I try to relax against the soft fabric of our couch, but I don't have it in me. Peeta left about an hour ago for the bakery. I wanted to walk with him, but he shot me down saying something about it being quick. I don't like to be alone very often now a days. Anything could happen this late in my pregnancy and I would rather have Peeta home with me.

I wander around the house aimlessly, pacing the kitchen wearing ruts into the floor. I would sit outside, but with the bitter wind, the last thing I need is a cold. I slowly make my way up the stairs and into the nursery. I lean against the doorway of the room that probably never be used after the baby is born. I plan to keep him or her arms reach away at all times, more so because of paranoia then practical reasons. Everyday I think about Snow. I think about how stupid I was for getting pregnant. This is the reason I never wanted children. Someone I love being so innocent ripped away from me. Damn it, I hate that I love this baby so much. I could never distance myself or stop myself from loving this baby. I know that it's dangerous and putting myself at risk if anything were to happen, but I can't deny that I love it. I will do whatever it takes to project our child. I would go to every length of this earth to shelter them from the harsh reality. However, Snow will always have the upper hand in this fight. We have to react fast enough to save ourselves, honestly I don't know if we can do that.

Snow can't murder Peeta and I, but he could kill our baby when it's young enough and say something like it was still born or caught a terrible disease and died. Leave us to deal with the grief of losing our child. That would be worse then dying. Leaving us to deal on own without the thing we fought the most for. It might be dangerous for him then, because we would have nothing to lose, and I have no idea how Peeta would react to that. He would probably kill Snow himself.

I turn on my heel and hustle back down the stairs. I need to get out of this house. I can't stand the quiet and the thoughts in my head.

I find one of Peeta's coats in the closet and wrap it tightly around myself. Even with the coat being three times my size my stomach still pokes out a bit. I slip into my boots and brace myself for the cold.

There is a light dusting of snow covering the ground, so I walk carefully down the path from Victor's Village towards town. Not many people are out which makes it nice considering I don't have to deal with their curious stares and awkward greetings.

I make it to the bakery, where I spot Peeta and his brother Rye at the front counter talking and closing up for the day. I pull the door open and I'm greeted with warmth and the aroma of baking bread.

"What are you doing out in the cold?" Peeta asks removing my coat and hanging it up on the coat rack.

"I was bored," I say flatly and move to drag a stool over to the counter. Except Peeta bats my hand away and moves it for me. I roll my eyes at his protectiveness and take a seat.

"You look like you're about to pop Katniss," Rye says.

Peeta gives him a pointed look, but I smile. "Yeah and it doesn't help that Peeta makes me whatever I want. I think I gained thirty pounds of fat."

Rye chuckles," Does Peeta do everything you ask him?"

"Yes he does. He is just so sweet." I exaggerate fawning over Peeta.

Peeta's face heats up at my words. I guess me talking about how much he does for me is something he doesn't want his brother to know, so I keep going. "I especially like when he gives me a foot massage."

Rye laughs harder, "Peeta will you give my feet a massage?" He asks pouting out his bottom lip.

Peeta punches his shoulder and Rye has to hide the pain. "Not until you are almost nine months pregnant with my child."

"Darn it," Rye snaps his fingers and smiles at me. "Since he won't give me a message, do I get say in naming the baby."

Peeta and I both bark out a laugh. "What would you name our child Rye," Peeta gasps.

"Well Rye Jr of course." This brings on another round of laughter from the two of us. "What is wrong with that?"

"What if it's a girl?" I ask him and he shakes his head.

"It doesn't matter. It works both ways."

"No it doesn't," Peeta, tells him. "But I have a real name for the baby."

"What would that be foot rubber," Rye teases.

"I was thinking Willow."

Peeta says the name and I like it right away. A tree that can bend in strong winds, but it doesn't break easily.

"I love it, Peeta," I say and lean over the counter and give him a kiss, while Rye makes gaging noises behind us.

"Please don't do that again," Rye pleads and Peeta gives me a wicked grin and kisses me again. Rye continues to groan. "Now I have to name your kid. Willow Rye Mellark. Has a nice ring to it."

"Sure it does Rye," Peeta rolls his eyes. "No boy names because it has to be a girl."

"Why," I ask him.

"Because I want a mini you, no options," he states like it's obvious.

"You guys are gross," Rye gags again.

I ignore him and say, "But there is a chance it will be a boy."

"Yes," Peeta agrees.

"So what will you do then?"

"I will still love him more than anything else in the world," Peeta answers.

