A/N- Happy Hunger Games month! Are you guys ready the last chapter? I hope so, because I'm ready to start a new story. The third part to this will take place twelve years later, where the twins will be old enough to cause trouble. But for now, I decided to give you guys some time to spend with the babies (my mom is babysitting a two-month old and he's just adorable, so I'm inspired.) Anyways, hope you guys enjoy! ;)

Chapter 10: Special Brownies

Peeta

Not long after Katniss had given birth and everything settled down after she moved into a new room, I called Delly to let her know that everything had gone well and to tell the kids that their baby sisters had been born. She was delighted to hear this, and I could hear Adara and Orion cheering loudly in the background as she shared the news with them. I chuckled, and Katniss asked me to let her speak to them, so I passed her the phone. She took it and began talking to them, telling them enthusiastically about the twins and how she couldn't wait for them to meet them. As she was speaking, two nurses walked into the room carrying the twins as they put each one in a crib.

"We've bathed them and the doctor has examined both," one of the nurses informed me with a smile. "They're very healthy, and they're both nice and clean now. They may sleep for a while, but your wife will have to feed them soon," she said, looking at Katniss, who was still on the phone.

I nodded. "I'll let her know, thank you," I replied politely as she took the other nurse with her, leaving us alone again. Katniss was now talking to Delly as I looked at the twins; they were both sleeping peacefully.

"Yes, Delly, the girls are gorgeous, and they each weighed six pounds and five ounces," she was saying. "In fact, they've just brought them back. Can you please bring the kids so they can see them? All right, good, I'm on the twelfth floor in room four. Yes, we'll be here. Thanks, Delly, I'll see you later!" she finished as she hung up and turned back to me. "Have you called Haymitch yet?" she asked me.

"Actually, he called me right before I called Delly. Don't ask me how, but he found out about all the people I ran over this morning, and he wanted to mock me. Oh, and then he congratulated us," I told her.

She frowned. "What did the nurses say?" she asked, changing the subject.

"She says the twins are fine, and that they might get hungry soon," I said as, just on cue, Rose began to cry, and Rue woke up and began to cry too. I handed Rue over to her and then held Rose.

"How are you going to feed them both?" I asked.

"Good question. Maybe we should call the nurse," she suggested, and so I did.

Katniss

To my surprise, it was my mother who came in instead. She was carrying an interesting-looking pillow, saying that it was used for breastfeeding twins. "You're lucky I thought about getting you one of these," she told me as Peeta approached us with Rose still wailing in his arms. She then helped me unbutton my hospital gown and placed the pillow beneath my chest as she and Peeta placed a baby on each side it, their heads leaning towards each other as we tried to get them to latch on to my breasts. It took them a while, but soon they had the hang of it as they began to suckle my breasts. "You may also want to use a pump so that Peeta can feed them too," my mother suggested as the babies were feeding and Peeta gaped at me in awe.

But before I could tease him, the door opened and the kids burst in with Delly in tow.
"Grandma!" they exclaimed excitedly as soon as they saw her, and she turned around and hugged them enthusiastically as they each gave her a kiss on the cheek. They then noticed the twins and gasped in astonishment. "Mommy, you're feeding both!" Adara exclaimed as she took a closer at her sisters and Orion climbed on the bed to give each one a kiss.

I grinned. "Yes, and they're very hungry," I said as Delly approached me.

"How are you feeling, Katniss?" was the first thing she asked as she smiled at me.

"I'm tired, but the twins are keeping my spirits up," I told her.

"Well, I better get back to work, but I'll come back to check up on you later, and I'll take a few weeks off to help you with the kids," my mother said as she was getting ready to leave the room.

"Thanks, Mom," I said earnestly as she smiled encouragingly at me and said goodbye to us before she closed the door behind her.

"I'm glad you're getting closer to her," Delly noted after my mother had left the room.

"She wants to be closer to her grandchildren," I explained. I looked over at Peeta. His eyes were transfixed on my breasts as the twins gulped the milk loudly. I rolled my eyes. He had no shame. At least Delly didn't seem to notice, since the kids were also staring at me; but that was only because they were so fascinated with the twins.

"Your babies are beautiful," Delly gushed.

"Thank you, Delly," I beamed proudly.

Peeta

We went home after a few days, and even Haymitch had come to see the twins. He laughed at me when I told him about the double breastfeeding. Okay, so I was slightly jealous of the twins, but not in a bad way or anything. Just in a "babies are so lucky" kind of way. I had almost forgotten that Katniss preferred breastfeeding. It made me feel like I'd been lying to myself all along; here I was thinking she was all mine, and as soon as she starts breastfeeding, I realize my children were the true owners and I'll be lucky if they share. I thought about this as I baked a batch of brownies at the bakery; as soon as they were finished, I would go home and take them for dessert.

