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WARNING: SMALL LAME SEXUAL CONTENT, LAME DESCRIPTIVE HUNTING

Believe Me or Not

-Katniss P.O.V-

Peeta slumps next to me on his back, the pillow cushioning his fall. He takes ragged breaths, as do I, after our second round this morning. Peeta turns his head to me, cracking a grin, "Thom wasn't kidding when he said pregnancies get women more…" he wriggles his eyebrows at me.

My cheeks flush with embarrassment, "Well, I didn't see you complaining about it."

"Oh trust me, I am not complaining," He says, reaching in to kiss my neck.

He trails his soft, warm kisses down my neck to my breast, all the way down to my stomach. He stops there, admiring my belly, which now, has a bump that is small, but enough to identify as a baby bump. He lifts his hand from the bed, placing it gently on the side of my stomach where the bump and my hips connect. "Hey there little Poppy Seed," He whispers, his mouth placed on my abdomen, "It's your daddy."

My heart instantly melts at this moment. My body relaxes at the feeling of Peeta's breath of my skin, making the dull nausea disappear. "You know, it's bigger than a poppy seed now, right?"

"We'll just have to see at the appointment tomorrow," Peeta says into my stomach.

"Peeta?"

He tilts his head up at me, his eyes peeking out of his hair that drapes down the top of his forehead, "Katniss?"

"I don't like that we keep calling the baby it when we talk about it; see! It just doesn't sound right." I speak of what's on my mind, feeling a little embarrassed afterwards.

A small frown grows on his face, "I know what you mean." Peeta sits up in the bed to face me, making me dip down with the bed. "How about this, we can give the baby a name. Not a real name, but a nickname. So if we ever talk about it then we can just use that word?"

I smile up at him, "That sounds cute."

Peeta smiles back down at me, "That's because it is cute. Now, tell me, what names do you have in mind?"

I think about it for a minute, compensating what word would be good, but in the end I come up with something we already love, "Poppy Seed."

Peeta laughs at me, "And poppy for short." He leans down towards my face, "I love it. And I love you," He kisses me, "And our little Poppy Seed." Then he leans back down kiss my stomach.

"We love you, too," I say warmly.

Peeta looks back up at me with the lust in his eyes I saw minutes ago. He reaches back up and kisses me, softly but hungrily. I kiss him back, my body craving more immediately; as much as I hate to admit it, Thom wasn't lying about pregnant woman getting aroused quicker. My leg tangles itself around his waist, in attempt to pull him closer to me. He follows my actions, though unfortunately he then hesitates and breaks the kiss, "As much as I enjoy this, I have to get ready for work. It's my two favorite workers last day here before they move to District 2 and I need to be there."

I pout my lip out, which he kisses, "Don't worry I'll be home before dinner, and then, if you want," He whispers in my ear with a grin, "We can finish up what we started."

I grin at him, playfully shoving him off the bed, "Go on bakers-man, get to work." A wave of tiredness hits me, reminding me that it is only 5:30AM and that as of lately I haven't been waking up until 9.

"Why don't you get some sleep?" Peeta suggests as he changes into his work clothes.

"I'm already half way there," I mumble, sticking my head farther into my pillow.

I catch myself from tripping at the front door while I tie my shoes one at a time and trying not to step on Alice, who zigzags between my legs. "Alice," I say, taking the cheese bun that I'm holding between my teeth out of my mouth to speak, "Do you want me to fall over?"

She meows in response, planting herself on my foot. I laugh at her, "You know I have to go to the woods. I haven't gone since September, it's November now."

Alice huffs then scatters into the kitchen towards her food bowl. I shake my head at her thinking how she's only been here for a week and she is already just like Peeta. A smiles spreads across my face as soon as my hunters jacket slides onto my body. I've never realized how much I would have missed all of this.

My nausea has been in control the past few days, which is the only reason why I am finally deciding to go hunting. It has been in charge of my life almost daily, making it almost unbearable to leave the house.

I take a peek at the clock before I step outside of the house, Peeta won't be home for another two hours. I count the amount of the time I have to hunt, giving me about an hour to hunt and another hour to come home, shower, and make dinner in time for Peeta to be home. With all of that, I take my game back and quiver and leave.

The November air hits my face, making my eyes water. Thankfully, it has yet snowed in District 12, so this trip won't be as difficult. My eyes dart towards Haymitch's house, noting that all of the lights in his house are off. I've only seen him twice since the day I came home from the medical center, for he has been in the Capitol for meetings or is locked away in his house. Peeta has seen him more than I have, though not by much.