"So you just are a wishful thinker?"

"Yep, now let's go home where we can kiss and not be bothered by a five year old."

"See you later Rye," I wave getting off my stool and putting on my coat. Peeta waves good-bye as well and helps me down the stairs and into the evening darkness.

The flurries have stopped, but the wind has picked up so Peeta tucks me into his side as we walk down the empty street.

I wiggle my toes in my wool socks trying to get some feeling back into them. The fire continues to crackle in front of me. I can hear Peeta moving around upstairs. We would usually be in bed by now, but I don't sleep anymore. Between the nightmares and the baby moving, it's never peaceful.

I'm startled when Peeta touches my shoulder and hands me one of his thick sweaters. I give him a grateful smile. He settles behind me, so I can lean back against his chest. I sigh contently and roll my head back so I can look up at him. He smiles and brushes the hair out my eyes.

"If you want to sleep on the couch I'll sleep on floor next to you," he whispers.

"No," I sigh. "I'll be fine in bed."

"Okay," he breathes grazing his lips across my temple. I lean into his touch, so he takes my lead to kiss my cheek, the side of my mouth, and finally he locks his lip over mine. It's short, but I want more.

I awkwardly tuck my legs underneath me and wrap my arms around his neck. I give him a challenging look before he finds my mouth with his again. We find a steady pace and only stop when we need to come up for air. I can feel the tension between us, and every touch is frenzied. We haven't done anything more then kiss since the night in the meadow. The first time was nothing fantastic, but maybe now that I love him it would be different. However, I highly doubt he would want to do anything like that now that I'm pregnant. I feel so heavy and ugly. I am huge and everyday it gets worse.

I pull away from him and avert his eyes and whisper. "Do you think you would…," I stutter. "Would you ever want to… you know…do." I groan at my inability to speak, but he must get what I'm implying.

"Of course I would," he says without batting an eyelash.

"Even me being like this?"

When I say this, he actually looks insulted that I would ever think that.

"Katniss, how often do I tell you how beautiful you are?"

"Everyday," I mumble. "But you just say that."

"No I'm not. I think you are more beautiful now then ever before. I will always think you are beautiful, and whenever I say it. Remember that I mean it. I really do mean it."

I feel my cheeks heat up and he grins when he sees the hint of red, and bury my head into his neck. "Well thank you. I don't really care what I look like. I just don't feel like myself anymore."

"Don't worry about it Katniss. Once you have the baby you'll feel much better."

"Yeah well, unless other people have anything to do about it," I mutter under my breath.

Peeta shakes his head and frowns at me. "Let's try not to think about that right now."

"Okay," I say ending the heavy conversation and killing the mood.

I settle back against his chest and try to enjoy this moment of peace we have together before someone rips this away too.

I sit on the kitchen table as instructed by my mother as she asks me a million and one questions about how I have been feeling. Now that the baby could come any day now she has been all over me. She comes over to check on me once a day, and a phone call after dinner. I know she means well, but when the baby is ready it will come, and I am in no rush. Peeta is jumpy and watches me as if I'm made as glass. His protectiveness has taken on a whole other level. He hasn't the left the house for more then an hour and has Prim or Haymitch over to babysit me.

It's annoying, but he means well.

Today he let me walk over to my mother's by myself and I relished in the few moments of freedom. However, the freedom feeling was short lived when my mother and Prim ushered me into the kitchen for an exam.

"I want to check the position of the baby. Katniss could you lay back and roll up your shirt," she said in her professional tone.

I do as she asked and stuff a pillow under the arch in my back to make it a little more comfortable.

She prods and pushes on my stomach while Prim watches on taking in every move my mother makes, and they both seem satisfied when she is done.

"The baby is head down and you have dropped so I would expect a baby any day now."

Prim smiles widely at me, and starts chatting happily about how she is going to dress up the baby, help us with feedings and everything that comes with an infant. I smile back at her and eventually get her to calm done actually have a two sided conversation. It's nice to hear about her schooling and I even get to her to spill on some thirteen year old drama.

I head back across the lawn to our house and as soon as I open the door, I can smell dinner wafting in from the kitchen. I smile and briskly walk towards the wonderful smell.

I smile again when I find Peeta bent over slicing some bread. He looks up at me and opens his mouth to ask me about my visit, but I beat him to it. "My mother said that everything looks good."

Peeta smiles even bigger and focuses back on his cooking. "Did she say anything about when the baby might be coming?"