"Hey, boss, are you making special brownies?" Rye asked me curiously as I worked on the mix. Leven was working at the front counter as Rye frosted cakes.

I frowned. "What do you mean by 'special brownies,' Rye?" I asked.

He grinned. "Well, some of my friends go crazy and put drugs in them so that they can get high, but Leven and I aren't into that stuff, so we made up a new recipe that works just the same but without the pot," he explained.

My eyes widened. "What sorts of things do you put in them?" I inquired.

"Oh, you know… brown sugar and such. I can help you prepare it if you want. Your kids will be extremely hyper, but they'll crash faster, and at least you'll be able keep up with them if you have some too," he suggested. "It's really fun," he added.

I thought about that. Brownies would make them hyper already, so how much worse could it be? "My wife will kill me, though, and my mother-in-law will help her finish me off if she finds out. She's a doctor, and she already disapproves of all the bread I give the kids. She says it's bad for them," I explained.

Rye laughed. "Wow, all those women in your house will be the end of you, Mr. Mellark," he joked.

I sighed. "I guess you're right…oh what the heck. Let's bake these special brownies. Maybe it'll cheer up my wife, she's been tired and grouchy lately," I said.

Rye chuckled. "Sir, yes sir," he mocked. I rolled my eyes. If women didn't end me, my crazy employees would.

Katniss

I was exhausted. The twins fed every two to three hours, and if it wasn't for my mother's help, I would never get anything done. As it was, she had dinner ready and we had the house cleaned and the babies asleep by the time Adara, Orion, and Peeta arrived home. Peeta was carrying a brown paper bag, which I presumed was the dessert I had asked him to bake this morning. We still had plenty of cheese buns, so he hadn't brought a batch of that home today. He had a mischievous grin on his face as the kids rushed into the house to get ready for dinner. I instantly knew he was up to something, but I didn't say anything, since my mother was there.

"Guess what I baked for dessert?" he asked the kids as we all settled down to eat at the table.

"Cupcakes?" Adara suggested hopefully. Peeta shook his head.

"Oreos?" Orion guessed. Peeta shook his head again.

"Pies?" Adara guessed again.

"Brownies," I said knowingly as Peeta winked at me.

"Good grief, this whole family is in danger of being diagnosed with Type Two Diabetes," my mother said disapprovingly. "Imagine if the kids were allergic to gluten!" she joked.

Peeta frowned and turned to me for help. "Mom, we don't feed them that much bread," I said defensively. "Peeta is a baker, and he likes pleasing the kids. Besides, I'm the one who asked him to bake brownies; I've been craving them for a while now," I said.

"Well, just be careful," she told me. "Orion, eat your broccoli, dear," she added. Orion wrinkled his nose in disgust, but obeyed. He knew his grandmother would not take no for an answer.

"Just think, the faster you finish your veggies, the faster we'll have dessert!" Peeta added encouragingly. My mother frowned at him, and he gulped. I looked down at my plate and tried hard not to laugh.

Soon, it was time for dessert, which my mother promptly turned down, saying that she would check on the twins and then retire early to bed. I nodded, telling her that Peeta would take the night shift today. Peeta gave me a panicked look. "Peeta, I have some milk in the refrigerator; you just need to heat it up and give it to the twins when they cry," I reassured him, and he seemed to relax.

"Daddy, these brownies are so good!" Adara said as she took a bite.

"Yummy brownies!" Orion added in agreement as I tried one myself. They were quite delectable. Peeta must have made up a new recipe. He gave us a knowing look. I wondered what he had put in them.

Peeta

The kids went insane. They literally started bouncing off the walls as they giggled and ran around the house like a bunch of gremlins. I chased after them as Katniss tried to keep the twins under the control; she had to breastfeed them again so that they would go back to sleep. "Peeta, send the kids to bed, the twins will never rest with all this chaos!" she exclaimed.

"Daddy, look, me dance!" Orion said as he danced on the table. He pulled his pants down and mooned me. Okay, I did not teach him that….did I?

"Orion, get down from there!" I yelled at him as I carried him down.

"Daddy, I drew something!" Adara showed me a drawing of two stick figures holding hands, with hearts floating all over them. "It's me and Hunter!" she said shyly.

"Honey, you're too young for that," I said firmly. No daughter of mine would become a Hawthorne. "All right, that's it you two, time for bed; you have school tomorrow." I ordered. They groaned in protest as I led them to their bedrooms and made sure that they got ready for bed. I tucked them in, kissed them goodnight, and turned off the lights as they fell instantly asleep. At least Rye had been right about the crashing part.

