Okay, it's been a while. I'm sorry. But I wanted this chapter to be so dramatic and amazing for you that I almost had ten drafts of this chapter. So, I hope you all enjoy this twist to come :)

I groaned, slowly opening my eyes to see brown brogues making their way towards me.

I tried looking up to get a look at who they were but my vision was blurry. I squinted but my vision continued to get blurrier, the sound of the shoes now getting louder in my ears.

"Kat... help..."

"I've got her, Kid. Just go back to sleep..."

I frowned. I've definitely heard that voice before. It rung in my ears as I finally let the darkness overtake me and my eyes close completely.

Kid...

When I finally woke up again, I was in my bed. I felt beside me and my hand touched a warm body.

I turned.

Katniss...

She was no longer in her horrible, pastel bridesmaid dress but in a loose top of mine and some sweatpants.

I looked down at my own body. I was dressed in sweats too.

"Ah! You're awake!"

I jumped, jolting Katniss awake as the lights turned on.

"Dad?" Katniss breathed out. "What? How?" She looked at me before looking all around her.

Oliver Everdeen crossed his arms and leaned against our door jamb, smiling nervously.

"Hey, darling."

Katniss' hand found mine and she squeezed.

"Am I dreaming?"

Oliver shook his head. "No, darling."

"Are we dreaming?" She whispered, squeezing my hand tighter.

Again, "No, darling."

Tears sprung to Katniss' eyes as she let go of my hand and stood up to head to her father.

Once she reached him, all I could hear was a loud slap.

"You... you son of a..." She trailed off, shaking her head. "How could you do this to me? To Primrose? To Mother?!"

Oliver sighed. "I-I didn't exactly keep this from your mother..."

My eyes widened. It all made sense. Katniss' mother never was truly upset after her husband's 'death'. She smiled, she laughed, she even planned dates for her daughters. One would believe that she was grieving in her own way but now truly thinking about it... She wasn't even grieving at all.

I tried getting out of bed but I realised that I couldn't move after a sharp pain shot through my leg.

"I-I can't... I can't move."

Katniss stopped, turned to face me with worry in her eyes.

"Ah, yes. You two were in a car accident. Hit and run. I was... watching and well, saved the both of you before anyone knew something was up. I've had Cheyenne check you over. Peeta, you suffered a broken leg but both your tibia and fibula were broken in the accident. Darling, you're okay. Mild concussion and the baby's okay. Congratulations, my girl. Always thought our Primrose would have kids first with your defiant attitude."

Katniss turned to him before me before placing a hand protectively over her abdomen and going to sit on our bed.

"Who did it?" I asked.

"Thom, Seneca... Either way, I will protect all of you. I have been from the shadows."

Katniss shook her head. "Over a bloody year!"

I almost laughed. Katniss saying 'bloody' brought a smile to my face. She had picked it up from our resident Brit who always used the word to complain about the 'bloody' weather or the 'bloody' baseball game. Either way, Katniss didn't really see it as a swear word and it was one she could 'safely' use around our unborn child.

"I know, darling." Oliver sighed. "I know. But I had to try and destroy my enemies from beyond the grave. If I was alive, they'd kill me and get to you girls for the sticks. I couldn't let them have the upper hand."

"Who else knows?" I ask him nervously.

"My colleagues in the higher places."

"Do the Lowes know?" Katniss asked quietly.

Oliver shook his head. "I couldn't endanger our friends' lives. I could only trust Beetee and Plutarch."

"Why don't we sleep on this, Kat?" I whispered to Katniss, gently coercing her into our bed as best as I could.

Oliver took this as a sign to leave and turned off the main lights.

"Get some rest, I will be in the living room."

Before he left, I had to wonder. "Where's my dad?"

"Next door. Katniss' apartment. Don't worry, he's okay."

With that, he left leaving Katniss and me to talk.

"Is he really real, Peeta?" She wiped her tears from her cheeks. "Are we really real?"

I pressed both my hands to her cheeks and placed a kiss on her forehead and lips.

"We're real. Your dad is real. Our baby is real."

Her lips wavered. "How?"

"We'll get our answers soon. But now, we have to sleep." I smiled softly, tucking her hair behind her ears. "I promise you, we'll get to the bottom of this, my beautiful fiancée."

Katniss' eyes fluttered down to her ring and she smiled. Now, I could notice a small cut on the top of her upper lip and another by her ear.

I brushed my fingers over them and she winced.

"Sorry."

"No, it's fine. It's just confirmed that all this is real. What are we going to do?"

I smiled at her. "Get through this. Together."