"No, but it will happen soon. I'd rather not rush it." Peeta gives me a sad smile and nods.

I set the table and once Peeta has finished the large meal of turkey and potatoes we both settle down and dig in.

It's not much later that we are both laying in our bed with my head on his chest and his one hand resting my stomach. The baby is wide-awake, shifting, and kicking, but the movements fill more restricted now. The baby is running out of room in there.

I sigh and look up at Peeta. I can tell he is thinking about something, but I'm to lazy to ask what about. He takes my questioning stare and answer my silent question.

"If Snow wasn't "tainting" this experience with us and the baby, would you, I don't know, enjoy it more? You know the excited expecting parents, the race to meeting the new baby and the other normal stuff."

I think for a minute before answering him. I love this baby, but differently then most pregnant mothers I feel love their unborn child. I have a more fierce and protectiveness towards this little human being inside of me. I haven't been jumping for joy over the thought of us becoming a family, more so praying that it actually happens without anyone getting hurt. I only like being pregnant because I can better protect the baby. No normal mother has to think about.

"I think so. I mean everything about us and this has been tainted."

"Yeah there isn't any normal with us is there?"

"Nope," I laugh but stop short when I feel a slight cramp in my lower back. Peeta notices my discomfort and sits up next to me.

"Is everything alright?"

I nod my head and his face relaxes. "Just practice contraction or back pain. I can't really tell it was different though."

Peeta gives me a weary look before settling back down next to me. He tries to pull me closer, but I suddenly feel hot and I need to breathe. I pull away from him and he looks at me even more suspicious. "Sorry, I feel hot."

I get up slowly from bed and make my way to the bathroom. I splash some cool water on my face and then I feel a small gush of water run down my leg. I freeze and look down at my soaked pants. I didn't pee myself. My water just broke. This means I'm going into labor.

"Are you sure you're alright?" I hear Peeta call, but I can't respond. I'm frozen looking down at my soaked pants. It doesn't feel real. Nothing of these past months have, but its happening now.

When I don't answer he comes to me and looks shocked when he sees me. "Is something wrong?" He panics, looking over my entire body for some kind of injury. I shake my head no, and clam myself to reassure him.

"No, my water broke," I croak out and brace myself against the counter.

"Oh! Should I get go get your mom?"

"No not yet. Help me clean up," I mumble and start to strip out of my wet clothing. Peeta turns on the warm water. I throw off my over sized shirt and step under the steaming water.

Peeta stands right outside the shower the whole time with a towel and he only leaves to retrieve a fresh shirt and pair of pants for me.

I dry off and change into the fresh clothes. Peeta cleans up the mess in the bathroom while I get back in bed. I stare blankly at the ceiling trying to think of anything that was a sign that this was happening today. I don't remember any abnormal pain. Nothing that I haven't felt in the pass couple of weeks. I look down at my mound of a stomach and sigh, rubbing my hand repeatedly in circles praying that nothing goes wrong.

I must have dozed off because I open my eyes sometime the next morning and find my mother and Peeta in our room talking quietly about me. I must have been asleep awhile, because the bags under Peeta's eyes are evident from across the room. I imagine he ran over there as soon as I was asleep to get her.

"You were having some contractions in your sleep, I think. I watched you and at least twice an hour you would grimace and it looked like you were in pain," Peeta explains and I look at him surprised. Did I really sleep through that?

"I would like to see if you dilated at all," my mother says walking over to the bed.

I nod and roll onto my back. I strip until I am bare from the waist down and my mother drapes a blanket across my bottom to cover me. Before I would never let my mother see me like this, but I don't really have a choice in the matter now.

She puts on a pair of gloves and does the exam. I watch her face scrunch together and then she looks at the clock. "When did your water break?"

"Right before bed last night," I say looking at Peeta and he nods.

"You are three centimeters dilated now." She says and I feel all the blood drain from my face. I don't have much time. I have seen mothers go from three centimeters to delivery in a couple of hours. All the screaming and most would cry from the pain. I can't do this! I look over at Peeta and he notices my anxiety. He sits on the edge of the bed and takes my hand. I let out a deep breath and focus on the now.

My mother looks at us strangely for a few moments, but shakes her head slightly and continues talking. "She isn't far along, but it's started. I want you both to rest for as long as possible. I have a feeling this might take awhile."

We both nod and she leaves our bedroom. I stare up at the ceiling terrified that our time has run out. I will have a baby by the end of today. I really can't do this. There is no way I can push another human being out of me. I won't be able to care for it. I won't be able to protect it. I am not ready. I need more time. I need another week or two. I can't do this.

