is strong and determined. "Peeta, do you see these scars?" "Of course I do! We've already been over this I was in a car wreck on the way here. To the capital..." "Do you realize who was in the car with you?" "I saw that Katniss was pretty beat up. Is she going to be okay for the games? Maybe you should find another girl tribute." You idiot! Of course they're not going to pick another girl tribute! Your hopes are too high. Keep your mind on the current task. Keeping Katniss alive. I shake my head and try to focus my thoughts on what Haymitch is saying. "Peeta, I wasn't truthful with you in our first meeting… You have already been in the games." "What? But…Katniss is here too. How is that possible?" "I'm going to bring something by after dinner that will help you with this." "Well, you can't just leave me here after telling me that there has been two victors, in the games I apparently won!" I lose my temper and tackle Haymitch to the ground, I have caught him off guard so I easily pen him down. Wow…I never thought those years in Twelve's wrestling team would actually pay off.

"Where's Katniss? She'll tell me!" I get lost in thoughts of Katniss, of her beauty, of her skills with a bow, her smile that she proudly showed me today, and the thing that is most important to me, her confession of love…for me. Before I come back from my daydreams there are two of those funny looking peacekeepers holding my arms behind my back and escort me to what I think is the direction to my room. You win this time Haymitch.

**********************************Katniss' POV*********************************

I don't remove my hand from the glass that is separating me from my husband. Oh Peeta. Please believe Haymitch…just this one time! As soon as I hear Peeta scream out my name and questioning my location, I have to turn my back to the window. All of this in one day is too much for me to handle, I hold my hand over my mouth so the desperate pleas I want to cry out for Peeta don't all come spilling out. I hear the door open and Haymitch appears, I run over to him and grasp him by the arms. "Haymitch! What did he say? Did you see any of the old him?" It seems that Haymitch doesn't fully want to come to grip with what just happened, he simply gives his head a small shake. I drop his arms and turn away, why can't he have any of those recognition sparks like when I talked to him? "Katniss, I'm taking him a copy of your first Hunger Games tonight." "Can I come and watch it with him?" My voice is very desperate and full of hope, when Haymitch turns to me I feel such happiness of the idea of having one on one time with Peeta, "We don't know if it could trigger that dark part of his mind after what Snow did to him. I don't think it'd be a good idea." I am in denial; all I wanted to do was see my husband and try to make him remember our marriage! Was that too much to ask for? I decide to just walk back to my room without so much as a word of goodbye to Haymitch.

When I reach my room I don't even bother to lay down on the bed despite my exhaustion, besides even if I managed to fall asleep, it'll only be a nightmare filled time. Instead I sit in the chair that is by the window and just stare out it. It's almost sunset. I wonder if Peeta is watching it too. I know it's his favorite time of day. I rub my belly and before I can stop myself I'm having the same kind of one sided conversation that Peeta used to have; without Peeta here I realize I am absolutely going insane of loneliness and this baby inside of me is half Peeta. "Hi baby Peeta. It's mommy…I know you and I both wanted to be with your daddy today. But he's not feeling well, so it'll just be me and you tonight again." Baby Peeta doesn't make the slightest of movements, "I know. I miss him too." When the knock on my door which signals dinner I slump over to the door. It's never as good as Peeta's food…. Do you see what I do for you? I look at my stomach as I shovel in the pathetic excuse for a dinner from the hospital.

I finish my "dinner" and walk around my room for a minute trying to calm the baby boy inside of me, "Peeta!" I rub my stomach in a sad excuse of comforting, I know what he wants and its most definitely not his mommy. "You win."

I give him a small glare and realize I'm just as eager to go see Peeta. I know I caved into the tiny baby inside of me much too easily, but right now I'm also dying to see Peeta so badly that his baby was the best excuse I could think of. So I happily walk down to the hallway that I saw Peeta being escorted to. I peer through a couple of the doors until I finally see one, that is brightly lit with what looks to be a tv. That has to be him! He's probably just now getting to the end of our Hunger Games. I gently knock on the door, Peeta cocks his head when he hears the knock, I can hear his unsteady footsteps approaching the door.

