A/N: Hola Amigos! Here's chapter fourteen for y'all! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.

Warnings: Mpreg. Sorry, I had to. I understand if I lose some readers because of this but it's where I orginally wanted this fic to go and I want to stick with it. A big thank you for reading anyway. You're all awesome ^_^

Chapter Fourteen: A family

Peeta: Finnick's house in the suburbs: Ten minutes later

The smell of the food alone made my stomach churn and I held my fist up to my mouth to stop myself from having to return to the bathroom. I pushed the plate of toast away from myself. There was still a persistant ache in my lower abdamon but it didn't feel as awful as it had last night.

Finnick sighed and pushed the plate back towards me. "Eat," he said.

"No," I replied. "If I do, it's just going to come back up." I slid the plate back across the table. "Now tell me what you did to me last night."

"Just a touch of science," Finnick replied vaguely, taking the plate and dumping the uneaten toast into the bin.

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Over the years I've been working on a special serum that would make my goals achieveable," Finnick explained. "The Mafia gave me the space I needed when I agreed to come and trouble you when they held you captive. They had a giant laboratory with every piece of apparatus under the sun."

I frowned. "What did the serum you were working on do?"

Finnick gestured with his hand for me to follow him into the living room. I took his hand and he helped me up, guiding me to the sofa. I was a little apprehensive over what exactly he was about to tell me. Perching on the edge of the coffee table, Finnick smiled softly and took my hands into his. "How do you feel about children Peeta?" he asked.

"Children? As in kids in general or . . . what?" I asked cautiously.

"As in someday having children," Finnick clarified. "Having a family with me."

"With you? Never," I answered. "How would you know how to treat children? You live off abuse Finnick."

Finnick chuckled and shook his head. "I would never hurt a child, I save that for you. It's always been a dream of mine ever since I met you to settle down and have a family with you."

The thought startled me. When I first realized that I was in love with Cato, many things ran through my head. Images of us settling down together, having Jennifer and Josh over every weekend, maybe adopting a baby of our own, my own personal heaven.

But with Finnick? I couldn't image Finnick being the 'settling down type'. When I was a prostitute I always saw Finnick as the big bad man who'd come alone once or twice a week to ruin my life. I thought his future was forever set on his dominatrix life. Never once did it pass through my mind that Finnick Odair's dream was to settle down and have a family. Certainly not with me.

"So . . . what? You're going to adopt?" I asked.

Finnick's smile widened. "How beautiful do you think our child would be if both our genes helped make it?"

"Surrogate?" I frowned.

Somehow my confusion was amusing Finnick. He kissed our joined hands and rested his forehead on them. "No, I mean, how beautiful do you think a baby would be if you carried it?" he enquired. He looked up at me and his emerald eyes gleamed. "Speaking hypatheically, of course."

"It wouldn't work," I answered. "Hypatheically or not, there's no way a man can carry a baby."

"Anything can happen hypathecially," Finnick replied. "Tell me, how beautiful?"

"I don't . . . I don't know," I said, confused.

"I guess we'll find out in nine months then," Finnick said quietly. I frowned. Something told me where ever this was going was not good. I shifted uncomfortably on the sofa.

"What?" I asked.

"The serum I developed was a redirectory drug that rearranges the insides of a man to make their body habitable for a fetus," Finnick explained. "Very painful but worth it." He stood up and led me to the full length mirror on the wall. I hadn't looked at myself in the mirror since Finnick took me and I really didn't want to. "Making the baby able to grow in the male's body and, once it's time for the baby to be born, they get a C-section."

"Doesn't make sense though because life is created through a sperm cell meeting with a female's egg. Men don't have eggs so it doesn't work," I answered. "Unless my high school science teacher was wrong."

"But what if you could implant an egg into the serum liquid that has the genes of the man carrying it? That would grow in the body once the body was habitable. Of course, someone would have to fuck said man immediately to get the sperm needed for the baby to grow," Finnick explained.

"Your point being?" I replied.

"Enobaria gave me the completed product last night," Finnick emphasized.

My eyes widened in horror. "You didn't . . ." I trailed off as I stared at myself in the mirror. Finnick smirked and wound his arms around my waist, resting his hands on my abdamon. "I'm not . . ."

"I did," he whispered in response. "And you are."

"But it's impossible," I protested. It couldn't be right. It was scientifically impossible. Biologically impossible. It went against the laws of evolution!