"Hey Katniss, don't cry. You can do this. Don't worry I won't leave you alone through any of this. I promise everything will be okay," Peeta whispers climbing under the covers next to me.

I curl up in a ball and nestle into his chest. I take deep breathes and focus on his heart beat. The steady rhythm calms me.

"I'm scared," I admit and he holds me tighter.

"I know you are, but you will be a great mom. Think about seeing our baby. That's all you have to think about."

"Please don't leave me," I croak and look up at him. He is steady and confident. I feel better knowing that at least one of us is prepared.

"I won't leave you, ever. Now sleep."

I listen to Peeta and the next time I wake, it's to blinding pain. I grip onto the sheets to anchor me while the pain washes over me and after a few moments it subsides and I open my eyes.

"That's the first one that woke you up. I'm going to get your mother." Peeta hustles out of the room and Prim walks in a moment later with a basin of water and some towels.

"How are you?"

"Fine I guess. How long did I sleep?"

"Ever since I've been and that has been three hours." I nod and roll onto my over side. She sits on the edge of the bed. "Do you want me to re-braid your hair? I can't imagine you want it all over the place for later."

I agree and she helps me sit upright. The feeling of her small fingers combing through my hair is so relaxing, and she only takes a minute to redo my braid, so the enjoyment was short lived. I'm about to lie back down, but I notice I feel better sitting up. Some of the pressure that is on my pelvis feels more distributed.

"Prim could you help me stand?"

She looks at me oddly, but he helps me nonetheless to slowly stand up, and I feel much better. I put my pajama pants back on and start to pace back and forth from the bed to the window. Prim hovers near me incase I need her, but I don't until a couple minutes later when another contraction hits. I grit my teeth hard and hang onto Prim's hands like a vice. I lean on her and she doesn't falter.

I let out a deep breath when it passes just as Peeta comes back with my mother in tow. "Why are you out of bed?" Peeta ask wildly and my mom sets a hand on his shoulder.

"Moving around will help speed things along. Why don't you help her walk up and down the hallway while we prepare the bed?"

We both nod and Peeta leads me out into the hallway. I loop my arm through his and we slowly make laps up and down the hallway. He keeps whispering encouraging things to me and every once and a while pulls me closer or kiss the top of my head. I listen to him and each time we pass our bedroom door I look at the clock on the nightstand.

I have my next contraction after ten minutes of walking. It is much worse then the one before and I have to wrap my arms around Peeta's neck to stop myself from collapsing. After the pain fades away, we continue to walk.

I get two more contractions before I have to stop. My legs feel like jelly and the contractions are only getting worse.

I sit with my back against the headboard and wait the next few moments before another contraction starts. When it does hit I crush Peeta's hand in mine and try to keep my breathing steady. I feel like I'm being ripped in two. I don't know how much more I can take of this. The pressure of the baby pushing down is getting larger with each contraction too. I am only having contractions minutes apart. It has to be close.

"Mom," I whisper after the pain subsides. "Could you see how far along I am. I feel like I need to push."

She simply nods and quickly does the exam. "You are about fully dilated. Wait for a few more contractions until the sensation to push gets stronger. You will know when it's time."

We wait through two more contractions that are horrible before I can't wait any longer. She yells for Prim and gets Peeta to sit behind me so I can rest against his chest. I have to pull both my knees towards my chest and when the next contraction comes down I bare down and push.

I keep pushing and listen to Peeta chanting in my ear to keep going. I block out everything else. The pain is too much and I keep seeing spots, but I continue to push. I don't know if I scream or when I start to cry, but the best thing I have ever heard is when my mom says that I just need one more push. I give it all I have and then nothing.

I don't open my eyes until a loud wail comes from the end of the bed. I slowly open my eyes, and it has to be the most beautiful baby I have ever seen. The wailing infant with it's red face and wrinkly body, who is perfect and healthy. I lean heavily against Peeta and he wraps his arms around me.

"It's a boy," my teary-eyed mother announces and carefully hands him to me. She then takes Prim and leaves us alone.

As soon as he settled in my arms his crying stops and he is so peaceful. Having him in my arms makes all the worry I did seem useless. He is here now and I love him so much. The dark fluffy hair that covers most of his head looks like mine, but it could very easily change. I trace his scrunched up face with my finger, and when I touch his palm, his tiny fingers wrap around my finger. He slowly opens his eyes to reveal a piercing blue similar to Peeta's. This could change as well, but it might stay the same too.