"Hi Peeta." "Hey Katniss." His smile is just as bright and warm as ever, I take a step forward and kiss him on the cheek. "Katniss, do you want to come in? I was just…watching what I think is our first Hunger Games…" I nod and walk into the room, it is almost the exact same as his room from before both games. He takes his seat, I can tell he wants to give me some space, but after today, I want none of that. His arm is draped on the back of the couch and I climb right under his extended arm and snuggle up close to him, after all of the baby's moving in the past couple hours, I had almost forgotten what it felt like to not have my ribcage ache. I knew you'd behave when you were back with your daddy. Peeta starts playing the video; he seems to be questioning everything in it. When the dreaded video of the games finally ends, Peeta looks as if he's staring at the mutts all over again, but this time it's worse.

"Peeta? Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. But if I just got back from the games…why don't I remember any of it?" "Peeta. Those games were years ago…" "Huh? Katniss. What do you mean?" "Peeta, those games were several years ago." I look up and into those blue eyes, I love so much, and I see that same expression of recognition that makes my heart skip a beat. "Katniss, when I'm looking into your eyes…I feel like I can…remember. I feel like I remember living the games, not just seeing them on the screen, but actually living them!" Relief has flooded his face, a little too soon, and I know I can't leave him here thinking he knows everything that has happened so I decide just to spit it out. "But a lot has happened since then." "Katniss, what kind of things have happened? Please help me out here…and why can't I remember anything after the games? Like you said they happened several years ago….why can't I remember everything that has happened in those "several years"?"

His hand traces the cuts covering my face and arms, "Peeta. We were in a car crash…". "If we weren't….on our way to the capital…where were we going?" I take in a deep breath, "It's been a long night Peeta. I think I've said enough for tonight. I'm sure Haymitch is already prepared to kill me." I smile up at him and he returns it with an unsure smile, I press against the couch cushions and I am on eye level with him, I give him a quick peck on the lips. "Peeta. I don't want you to think about your childhood thoughts of me. I want you to think about who I was in the games, how you would see me, if you were capital citizen watching me play those games." "Okay. If that's what you want me to do." I nod happily and I see the first sign of my Peeta, since before the car wreck.

***********************************Peeta's POV*******************************

Okay, Peeta, let the memories of childhood Katniss go. Only think of her as you remember her from the games. It's one of the hardest tasks to do; every time I look into her sparkling grey eyes, or see her beautiful seam hair I think back to the day I first laid eyes on her. I don't dare to even try to see her face differently, no matter what, it will always be the most stunning and gorgeous thing in my life. I never want this night to end, I test my luck and bend back down to Katniss and kiss her on the forehead, she just smiles up at me with that smile that lights up my world, when I'm confused. I fear the moment I'll have to let her go. "Peeta, I meant what I said earlier today." My mind scans for a moment, and I automatically can only hope that she means her comment about how she feels for me. "Peeta, I love you." She presses her lips to mine and I close my eyes to enjoy this moment of pure love, "Katniss, I lov-" She puts her finger to my mouth, "No, Peeta, not tonight. I want you to know that I love you, that's all. I don't want you to say it back until you have the childhood memories of me cleared for at least a day." I nod, silently because right now I would agree to anything that she asks of me.

I flip through the channels trying to find a show me and Katniss would both like, I can hear her breathing even out, I glance down to see her fast asleep. I rub the back of my hand down her cheek and she smiles but stays in her dream world. I turn my attention back to the tv. For a little while it's not long before Katniss begins screaming and turning from side to side. I take her hand in mine, "Katniss! Katniss! Are you okay?" She wakes up with a startle, and buries her face in my shirt, she nods, "Yeah it's okay. I should probably head back to my room." She is shaking from fear, and her eyes are filled with uncertainty.

When she stands up, she almost collapses to the floor if it weren't for me, she could have ended up on the floor alone without anybody to help her. I pick her up with ease and carry her over to the bed. "Stay here Katniss, I'll take the couch." I try to drop her hand onto the mattress. Instead of releasing she holds on with a tighter grip and won't let me move an inch. "Don't leave me." "Always." Why would I choose that word instead of okay? But it brings on stronger feeling for Katniss, and I feel like I remember something with that wordAlways. She gives me a huge smile before pulling me towards the bed, "Katniss? Are you sure?" I look at her questioningly; she gets a stressed expression on her face so I climb in the bed before she completely wakes herself up, in a panic attack. I stay a few feet away from her, the last thing I want to do is ruin any idea of love she has for me. Katniss begins screaming from nightmares again after just a couple seconds; instead of me consoling her she just pulls my arm around her waist, and smiles. "Katniss, I love you." We fall asleep together, and Katniss doesn't wake up at all the rest of the night.

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