I then went to bed, where Katniss was already waiting for me. I crawled in behind her as I pulled up the blankets and wrapped my arms around her. She smelled like babies and breast milk, but she was warm and soft against my body. I kissed her shoulder. "I miss you," I said hoarsely.

"Peeta, you know we have to wait forty days. Besides, I'm tired and sore. You don't know what it's like; everything hurts," she mumbled sleepily.

I sighed. "I know, and I understand. But did you at least like the brownies I made?" I asked her hopefully.

I could sense her smiling, even though it was dark and she wasn't facing me. "What did you put in them, Peeta?" she asked half accusingly, half teasingly.

"Some secret ingredient that Rye came up with," I responded playfully.

She tensed. "Are you serious? You fed our kids something that Rye made up?" she asked, annoyed.

"Don't worry, it's perfectly safe. Besides, they already crashed, and I just thought we could use some extra energy," I assured her as I wrapped my hand around her breast.

"Peeta," she moaned.

"Hmm?" I asked as I began to trail kisses down her spine.

"You're going to tempt me, and we can't do this," she whined. Just then, I heard the babies crying. "That's your cue," she said triumphantly. "You know what to do."

I groaned as I left her side and headed downstairs to retrieve the bottles. I opened up the refrigerator, and found numerous milk containers. How was I supposed to know which were the right ones? I shrugged as I picked up two small bottles and sipped them. The milk was thin and sweet, so I figured this was it.

"Peeta, what are you doing?" I heard Katniss ask suspiciously.

I flipped around in alarm and blushed. "Sorry, I just wasn't sure if it was the right milk. Wait, what are doing here, you're supposed to be in bed," I asked accusingly.

She crossed her arms in irritation. "You were taking too long. And stop drinking my breast milk; it's for Rose and Rue. I'll heat it up; you go upstairs and check up on them, I'll be right up," she ordered.

I snorted. "Why don't you just breastfeed them, since you're up? Or even better, you feed one, and I'll feed another. Poor babies, they just want your boobs," I shook my head sadly.

She glared at me. "Oh, shut up, Peeta. You're just jealous because you can't have any. And I'm sure they're not the only ones that want my boobs," she pointed out, looking down at my pants.

I looked down, wondering how I had gotten so excited. I grinned. "You know you want it, you know you want it, you know you want my bosco stick," I taunted as I thrust my hips.

She rolled her eyes, and we soon heard a loud wailing. Katniss gave me a look, and I took the hint and ran upstairs. The twins' room was across from ours, and they slept in the same crib, since it seemed to keep them happy. "There, there, Rue, Rue, Rue, Rue," I chanted as I picked her up. Rose was sucking her fist, looking angrily at me as Rue continued to cry. I checked her diaper, and, sure enough, she needed a change, so I put her back down beside Rose. As I was changing her diaper, Katniss walked in behind me and handed me a bottle while she picked up Rose. I picked up Rue without thinking, looking distractedly at Katniss as she lifted her shirt so that she could feed Rose while she sat on the rocking chair. Suddenly, I felt a warm liquid trail down my shirt as I realized that I had forgotten to put a diaper on Rue. Katniss looked at me and laughed.

"Nice going, Peeta. It looks like you're the one who needs to change and not her. Somebody had a little accident," she sang.

I flushed in embarrassment as I put Rue back down so that I could put a diaper on her. I then took my shirt off and tossed it aside as I picked her back up so that I could feed her with the bottle. But it was useless; she simply wasn't hungry, and so she kept crying, getting more and more upset each time.

"Katniss, what should I do?" I asked her desperately as I rocked furious Rue in my arms.

She hesitated. "I'm not sure, Peeta. She should be hungry. Keep trying to feed her the bottle." So I did, but she refused to take it. She kept turning her head away in frustration.

"She has your temper, Katniss," I noted.

Katniss frowned. "Maybe she just doesn't like the nipple; I mean, it's the same milk," she suggested.

"Do you have another one?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No, I don't," she said.

I smirked. "Then she probably wants your nipple, Katniss," I teased.

"Very funny, Peeta…but you're probably right, let me just finish feeding Rose," she said.

Just as I was about to protest, I felt something small and wet on my chest, and I looked down in surprise to see Rue sucking my peck. I pulled her away in astonishment, and she began to cry again, so I held her against my chest once more. Katniss burst out laughing.

"She likes your nipple too!" she exclaimed.

I grimaced, unsure what to make of this. "Katniss, I don't have any milk; this isn't fair to Rue," I protested, but she only laughed harder.

"I'm sorry Peeta; it's just that it's too funny! Here, how about we trade? You finish feeding Rose with the bottle, and I'll take Rue," she suggested. I nodded, so she then unlatched Rose away from her breast and took Rue instead. I gave Rose the bottle, and she took it just as willingly.

