I remember

Hey again!

So here's another update to this story! Guys, this is serious now: I really, really need baby names. So far I've had 1 review. ONE review on what baby names I should have. So far the names that are winning, (With ONE vote each) are Lily for a girl and Grant for a boy. I really like these names, thanks to the reviewer, but I need even MORE ideas.

PLEASE REVIEW!

Anyway, thanks, rant over, let's get on with the story.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own THG. We all know this by now.

Katniss POV

I can't believe it, to be honest.

It's so weird; one day I was skinny as ever, the next...

But it feels kinda nice.

All of a sudden, I feel really... excited. Oh my God. Peeta will be so happy when he gets home. I can't wait to see his face when he sees our baby for the first time!

I sit down looking at my stomach for a while before I realise... I'm hungry again. It's really annoying, that I constantly want to eat. Peeta finds it 'adorable' but I don't know what he's gonna find 'adorable' when I'm 9 months pregnant and ready to pop.

I go downstairs and put some toast in the toaster. I haven't seen Haymitch in a while. In fact, I don't think I've seen him since Delly and my mom's trials ended. I hope he's OK. He's been pretty good recently. Staying off alcohol, I mean. And in his own weird way, I think he does love me and Peeta. Kinda like... we're his children. I guess he did get us out of two games. And a rebellion. Alive. Well, just about, anyway.

*POP*

The sound of the toaster popping brings me back to my senses. I better go check on him... see if he's doing fine. I've been suspicious about him for a while, but not for a reason that I'd normally associate with Haymitch. I have a feeling, and Peeta does too, that... him and Effie... might have... more of a relationship than me and Peeta originally thought. They've been sighted together, wandering around 12. If I'm completely honest, when Effie wears no makeup, or one of those stupid huge wigs, she actually looks kinda...

Pretty.

I decide to go over, just to see if Haymitch is OK. You never know really.

I grab my coat and shove my comfy boots on. I mentally steel myself for what could possibly greet me... as I said, you never know. And I walk out my front door.

It isn't far. He lives in the house opposite us in what used to be Victor's Village. It's now called Willow Boulevard. Originally they wanted to call it Primrose Lane, but I said no for... obvious reasons. But I think Willow Boulevard suits it better. It reminds me of... them, without causing me too much pain.

I walk over to Haymitch's house and peer in the window. It looks... fairly decent, for once. Decent by his standards anyway. I shrug and walk over to the front door. The doorbell is still broken. Sighing, I rap on the heavy oak door. No answer. I wait a minute, patiently, then bang on the door again. No answer. Not even a small noise. Annoyed now, I hit the door harder, but there is still no reply. The door is open, so I push it and walk inside. No big deal. Haymitch does it to us all the time.

"Haymitch?"

No noise at all.

"Haymitch, are you here?"

I listen closely and hear a small banging noise from upstairs.

God's sake.

"Haymitch, I can hear you. I'm coming up, so you better be decent."

I begin my ascent up his stairs, and hear a few more banging noises. Jesus, what on earth is he doing?

I reach the landing. I hear a bit more banging. Its coming from his bedroom. Oh God, what has he done to himself now. Has he really hurt himself? Paralyzed himself? Or even worse, has he killed himself-

Katniss. Get it together and shut. The. Fuck. UP.

I take a breath and push his bedroom door open.

"Haymitch I- JESUS CHRIST! HAYMITCH, WHAT- EFFIE!? WHAT IN HELLS' NAME ARE YOU TWO DOING?"

10 minutes later...

"Ugh... Yeah, sorry 'bout that sweetheart."

"All I can say is at least you had the bedsheets over you!"

Effie looks sheepish. "Yeah, sorry dear."

Haymitch looks pissed. "Well, you could have fuckin' knocked."

"I did! Three times! You are so missing the point. You could have fucking knocked her up! What would you have done then?"

"Bit rich coming from you, sweetheart." He says, indicating my slightly swollen stomach.

"That's different We're married!"

Effie turns to me. "Katniss, I don't really understand why you're so worked up. We are older than you, and we can make our own choices I think you'll find."

I sigh and decide to back down. All this stress is NOT good for the baby.

"OK... sorry. I want say ANY more about it. But... next time, can you just... make sure that I don't catch you in the act?"

Peeta POV

I stifle a yawn as I knead more bread dough. Rye looks at me.

"You OK bro?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Just tired, that's all."

"Fake leg rubbing?"

"Yeah, a little bit."

I go back to kneading, and thinking of Katniss. I can't wait til I see her later. I also can't wait until she starts showing - that'll be so cool! I'll be able to see our baby properly. I'm just about to think about what I want to do to Katniss when I get home when-

"How far along is Katniss?" Rye asks. I turn around to face him, brushing flour off my hands.

"About three months."

"Wow. That went quick. Only... 6 months left! Then I'll be uncle Rye!"

I laugh at his childishness, even though he's older than me. He was always younger than me at heart, anyway.

The bell rings as someone enters the bakery.

"I'll get it," I say to Rye. We have more people that help out making the bread, but it's normally me or Rye that gets the customers.

I walk out and see a young woman standing at the counter. I haven't seen her around before. She has longish blonde hair, in a braid down her back. I smile slightly, as it reminds me of how Katniss wears her hair. She's wearing a really... short top that shows lots of her belly. She has really, really blue eyes.

"Hey."

"Hi. Welcome to the Mellark family bakery. How may I help you?"

"Um... could I have... two white loaves please?"

"Sure."

I hand her the loaves, but I notice that she is staring at me closely. Her eyes widen before she says, "Oh my God.! Peeta Mellark! The one that got hit by a car!"

I sigh heavily. "Yep, that's me." Is this where she starts trying to hit on me?

"Are you OK? I saw what happened to you on TV."

Fortunately, she doesn't try to get my attention in other ways, so she pays and then leaves. I glance at the clock. 5:00 already? Better get home.

"I'm off!" I shout to the back of the bakery, and get a hollered "OK!" back.

I set off walking home.

Katniss POV

I look at the clock. 5:05. Peeta will be home any minute.

I guess you could say I was a bit... mean.

I've put on the tightest t-shirt I could find, just so Peeta knows as soon as he walks in.

Peeta POV

I walk in the door, out of the cold. I shake the moisture from my hair, and shout,

"Hey Babe!"

Then I saw her.

Oh my God, I saw her.

Both of them.

She walked through the kitchen and smiled at me, hands on hips.

"What is it, Peeta?" She said, grinning in her mischievous way.

My jaw dropped as I ran to take my beautiful wife and growing child in my arms.

I know, I'm sorry. That got a bit fluffy at the end, but I thought it was sweet :)

REVIEWS! BABY NAMES! Please, I'm in actual desperate need. OK, first person to review suggestions gets to PICK THE NAMES AND GETS A SNEAKPEAK INTO WHAT HAPPENS NEXT! Make sure you are signed in though, so I can PM you with your 'reward'.

OMG I'm so evil ;)

KatnissTrisBella xxx