I smile and Peeta sets his chin on shoulder. He surrounds my arms holding our son with his own and my tears come down harder. "I love you two so much," I whisper.

"I love you two, too. I am so proud of you Katniss."

We don't move from this position and I could live in this moment forever, Peeta protecting both of us from any and every danger in the world.

Once the baby starts crying again, I start to panic until Peeta suggest he might be hungry. He gets my mother, and she shows me how too properly breast-feed him. Once he is done I let her hold him some and Prim comes in to see him again as well.

"What is his name?" Prim ask us and I look up at Peeta.

"Do you have a name in mind," he ask me and I nod.

"Oliver"

He looks at the baby in Prim's arms and then back at me. "I think it's perfect."

"I like it too," Prim says and hands him over to Peeta.

"Oliver it is," I finalize and everyone smiles.

I dress Oliver in an outfit and a diaper Effie sent us and put him in the bassinet. I clean myself up, while my mother helps Peeta with the dirty linens. I'm so sore that putting on pants is hard, and once I am done I find that my mother and Prim have gone home to leave us alone. I was hoping she would stay and help some more, but I have to learn how to do it on my own now.

Peeta is holding Oliver on the bed and I shuffle over to them and sit down next to him. Peeta looks so nature holding him. The way he gently touches Oliver's face and the look of amazement at every noise Oliver makes. He is such a good father already. It was something he was born to be.

"I was thinking of making something for supper. I imagine you are very hungry."

As he says that, my stomach rumbles. "Yes very and soon he will be too."

"Okay then how about some cheese buns," he suggests and I nod.

We all go down stairs and I sit at the kitchen table with Oliver and watch as Peeta takes out some premade dough and quickly gets it in the oven.

Peeta sits down next to me and Oliver opens his eyes and starts to look around the kitchen. He seems to be looking at everything around him and then focuses back on us. I smile and look over at Peeta.

He's smiling too, but I can tell he is thinking. "Could we call him Ollie for short?"

"I like that," I agree and he smiles even more.

"Why did you pick the name Oliver?" I think for a minute before answering him.

"I picked his name because it symbolizes peace. After everything we have been through that is all I want, for us, for him. I want to find peace. I know it might not be soon, but someday I want peace. I want less violence, no threats, and no games. I want a safe world for him. Like you, I am being a wishful thinker."

Peeta smiles sadly at me and says, "That's the best way to be."

We eat and I feed Ollie once more before laying him down in the bassinet. When Peeta and I climb under the covers and my head hits the pillow. I am asleep before he can kiss me goodnight.

I wake up confused an hour later to a little cry, but then I move quickly scooping Ollie out of the bassinet. He shouldn't be hungry yet, so I take him to the nursery, change his dirty diaper, and then spend the next ten minutes coaxing him back to sleep.

I throw myself down on the bed and Peeta grins at me. "You should have made me do it."

"Don't worry you can get the next shift," I mumble before falling back to sleep.

I wake up four more times until the sun rises that morning. I only slept a total of three hours. Every time he would cry softly until we would pick him up, and even though Peeta changed each diaper without compliant. I still needed to feed him twice, that's the one thing Peeta can't help me with.

The next morning we move from the bedroom down to the living. Peeta cooks breakfast, and drinks three cups of coffee, while I hold a sleeping Ollie at the kitchen table. He has been awake most of the morning, and has only cried once, which is very surprising considering I feed and changed his dirty diaper. I guess he only cries when he really wants to get our attention.

Peeta dishes out a large meal and just as we are about to eat. Haymitch comes through the front door. He looks rather clean and recently shaven, which is a good sign, and considering how early it is. I would have to guess he is sober and hangover free.

He waves to the two of us, but focuses mostly on Ollie. He analyzes him head to toe, and I could swear I see the traces of a smile ghosting his lips.

"What's his name?"

"Oliver," I answer. "Do you want to hold him?"

He looks hesitant, but he slowly nods. I transfer Ollie into his arms and instruct Haymitch on how to support his head, but after a second, he figures it out.

I sit back down in front of my plate and start to eat along with Peeta.

"I haven't heard anything from the Capitol, so I'm assuming they don't know yet," Haymitch says and Peeta frowns down at his plate. In our blissful day, I have almost completely forgotten about Snow.

"I hope it stays that way for a little longer," Peeta says and we both nod.

"I know, but you two don't have much time. With the month almost being over everyone will be expecting news about the newest Mellark."

