A/N: So, I thought about writing a chapter from Peeta's point of view. What do you guys think? Would you like to read a chapter from his point of view? Let me know, and please review. Also, thank you for the reviews so far. Very much appreciated.


I press my cheek to the cold floor once my body is done heaving.

"Katniss! Katniss! What's going on?" Peeta rushes into the bathroom and kneels beside me pulling me into his arms. I shake my head as my stomach turns again.

"I don't know." I say hoarsely my mouth still filled with the vile taste. I curl into a ball in his arms trying to block out the nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"It couldn't have been the food, or I would've gotten sick." I nod and try to sit up. I rest my head back against the counter. I run my hands over my face taking deep breathes. What is going on with me? I think to myself. I wouldn't dare let myself hope I was pregnant. I didn't want to end up disappointed, and I wasn't about to see Peeta disappointed.

"I don't know. Maybe it's the flu?" I say trying to sound convincing but the thought that I could be pregnant tugs in the back of my mind. I couldn't be that lucky, could I? As the thought hits me I feel myself start shaking slightly. What if I'm pregnant? The idea terrifies me, yet brings on a sense of joy. I close my eyes taking deep breaths. What if?

"Katniss, are you okay?" Peeta asks and pulls me into his arms. I give a slight shake of my head before I feel the sickness rising up in me again. I jump up my eyes snapping open and I bend over the toilet heaving, whatever acid sits in my stomach. There was nothing let to get rid of.

"I think I need to lay down." I say weakly and Peeta nods in agreement. His strong arms slide under me and he lifts me up. I lay my head against his chest as he carries me to the couch. His hand brushes a strand of hair from my forehead after he lays me on the couch. I'm still slightly shaking with fear, but he assumes I'm cold.

"Here." He says and pulls a blanket off the back of the couch covering me. I snuggle down underneath it trying to calm myself. He sits down next to me his hand soothingly brushing hair from my forehead. I curl up in a tight ball and allow myself to drift into sleep.

I lay with my head in Peeta's lap in the meadow, my stomach swollen like a balloon. Peeta plays dandelions in my hair making a crown of them around my head. I let out a sigh of happiness. Peeta's hand goes to my stomach and I can feel it kick.

"In just a few weeks, we'll get to meet our baby girl." Peeta looks down at me his eyes glistening with complete happiness.

"I can't wait." I say softly my hands moving to cradle my stomach. I close my eyes smiling letting the sense of happiness wash over me. Peeta leans down and places a soft familiar kiss on my forehead.

"You're going to be an excellent mother." Suddenly I'm not in the meadow anymore but on the beach in the arena. Pretending to be pregnant. As I lay down I watch Johanna's frame twitch and spasm until she's become the mutts from the games.

"Run, Peeta!" I scream jolting up right. I try to dive between him in the mutt but I'm too late. The mutts teeth clamp down on Peeta tearing him part just as Cato had died. "No! Peeta!" I scream desperately sobs wracking my body. I look down to see my swollen stomach still in place. "Peeta! Come back to me! Please! I can't do this without you! I need you!" I continue yelling, praying this is a nightmare.

"Thought you'd get to have a family and be happy?" I turn to find Snow standing behind me. Suddenly the baby isn't in my stomach anymore but in Snow's hands. I watch as he tosses it to the mutt.

I sit up quickly a sheen of sweat covering my forehead. I frantically search for Peeta to find him asleep next to me. I must not have been yelling. I shake him awake desperately needing his arms, and needs to know he's okay.

"Peeta!" I yell and he wakes up his eyes wide with alarm. He looks at my state and pulls me into his arms holding me close. I open my mouth to speak but instead I find myself sobbing.

"You were dead. He killed our baby. Peeta..." I choke out the words between sobs. Peeta pulls away slightly and cups my face making me look at him.

"Look at me Katniss. I'm okay, and we don't even have a baby yet." I nod trying to calm myself down, the dream was an all too perfect show of my fears. I'm finally happy, and I didn't believe it could last.

"I'm terrified Peeta. I'm terrified I'm going to lose you, and I'm terrified that when we have a baby I'll fail to protect him or her just as I did Prim." Peeta shakes his head pulling me back into his arms.

"Katniss, nothing it going to happen. I promise." He mumbles soothing things, with his lips against my hair. I feel myself relaxing and I nod. Once I'm calm and the nightmare images have been pulled from my mind he looks at me seriously.

"Do you think it was morning sickness?" My eyes meet his blue eyes which are light up and full of hope.

"I'll admit the thought crossed my mind, but I'm not sure." I say quietly. I couldn't bare to see him get his hopes up and then be disappointed. I just couldn't. I lean into him placing a kiss on his jawline. He smiles in response.

"Katniss, you should lay down. Do you want me to schedule a doctor's appointment for you?" He asks and I can tell it was all he could do to not jump with excitement. I give a weak nod in defeat. I couldn't try to keep it from Peeta. We knew each other to well to be able to keep anything from each other. That was for sure.

