A/N: Oh, you guys. You make me laugh so hard and smile 'till it hurts. And yeah, I do need to start editing better. Thongs instead of things gets me every time...

Bt-dubs—Anyone buy Hunger Games on DVD yet? I wanted to, but I'm poor right now...

noellestarr: Yeah, the last chapter will probably be the one where she says yes. If it's not, it'll be second-to-last and there'll be an epilogue of them with kids. I'm not sure yet, since I'm determined to squeeze fifty chapters out of this. :)

There's a bit of language in this chapter. And a lot of awkwardness that almost makes me regret posting. Plus Flustered Peeta and Confused Peeta pretty much dominate this chapter.

"Katniss, what if you were pregnant?"

"What do you mean 'what if I was pregnant', Peeta?" She demands, clenching the District 3 roll in her hand like she's going to throw it at me.

"Would it really be so bad if you were pregnant?" I take a bite of my own roll. I ordered them from the Capitol, and when Katniss found out she got mad at me for not asking for her favourite soup.

"We've been over this. I don't want children."

"Katniss," I whine, stealing some of her exasperation for a moment. "Just pretend for a minute that you do. Would being pregnant really be that bad?"

"Yes," She says stubbornly, tilting her chin up. For some reason, it makes me smile. She's been making me smile for years. "I'd be fat and hungry and miserable all the time. And then I'd feel terrible and hardly even be able to stand up on my own."

"I think part of the reason you don't want kids is because you're scared of being pregnant."

Katniss huffs indignantly. "Why would I be scared of being pregnant?" Her eyes are angry, but there's something underneath her sharp gaze that looks petrified.

"I'm not sure," I comment, taking another roll. "Why would you be?"

"I know what you're trying to do, Peeta." She scowls, clenching her roll again.

"Yeah?"

"You're trying to coerce me into telling you why I'm scared of having kids and being pregnant, but it's not gonna work." Katniss finishes, chomping down her roll and staring out the window.

"So you are scared." I point out.

Katniss glowers at me. "I'm going hunting."

"I'll be making a phone call, then." I say, but the house is empty.

The Capitol has surprisingly fast delivery.

"What the hell is that, Peeta?"

I wince. "It's a fake baby stomach."

"What are you planning to do, get me to fake being pregnant for a day?" Katniss is staring at me in half-shock, half-anger.

"Yes?" I ran out of useable ideas a long time ago. The last few I had was just instances I took advantage of.

She glowers at me and straps it on over her shirt. "Alright. Let's go."

I stare at her in surprise. It wasn't supposed to be that easy. This is Katniss. "What?"

Katniss throws herself on the couch and starts groaning like she's in pain. "Peeta!"

"Yes, Katniss?"

"Get me some Cinnamon buns."

"Do I get a 'please'?"

"No. Go get them."

I hesitate, but check the cupboards. "We're out."

Katniss glares at me from over the back of the couch. "Peeta, you got me pregnant." No, I didn't. "Either hurry up and make me some or go buy some from that kid and his baker family."

"Deffon?"

"I don't care what his name is, just get me some!"

I wince again as she yells, promise to be right back, and run to the bakery as fast as I can go.

"Hi," I pant. "Can I get a dozen Cinnamon buns please?"

"You look like you're in a hurry," Deffon's dad beams. "Need them for a party or something?"

"No, Katniss wants some."

"Ah." He says, and there's a twinkle in his eye like he's remembering his first year of marriage. "Is that a dozen or a baker's dozen?"

"A baker's dozen, just to be safe." I take the bag and hurry back home. When I slam open the door, Katniss is sitting contentedly with her fake belly.

"Oh, you're back. You can just leave those on the counter, I'm not hungry anymore." She hums a little. Katniss doesn't hum.

"What?" I demand, jerking my head up.

"I'm not hungry; come sit." Katniss pats the cushion beside her, putting down a bag of peppermints.

I sit next to her cautiously. Something about the way she's looking at me is making me wary. Katniss regards me like she's figuring out the best way to attack.

And then she does, lips locking on mine like she's starving. She tastes like peppermints and freedom. For some reason, this reminds me of the banquet before the Quarter Quell; all the soups that tasted like impossible things and all the food she kept passing back to me.

Katniss pulls back and then smiles like she's won some sort of prize. She settles against my chest, letting out a contended hum. This isn't like her at all. Katniss may have had to fake being in love with me once, but I don't remember her being this great at acting. Although she had even me believing it, maybe I was just too blinded by love to see it.

"Peeta, do we have any gum?"

"No..." I tense, awaiting orders.

"Well, then why are you sitting here? Go get me some gum!"

"What kind do you want?" I ask, caressing her face. She bats my hand away.

"The fruity kind. Go!"

When I get back, she's decided she wants Cinnamon buns after all and is happily chowing down. I sigh, putting the gum on the counter next to her.

"This is really good. How come your's don't taste like this?"

I can feel my nose twitch. I thought she loved my baking. Katniss tells me everyday that my Cheese Buns are the best things she's ever tasted.

"They use more brown sugar and less butter."

"Can you make it like this tomorrow?"

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Sure."

The door slams and Haymitch waltzes into our kitchen. He doesn't look very drunk. He takes one look at Katniss and bursts out laughing.

"I see he finally got you knocked up, eh sweetheart?"