"Rose is nice, like me," I said as I grinned at her. Rose's blue eyes blinked sleepily in response.

"She reminds me of Prim," Katniss whispered softly as she fed Rue.

"And who does Rue remind you of?" I asked.

Katniss smiled fondly as she looked lovingly at Rue. "Rue loves music. Like me. And like the original Rue," she said, and then she began to sing the meadow song. "Deep in the meadow, under the willow, A bed of grass, a soft green pillow, Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, And when again they open, the sun will rise…" she trailed off as the twins instantly fell asleep and we placed them back on the crib, side by side.

Katniss

Peeta's eyes began to water. "Peeta, are you crying?" I asked in astonishment.

"No," he lied as he broke down and sobbed. I looked at him in concern, wondering if I had five kids instead of four. I often wondered if I was Peeta's mother as well as his wife. But that was impossible. So how was it that I always had to be the strong one?

"Come on, Peeta, let's go to bed. We need to sleep, and we don't want to wake up the twins," I said. He nodded, and we headed as we headed to our bed, I asked him what was wrong.

"They're just so beautiful," he cried. "You, the babies, all of our children…it's just too much, Katniss, more than I could have ever asked for; I love you so much, you know that?" he said between tears as he laid down the bed and I tucked him in like a small child. I laid my head on his bare chest; his shirt had been forgotten in the twin's room.

"Peeta, I thought you wanted this," I reminded him.

"I did, I mean, I do. I just didn't imagine it would be this wonderful," he sobbed. I frowned, wondering if the "special brownies" had made him so sentimental.

"Peeta, are you sure this has nothing to do with what you put in those brownies?" I asked him skeptically.

"What? No! It can't be….could it? Are you doubting my love?" he asked, hurt.

"Oh no, of course not, Peeta, I would never do that! It is Rye's baking recipes that I don't trust. You don't usually have these breakdowns, and you know that the tracker jacker venom messes with your nerves," I said patiently.

"Katniss is it true that we're never having sex again?" he asked all of a sudden.

"What? Didn't you hear anything I just said?" I asked, annoyed.

"Yes, but at the hospital you said you wanted me to…" he began.

"Peeta, I was giving birth, of course I didn't mean that!" I interrupted him.

"Oh…can we at least mess around a little?" he begged.

I hesitated. "I don't know, Peeta, I'm not really in the mood, I just want to rest, you know?"

"Katniss, I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle this," he admitted.

"What do you mean? You've waited longer than this," I reminded him.

"Yes, but…this is different, I want you so much," he whispered. "It's like I'm dying of thirst in the middle of the ocean," he concluded sadly.

"Peeta, don't be so dramatic. Just think, only a month from today, and we'll be able to make love again," I said cheerfully, and with that, we drifted off to sleep.

Peeta

One month later, I attacked her. Okay, not like that. I wasn't angry or anything. I had been keeping a calendar, counting down the days, waiting eagerly for my chance. And then, finally, that wonderful day arrived. The day my monster, sorry, my mother-in-law, left the house, and Katniss had recuperated from giving birth. She was in the shower, not knowing what was coming. It was early in the morning, and the kids were still asleep. I peeled off my clothes and climbed into the shower beside her. She was rinsing her hair, so she hadn't seen my coming.

"Come to finish me off, Sweetheart?" I murmured into her ear. She jumped as she turned towards me in shock.

"Peeta!" she yelled in surprise.

"Today is the day," I grinned.

"What?" she asked confused.

"The Hunger Games begin now, may the odds be ever in your favor," I announced dramatically, and I picked her up and wrapped her legs around my hips as the warm water ran down our skin.

"Peeta, what are you talking about, that's not funny," she protested.

"I know; I'm talking about our hunger games, Katniss. The hunger that you first felt when you kissed me in the cave when it was raining, remember when you told me about that?" I asked as I looked into her eyes.

"Yes," she breathed. "And at the beach too," she murmured.

I beamed triumphantly. "Well, now it's been twenty years later, and you still drive me crazy," I said as I leaned in to kiss her.

"Peeta," she gasped as she pushed me aside momentarily, "I still feel that hunger too."

"I know," I said. And with that, I thrust into her deeply as she cried out my name, again and again, until the warm water ran out and we lay exhausted and soaked on our bed sheets, watching the sun rise from our bedroom window. It was moments like these that made everything worth it.

The End

A/N- Well, that's it! Sorry that last scene was so short, but I've been working on this all day, and I have to go to bed now, and I wanted to finish this, so yeah. Anyways, the next sequel will have more jokes in it, but I hope you guys enjoyed this one! Did you guys get the Hunger Games reference? Yeah, Peeta, is a crazy fan girl like us, he can't wait until the Hunger Games, hehe ;) Please review and let me know how you guys liked this chapter!