I looked completely normal, nothing out of the ordinary at all. Finnick had to be lying. He just had to be. There was no way . . . no way at all . . . right?

"Not anymore it's not. Aren't you so lucky your owner is so smart?" Finnick purred. "Imagine it, a baby. We're going to start a family together."

"If you wanted a baby so desperately couldn't you have carried it?!" I'd be lying if I said I wasn't panicking. My breathing had became short and fast, my heart beating like a jackrabbit's. I was no longer carrying myself, I was caring for another life now. Whatever happened me for the next nine months would also affect whatever the hell was growing inside me right now as well.

"Because this is what's going to keep you with me," Finnick whispered. His breath tickled my ear and I shivered. "You're carrying our child now. Never mind a legal contract of ownership, you wouldn't want your baby to grow up without one of its parents would you?"

I couldn't believe it. I was actually stunned into silence. Because he was right. One of the things I had never wanted for my children was for them to grow up without knowing who I was, that's why Katniss convinced Alma not to make me work 24 hours a day seven days a week.

"Plus I think you'd look pretty sexy with a baby bump," Finnick murmered. His hands tightened on my abdamon-where this baby was supposedly growing-and my head spun. I felt like I was trapped in some sort of Twilight zone. I was going to wake up in a minute, I had to.

My eyes rolled behind my head and my body dropped like stone as I passed out. The last thing I register before I slowly slip out of conciousness is Finnick's arms holding me tight to prevent me from hitting the floor.

I wasn't out long. I think it was more of a black out than an actual passing out. Maybe I was out for about a minute or two. When my eyes fluttered open again Finnick was looming over me in concern. He'd laid me down on the coffee table and was checking my pulse. "You okay?" he asked.

"Please tell me I passed out in the kitchen and the last fifteen minutes have been a dream," I muttered. Finnick smiled and smoothed my hair back from my face. My heart felt like a caged bird, fluttering frantically, desperate to be freed.

"Nope," he said. "You're pregnant baby."

I nearly passed out again. Finnick gently slapped my cheeks to keep me awake. "I can't be," I whispered. "It doesn't work like that . . . not even science . . . it's just not . . ." Finnick silenced me by pressing his finger to my lips.

"Sssh," he soothed. "Don't get worked up. Stress is not good for the fetus."

"F-f-fetus," I murmered. The room was spinning and I felt light headed. "B-baby."

Finnick nodded, beaming like a lottery winner, and rested his hands against my stomach. "How does it feel to know you're creating new life?" he asked.

"Fucking sick," I answered. "This is crazy. I got to be dreaming. You can't just work on a couple of test tube experiments and be able to make a man pregnant!" Finnick smiled softly and rested his head against my abdamon, right over where this 'baby' should be growing.

"You're going to make a brilliant father," he murmered.

A wave of nausea hit me and I groaned. "I'm going to be sick," I said. Finnick snatched up a bin and pulled me into a sitting postion on the table. He wedged the bin between my knees and I hung my head over the edge into it. My stomach was churning and it felt like something was forcing it's way up my throat but wasn't quite making it all the way.

Finnick ran his fingers through my hair, pushing back the curls that hung around my face when I threw up more stomach acid. He murmered sweet nothings into my ear as I retched. Tears sprung in my eyes as my throat began to burn. "You're going to be alright sweetie, we're going to be okay."

"Why did you do this?" I asked quietly. "Why did you do this to me?"

"Because I wanted to give you a family," Finnick answered.

"I have a family." My two beautiful children, Katniss, Cato, even Clove, were my family. Finnick laughed and shook his head.

"I don't mean them," he said. "I mean a proper family. A family that isn't a mess."

"My family isn't a mess," I snapped, pulling away from the bin and letting it drop to the floor. "They're perfect." Finnick smiled again with a look in his eyes that said, 'Oh poor, naive little Peeta.'

"A marriage based on the fact you knocked the woman up? Years spent as a prostitute? A sex addicted wife? Cheating on your wife with a man? Then divorcing your wife for said man, even though he's a violent idiot? Yes, that sounds very perfect," Finnick replied.

His words rattled something inside me and I felt a 'papa bear desperate to protect his cubs' instinct growing inside me. "You know what? Yes, it does," I snapped. "I did not marry Katniss because she got pregnant with Jennifer, I married her because I did love her at one point in my life. Her getting pregnant reminded me of how much I did love her, so we got married! And you of all people should know to never throw my life as a prostitute in my fucking face! You know it was because we needed the money-"

"Don't forget who provided most of that money," Finnick reminded. I scowled at him and he quirked an eyebrow at me, telling me to continue.