By the time I get to the fence, my body is tingling with excitement. Not only are the woods a safe haven for me but it's somewhere where I can let my mind be free. My stomach begins to growl when I think of rabbit stew, and decide that if I catch a rabbit then that is what I'll make for dinner tonight. Finding a rabbit, or any other small animal is going to be slimmer because of the weather, but not as much as it would be if there were snow on the ground.

I begin to slow down when I get deeper into the woods, where the animals tend to scatter. I stay close to a group of trees whose branches cover me enough so I won't be seen by any bigger animals.

A spark of grey flashes out of the corner of my eye, making my head snap to the right. Two rabbits sit side by side, their eyes roaming around their surroundings. Slowly, I take out a arrow and place it in the position and take quiet steps out of my hiding spot, knowing that the rabbits are being hyper aware of their surroundings. I angle the arrow in hopes that it will snatch both the rabbits with one shot. My arm pulls back, in preparation to shoot. I take a deep breath, steadying my body and feeling the pressure of the wind. Letting out my breath, I let go of the string, sending the arrow into the two rabbits.

I jog over to the two rabbits, and crouch next to them. My stomach makes a little flip at the sight and smell, but I learn to get over it. I take the arrow out carefully, wiping the tip on a leaf next to me. Satisfied with my job, I gently place the two rabbits in my game back and stand to search some more, thinking of Greasy Sae. As soon as I stand, a snowflake falls on my nose. I tilt my head up to look at the sky and see flurries falling down. With a sigh, I begin to head back home.

Not even two minutes into the walk it gets harder to see. The flurries start turning into balls coming down all at once, making everything almost white. I know that I still have at least another ten minutes of walking to do before I get to the fence, but the snow is making it hard navigate. This is going to be harder than I expected.

-Peeta P.O.V-

The last customer of the day walks out with a smile on her face and a tray of frosted cookies for her children. "So it looks like this is it for me," Dyron states, placing his apron on the counter.

"To think we met three years ago…" I think back through the years of all the good times we had here building the bakery's business.

"I'll be back to visit, but you need to listen to the wife when she says she needs to move back to District 2 to spend more time with her family." We laugh together, but a pain a guilt stops me. "What's wrong?" Dyron asks.

My head spins, deciding on if I should tell him or not. He has told me everything in his life, and he knows everything about me and my past. "I haven't been completely honest with you about something. And I think you should know."

"Are you okay? Is there something wrong with you or Katniss?" Dyron steps forward to me, concern on his face.

"It's Katniss...well, it's us, really," I say.

"Are you two have marriage troubles? Believe me, I never thought I'd see this coming for you two, but it happens to people-" Dyron starts but I cut him off, "No, no it's not marriage troubles. Trust me, we are better than ever." I breath out, a happy chuckle escaping my lips, "Katniss is pregnant."

Dyron embraces me in a hug, "I'm so proud for you two! When did this happen? I thought Katniss didn't want children?"

"It wasn't planned, we just thought that she had the flu really bad. I mean, she did have the flu at first, but then we found out she was pregnant. She doesn't tell me much of how she thought, but I knew she was devastated when she first found out, and still is nervous about it, but she's open to it now."

"You must be excited," Dyron smirks.

"You don't even know the half of it," My smile drops a little, "But you need to swear you're not going to tell anybody about this, okay? We don't want anyone knowing because we don't want the Capitol knowing about it until we can't hide it anymore."

"You know you can trust me, I won't tell a single soul." Dryon looks up at the clock, "If I don't leave now I'm going to miss my train, and if you don't leave now Katniss will shoot you." I laugh at his comment, hugging him one more time.

"I'll write you two once I get situated, take care buddy," Dryon says, leaving the bakery for the last time.

"Take care," I say back.

I take my time walking up the front steps of the house so I don't slip and fall. Before I open the door I take a look at my watch which says 6:35; I hope Katniss wasn't worried about me being late when I was supposed to be home thirty-five minutes ago. Once I open the door I shake my head of all the snow, and take off my jacket and shoes so I don't get the floor wet. The house is cold from outside, the fireplace isn't lite when it usually is, and none of the lights are on.

Alice trots up to me, meowing and clawing at my jeans. I scoop her up in my arms, "Hey there Alice, where's your mommy?"

Alice purs at my touch, which makes me chuckle. With Alice in my hands, I trudge up the stairs to where Katniss must be sleeping in bed. Alice likes to sleep with her but she can't make it up all the stairs by herself. The door is open and the lights are off, but when I sneak into the room I see that the bed is vacant. My heart drops into my stomach. Surely, she went to Haymitch's house. They've barely talked since the incident but that's where she has to be.