I close my eyes and drift back to sleep. This time it's a good dream though, a dream of Peeta and I's wedding.

"You look beautiful." Annie whispered placing a single dandelion in my hair. I fixed the pearl around my neck refusing to ever go a day without it.

"Thank you." I said a smile lighting up my face. I would've work a dress Cinna had made, if the dresses didn't have a bad meaning behind them. They were made for the Capitol's Peeta and Katniss, not the real Peeta and Katniss. Not the real us. I turned when the door opened to see Haymitch as sober as he had been in thirteen dressed in a black tux.

"Well, don't you look beautiful, sweetheart." He had said giving me a genuine smile. I returned the smile. "Shall, we?" He asked holing his arm out. I nodded and linked my arm with his. He was the closest thing to a dad I had so I had asked him to walk me down the aisle.

I wake up the feeling of complete happiness the dream had created disappearing when I hear Peeta on the phone with his doctor.

"I don't know. I'm just so afraid of -" He was cut off and I keep my eyes shut so he doesn't become aware that I'm listening.

"What if I lose control though? And even Katniss's singing can't bring me back?" I was able to put the pieces together easily. He was trying to get advice on how to handle the pregnant. I hold in a sigh wanting to go up there and assure him everything would be okay just as he had done for me earlier.

"I know that she would never hurt our baby, but the Capitol me doesn't." I could hear the distress in his voice and I frown slightly. The use of the words our and baby together sends butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I wonder idly if he had called to make me a doctor's appointment.

"If I were to hurt her..." He trails off and the pain palpable in his voice. I couldn't listen to this anymore. I couldn't stand to listen to him so afraid. It was my turn to comfort him. I stretch and yawn loudly to get his attention. "Katniss is awake, can I call back later?" There's a pause. "Alright. Bye." I hear him hang up the phone and he walks down to me.

"How do you feel? I made you an appointment for next Wednesday at noon." He gives me a smile, which to anyone would appear completely real, but to me I can see the faults in his smile that tell me he's faking it.

"Peeta, you don't have to be afraid. I promise you, everything will be okay. If you have an episode we'll deal with it like we always have. Together. You're not going through this alone. Ever. I'll always be at your side." I say and his smile breaks. He drops his head into his hands. I sit up and crawl into his lap.

"Katniss, I felt myself slipping when you were asleep." He says and look at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. "I'm so afraid this pregnancy could get you hurt. At my hands." He looks at his hands in disgust. "I've wanted this for so long." He looks at me now. "That first day of school when you sung, I knew I'd never want anyone else. And as we grew older, and we went through the games. I wanted more than just you. I needed you, but I also wanted a family with you. And now I have it, everything I've ever wanted and needed, and the Capitol may be gone but it's still there threatening to ruin it."

"Shh, Peeta. I promise we'll get through this. It's not going to be ruined. You have me, I'm never going anymore. I'm never leaving you. No matter what. I promise. If you do have an episode, we'll get through it. We always do." He gives me the slightest hint of a smile and crashes his lips to mine, causing that stirring feeling in my chest.

"God, I love you. Please remember that. Don't listen to a work I say when I slip away, I don't mean it. I love you, Katniss. I love you so much. Always." His words make me smile.

"I love you too. Always will." I say and he relaxes smiling. We spend the rest of the day on the couch with me going in and out of sleep. I was amazed at how tired I was. I wake up to a loud smash, like glass breaking. My eyes flit to the clock to find it's 3 a.m. Peeta was no longer next to me on the couch.

"Peeta?" I say gently. I get up and walk to the kitchen to find a coffee mug shattered on the floor as he grips the counter like it's a life line. I say his name again. "Peeta." He looks my way then away quickly. I walk up to him careful not to set him off and place a hand gently on his arm. His muscle's tighten in reaction to my touch.

"Katniss. Go." Peeta pants fighting his inner demons. I shake my head and do what I've always done. Sing.

"Are you, are you coming to the tree? Where I told you to run so we'd both be free. Strange things did happen here no stranger would it seem if we met up at midnight in the hanging tree." I feel his muscle relax just a little under my hand and continue, slowly it works until he release the counter. He collapses into a chair and I start cleaning up the shard of glass.

"Mutt!" I hear Peeta yell. Oh no. I think and turn to see him running out of the house. This must be a bad episode.

"Peeta!" I yell and stand up running after him. I watch as he enters Haymitch's house slamming the door behind him. I quickly dash back into the house wrapping my arms around myself. I could feel tears pricking in my eyes. I dial Haymitch's number and he picks up on the second ring.

"Well, sweetheart. This is a bad one. He passed out on my couch about the second he walked in. Looks like you'll be sleeping alone tonight. I'll see if I can wake him and talk to him until he's calm." I close my eyes and run my hands over my face. "Thank you." I murmur and hang up. I slide down the wall staring into space, trying to figure out what had set this off.