"And I'm sure you know that Johanna poisoned Katniss with what ever the fuck she gave her when they were friends," I continued. "And that's why she developed her sex addiction, or did she not share that little detail with you?"

Finnick smirked. "She told me."

"And how dare you talk about my cheating on Katniss!" I snapped. "My relationship with Katniss was rocky. I knew it, she knew it. Her mind was clouded with arousal and she couldn't keep her hands off me-"

"Can you blame her?" Finnick interuppted.

"Oh my god, seriously?!" I exclaimed. Finnick shrugged and winked. "Anyway, in the end everything was just leading up to my meeting Cato. It was inevitable and I'm glad it happened. I tried to stay loyal to Katniss but I loved Cato more. Plus, I didn't divorce her, she divorced me thank you very much. Because she wanted me to be happy! Unlike some people!"

I was right up in Finnick's face now, fuming with anger. Everything was just becoming so hard to handle. What with being kidnapped and offically recorded as Finnick's property, to being somehow inpregnated-I was still wrapping my head around that one-by him, to him insulting my family. It was only a matter of time before I lost the plot.

"And I can't believe you are such a hypocrite to have the gall to call Cato a violent idiot! Have you looked yourself in the mirror recently?" I asked. "The amount of times you've hit me, beat me, whipped me, smacked me, and scarred me and you think Cato's the violent one? He never hurt me unless I asked him to and frankly, when he hits me during sex, I actually like it unlike when you did. You know why? I trust him and I love him! You know what love is right? That emotion people get when they gueninely care about each other and protect each other to the end of the earth? Of course you don't because you believe that whatever the hell you feel towards me is fucking love when I have no idea what the hell it is-"

I yelped as Finnick wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap. "Keep going baby," he murmered huskily, "let it all out."

I paused, wondering why he was letting me scream at him. Something hard pressed against my crotch as he held me close to him and I groaned. "Oh please tell me this isn't getting you off."

"It's your fault," Finnick replied, nestling his head in the crook of my neck. "You're so hot when you're angry."

"Oh joy," I said sarcastically. "I try and get a point across and you fucking get turned on."

"So, when Cato hits you," Finnick murmered, tracing patterns on the small of my back, "you like it?" I bit my lip, regretting mentioning that at all. I don't think that much when I'm angry and words just pour out of my mouth. "Now that doesn't sound like you at all."

"Yes, I do like it," I said. "But emphasis on the Cato part of that equation."

"We really should fix that," Finnick purred. "I'm going to have to get you to be able to scream my name again, not his." He pressed his hand harder against me, his fingers splayed out on my back, pushing me flush against him.

"Never going to happen," I growled at him.

"You think that," he replied. "But I'll soon fix that. Once the baby is born I'll probably go back to my apartment and get some of my equipment back."

"Oh how considerate of you," I said, still not fully believeing that I was pregnant. "What you gonna do until then? Put your right hand into more use than usual?"

"Har de har har," Finnick replied dryly. "You do realize that you are able to have sex even when you're pregnant? All the same rules apply if you were a woman."

"But I'm not a woman," I contradicted.

Finnick smiled. "You'd make a hot woman," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "Completely not the point."

Sighing, Finnick rolled his eyes too. "I know, I know," he replied. "We should be celebrating."

"What?" I frowned.

"Your pregnancy of course," he said. "The serum was designed to never fail." His eyes twinkled as he stared at me happily. I felt sick again. I could practically feel the blood drain from my face. Finnick saw this too and pulled my head down so my chin rested against his shoulder. "Ssh, baby, it's alright, everything's going to be okay. We're going to be a family." He rocked me back and forth as if he was already holding the baby in his arms.

A family.

A family.

A family with Finnick.

A baby.

A child.

Then it finally sank in.

I was pregnant.

A/N: If you have any questions on how Finnick got Peeta pregnant, feel free to ask. I tried to cover everything but if you're still confused just ask me :-)

Teaser:

"Cato, we need to take him to the police," Clove frowned. "Get him arrested."

"No," I said through gritted teeth. "Getting arrested isn't enough for the sick fucker. He deserves to suffer the way he's made Peeta suffer."

Clove didn't like the sound of that. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, when I catch him, I'm going to make him suffer." I turned to look my collegue in the eye. "And nothing nor no one is going to stop me."

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