I race down the stairs, only stopping to put Alice down when there's a knock on the door. I open the door as fast as humanly possible only to find Haymitch standing on the other side.

"Is Katniss with you?" My voice comes out frantically.

"What do you mean is Katniss with me she's always home," Haymitch sounds confused.

"N-no, no I just came home from work and all the lights were off and the fireplace wasn't on and it's freezing in here, sh-she wasn't in bed and I didn't hear her in the bathroom. She's not here!" The words spill out of my mouth, fumbling over each other. My hands run through my hair, pulling at the ends, "I don't know where she is."

Haymitch's face drops and he walks inside, grabbing me by the shoulders, "When was the last time you saw her?"

"Uhh," My mind runs blank, "5..5:30 this morning," I nod in my own agreement.

"What was she doing when you left? Did she say what she was doing today?"

"She went back to sleep when I left. She n-never told me what she was doing because she's been staying home every day because of the nau-nausea. The only times she leaves is when she comes with me to work but she didn't today." Haymitch's face softens, "Hey boy, you need to calm down. We don't need you having a attack right now, okay?"

I nod my head, swallowing. Where on earth is she?

-Katniss P.O.V-

Moments like these are when I appreciate my fathers hunting jacket. My body is cold but not numb, though it is hard to move my fingers properly. I sigh, mad at myself for losing the trail that I follow to get home. It has to be at least seven right now for it is close to being pitch black out.

To my excitement, the outlines of the fence come into view. I speed up my speed as much as I can without slipping and falling over. Once I get through the fence I slow my pace down, knowing I'll be home in ten minutes. I pray that this is one of the days that Peeta stays at work late unless he must be going crazy right now. He should be at work still, or at least with Dyron and his wife at the train station.

I walk up the stairs, almost slipping on the second one. My body composes itself before I slowly open the front door, praying that Peeta isn't standing in there.

"Katniss!" Peeta gasps, "Oh my god, where have you been?" He runs up to me embracing me in his arms. Feeling his heat only makes me realize now that I'm freezing. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" Peeta cups my cheeks in his hands looking my body over.

I cough once, making sure my voice isn't going to shake as much as it feels it's going to, "Peeta, I'm okay, I'm not hurt. I went hunting and then it started to snow and I couldn't see and I got lost."

"Are you crazy?" Peeta almost but yells at me, "You went hunting? What if you got hurt, Katniss? What if you fell? What if there was a big animal out there?"

"It's not like this was the first time I've ever been hunting before. I haven't gone in two months!"

"You could have gotten hurt, Katniss! The baby could have gotten hurt, you're 9 weeks, Katniss. I don't want you to accidentally fall or anything worse!"

Suddenly I feel the urge to cry. It hit me like a rock and all at once I break down in tears. Peeta instantly slouches, feeling bad for yelling at me out of nerves, "Katniss I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you. But do you know how scared I was? You've been home almost everyday and I didn't know where you were. It's scary not to know where your pregnant wife is in the middle of a snow storm."

I sniffle, tears continuing to flow down my face, "I'm sorry I should have told you where I was going. But I was safe, nothing bad happened, and my fathers jacket kept me warm." I groan to myself, "Stupid hormones, I'm not even meaning to cry!"

Peeta laughs a little at me, though it's just a way for him to let out his nerves, "Please don't ever do this to me again." He kisses me once. I kiss him back in response.

A sound of flames gets mine and Peeta's attention. We turn around to see Haymitch starting a fire, "You must be freezing, Sweetheart."

I nod my head a little, trying to control the tears. Peeta helps me take off my jacket and shoes, and quickly helps me up the stairs so we can change into warmer clothes and back downstairs.

Haymitch sits by the fire with three cups on the table, which by the smell of it is hot chocolate. He stands up when I come over and sit, and grabs a blanket, wrapping it around me. I look at him for a moment, wondering why he is suddenly doing all of this.

"I know what you're thinking, Sweetheart. I'm...I'm just trying to make up for what I did. I never gave a real apology, and I know an apology won't cut it. But I just wanted to tell you two that I'm quitting drinking for this baby. I want to be a good influence on it and I don't want to make that kind of mistake again."

All Peeta and I do is stare at him. There is no way that someone can believe that Haymitch would quit drinking. "Believe me or not, I'm quitting. I'm going to be better now for it. Maybe it will be the first person to ever make me change for the better."

Yes, I know this was pretty lame, but I'm just trying to make up random things until I get to what I actually want to do.

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