Really Real, 7

/This A/N has been deleted because it's embarrassing:P/

The bombs in 13 don't stop for days. They would all be dead if I didn't say something. Peeta would be dead.

We stay hidden somewhere between 12 and 13 turning this time, we can't very well just land the hovercraft in bombing 13 and casually walk into the safe spot. So, we remain in our spot until further notice.

We thankfully have a lot of food on the hovercraft, all kinds of stuff really, so we mostly just wait. I'm very worried about Scarlet. That is what I decided to name her. I hope Peeta likes it. He can pick out the middle name. But I was tired of calling her the baby.

Anyway, I haven't felt anything related to a kick. I want her to wait until Peeta is here, so we can experience it together, but at the same time I want to know that she is okay. They didn't bring pregnancy medical stuff, they figured we would be in 13 by now. She has to be okay. She is okay. I tell myself this often.

I mean, sometimes babies don't kick for a very long time. I guess I'm just worried because of all that has happened.

We are on day three of being in the middle of no where. They said we might can go today. I hope so. I can't wait to see Peeta. If I wasn't five months pregnant I would run to him and hug him. But I can't really do that. I can't do much of anything.

"We got word from Thirteen, we are leaving today," Gale tells me. I smile. Finally. In a few hours I will get to see Peeta.

/S/C/A/R/L/E/T/
Peeta P.O.V.

We are finally able to go outside again and it is awful. There are a few bodies, people who didn't make it to the bunkers. It makes me sick.

Katniss is coming back today. I feel like jumping up and down, but I am forced to keep a somber face as we try to identify the bodies. I don't know why I am doing this. I couldn't even identify my brothers and father when we went to District 12.
A few minutes after we finish, I hear the hum of a hovercraft. We look up to the sky and there it is. The hovercraft that has Katniss in it.

We all wait patiently, or at least they do, as the hovercraft slowly lands on the grass. A few minutes later the door slowly opens.

And there she is. My Katniss. She has a few bruises here and there, but other then that she looks fine. Her long brown hair moves around her shoulders as she holds her stomach.
Because she's pregnant.
It becomes a reality now. I don't have too much time to think about it, as she spots me and smiles so perfect. I go up to her and gently help her down the hovercraft. Then we really look at each other. I pull her into my arms. "I missed you so much," I whisper, tears pricking my eyes. "I missed you too," Katniss whispers back, gripping me tighter.

I feel a soft kick between us. I look at her and she grins. "She's never done that before. I guess she was waiting for her daddy." Her daddy. I'm her daddy. I look at her stomach then to her again, she's still smiling. I smile back and kiss her.

The last kiss we shared was in the Quarter Quell. When she promised she'd see me at midnight. I don't blame her for that of course. I could never.

After a very long while, we pull away, foreheads resting together.
"I love you," she breaths. I look straight into her eyes and smile. "I love you too, Katniss."