I sigh and push my plate away from me. "What is going to happen now?"

"Well I'm sure news will get out by the end of the week. After that we sit tight and are ready to do anything." Haymitch shrugs and looks back down at Ollie. "But I know one thing nobody is going to hurt this little cub."

Peeta and I both laugh. "Little cub?"

"Yeah, little cub because his mother is a real grizzly," Haymitch exaggerates. I give him my best scowl and Peeta coughs to cover up his laugh.

My mother comes over with Prim later to check up on Ollie and me. Peeta gets Prim to help bake some cookies leaving mom and I alone. It's strange to think that I now a mom too. I'm still a kid myself. I love Ollie with all my heart, but I can't imagine that this is what my mom wanted me to do at sixteen.

I look over at the sleeping baby in my mom's arms, a twinge of guilt rips through me, and I can feel the tears gathering in the corner of my eyes. I hastily wipe the moister out of my eyes and my mom gives me a worried look.

"I'm sorry," I croak and she shakes her head confused at my apology.

"You have nothing to apologize for."

"No, I'm only sixteen and I disappointed you. I made a mistake an-," I sob, but she stops me.

"No. You haven't disappointed me. I love you, Peeta, and Oliver. You have been a parent long before Oliver. I will never be able to make up the time when I left you two. I think about that everyday. I am so proud of you, and I know you're young. I would have rather you have waited, but so much horrible has been in your life. It's nice to have something that is good." This makes me smile and Ollie takes this lull in conversation to make his presence known.

"Thank you." I tell her and take an upset Ollie from her arms.

After I change the tenth diaper of the day and fed Ollie one last time, I collapse on the bed, exhausted. Peeta kisses Ollie's forehead again before sitting down next to me. He rubs his hand up and down my back, leaving a trail of goose bumps as he goes. I roll over and he leans down to melt his lips with mine. I smile against his lips and he surrounds me in his arms. He dips his hand underneath my shirt, but I pull away.

"Don't touch my stomach. It's all weird now."

"It's not weird. You had a baby two days ago, and you barely have a stomach any more."

I look down at myself and shrug. "I guess, but it feels weird. I can't believe that he's here, and not in there anymore." I glance over at Ollie sleeping in the bassinet and smile. "We're parents now."

"Yeah we are, and it feels like just yesterday we were trying to stay alive long enough to meet him, and now he's here. He's also asleep, so try and get some rest too." Peeta tells me kissing my forehead and snapping off the bedside lamp. I curl against his chest and he wraps his arms around me. I have missed this closeness with him. I love being able to rest my head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. I start to drift into darkness, but Ollie's sharp cry startles me.

"Bring him," I mumble and I feel Peeta's arms ease out from under me. The crying soften I open my eyes slowly at Peeta with Ollie curled on his chest with his tiny head nestled into the crook of Peeta's neck.

"I guess he was lonely," Peeta whispers and I nod, dragging myself so I can rest my head on Peeta's shoulder. I pull the blanket up to cover the three of us. I can feel myself slipping again and this time nothing stops it.

I'm barely awake when I feel Peeta ease Ollie into my arms with a pillow underneath my arm. By instinct I go through the motions to get Ollie to latch onto my breast, I shudder when the cool breeze from the open window hits my bare chest. Peeta puts his arm around my shoulders blocking me from the cold.

"You're amazing," I hear him mummer and kiss the top of my head. I can feel him watching me, and it would have made me uncomfortable before, but now it's the complete opposite. I look up at him and there is nothing judgmental in his gaze. He is in complete awe. I have seen this before when he first held Ollie, but I never thought he would ever look at me this way. I wish I could view myself in the way Peeta does. I'm a plain girl from the Seam. Before I was pregnant, I had a body closer to boy rather than a curvy woman. I never thought myself to be desirable. I never even thought about how I looked and if any boy would like me for my figure. I dressed practically and only worried about my body when my ribs grew prominent from malnutrition. Now with my nursing and always having food I have filled out, but I'm still losing weight from carrying Ollie. I guess it puzzles me in what Peeta really sees in me, but I don't want to question him. I never want to see a day when I can't be with him. I feel like I belong right here with him. I felt drawn to Peeta ever since the day in the rain. I would catch fleeting glances and the boy with the bread was on my mind more than I would ever admit to anyone. Even if it wasn't for Ollie or the reaping we would have still found each other.

So so so sooo sorry for the months I made you guys wait! The summer was crazy and school left me with no free time! I hope to update whenever I can! Please review to let me know what you think!