I cry. We have two weeks till we get to go home and we can't talk to the boys.

I lay on the bed, tossing and turning for hours.

At five in the morning, I get a text.

Peeta Ryan: hey um…I know your probably asleep but you never told me you got off the plane and I haven't heard from you since you got on the plane, so I'm assuming you're having a uh…good time. I'm getting on the plane to France now and Finnick's flipping out because Annie isn't speaking to him, so could you tell her to talk to him? I'll text you when I get off the plane. I love you.

I rest my hands on my stomach and bury my head in my pillow.

I want to call him and hear his voice and his laugh. I want to hear him tell me he loves me.

It's just a bad idea to talk to him.

Annie begged me so hard to stay. I walk halfway out the door when I changed my mind.

After a while, I fall asleep.

…a…

We eat very healthy. We Googled what the best foods to eat while pregnant and got eggs, salmon, beans, sweet potatoes, popcorn and other whole grains, walnuts, greek yogurt, dark green, leavy vegetables, lean meats, and colorful fruits and vegetables.

Annie announces to her family we are both expecting and they freaked out and they're babying us.

Her mother went complete lunatic and dragged us to babies R us.

"I still think you guys need to tell Peeta and Finnick."

"You wouldn't want to find out over the phone." I point out.

"That's true." She frowns.

She gets us a ton of clothes that could be for any gender.

Annie and I shut ourselves in our room when we get back to the house and I have two missed calls and three texts.

Both calls are from Peeta.

Peeta Ryan: hey I landed…

Peeta Ryan: Katniss, honey…whats going on?

Peeta Ryan: Did I upset you? Did I say something? Please talk to me.

I break down again, and Annie starts crying too, and we cry as we put away the clothes for the baby, and then we cry ourselves to sleep.

….a….

It gets worse, and by the time we are halfway through week two, the calls and messages are coming from everyone from both of our phones, and they're not very nice.

Peeta's flipping out.

Peeta Ryan: I called Cameron so you cant pretend like the damn plane crashed and you died.

Peeta Ryan: answer me, Katniss. Please? I miss you.

Prim: answer, bitch

Jo: listen brainless, if this is some stupid fucking game or something, it's really pissing me off. I'll fucking find you. When I do, you better have a good fucking reason for this bullshit.

Jo: Plus I need you. We really have to talk.

Finn: you and annie are pissing me off.

Finn: I'm so done.

PEETA'S POV

"How do we know that Cato doesn't have them?" I blurt out in the silence of everyone on their phones bugging one of the girls.

"That's impossible. Cato's terrified of you and he knows you'll kill him." Finnick says. "I know they're going to come back. And when they do…" he sucks in a deep breath. "I won't lay a hand on them, but it's going to get very loud. Right when they walk in the door I'm gonna start shouting."

"Agreed." I say.

"They do know they can just walk right in, right?" Mom asks.

"Katniss will know." I say.

"This is ridiculous." Mr. Everdeen stands up. "Katniss isn't being herself."

"Maybe she's really sick."

Mrs. Everdeen shakes her head. "If she's in the hospital sick you would have been called. In America, you call the person the other is married to, and if they're not married, they call the parents. Since you and Katniss are married they would have called you, and they didn't."

"I think she's just not coming home and not answering. I know she sees all these damn messages." Prim says.

"I agree with Prim." Johanna stands up. Blight watches her in concern. "This isn't fucking fair! I'm gonna kick her ass when she gets back here."

"I disagree with everyone." Haymitch says suddenly. "She's a dumbass. What I think is going on, is that Katniss has something that affects all of us, and she's being too much of a coward to come forward and say it. Something tells me it's not a bad thing, either."

"Well we can't let her get away with it." Rye says.

I hope they all know I'm going to crack and do whatever she says.

I hate the fact that I know this is true, but Katniss has me wrapped so tightly around her finger and there is no way to unwrap this gift.

KATNISS'S POV

Annie and I link hands.

"Tomorrow." I whisper.

"Tomorrow." She whispers back.

We get to go home tomorrow.

I lay down, and fall asleep.

…a…

We're out the door before the suns up and on the plane immediately. It is currently six in the morning and we're just starting to move. It's a twelve hour flight.

I find myself sleeping the whole time, and then I'm being forced awake. Cameron stands in front of me. "Uh…we're here." He says. He looks over at Annie. "Peeta's freaking out over you."

"I know he is." I mumble, sitting up. "Annie!" I say loudly. She sits up and looks around.

"What?" she asks.

"We're here."

She stands up and stretches. I stand up and stretch, too. Then we take our luggage and get off the plane. I walk into the restroom marked 'Femme toilettes' which means Female Restroom in English. I remind myself that this is France and everything is in French. I use the restroom because I've really got to pee, and I brush my teeth and redo my hair and wash my hands and slash water on my face and walk out with Annie.

"Do you remember the way?" she asks.

"We'll see." I say. She follows me out the door, staying extremely close to me and looking around in wonderment. People speak in quick French and I pick up every word, but Annie looks uncomfortable.

We stop in front of the bakery and I feel like I'm going to get sick. It says 'Désolé, nous sommes fermés.' Meaning, Sorry, we're closed.

I try the door and it opens. Annie follows me inside and I think I'm seriously going to be sick. We ditch our luggage in the kitchen and I tread silently up the stairs and stop outside of the door. "We're in this together." I whisper under my breath. She takes my hand and squeezes it.

I think about knocking, but they're already pissed at me, and I'm their daughter-in-law, and they're going to ask me why I'm knocking, so I slowly turn the knob and make Annie walk in the door in front of me.

Peeta is nowhere to be seen, but everyone else is.

"PEETA!" Rye starts screaming. I look at Annie in pure fear and she looks back with the same expression. I hear a loud bang, and then a door slams.

"What the hell are you yelling for?" Peeta comes storming into the living room, locks eyes with me and then stops. "Oh."

Finn looks terrifyingly furious, and Peeta's eyes go pitch black.

They love you both. I tell myself. They won't lay anything but a gentle hand on you.

I swallow the fear and wait. "Well it's good to know you guys are fucking alive!" Finn breaks first. Peeta doesn't. He just crosses his arms and stays completely silent. I can't even make myself look into his eyes. "What the fuck is wrong with you two, huh?" he takes three big steps until he's close enough that I can feel the anger boiling off of his body. Annie backs up, but I don't. I stay silent and stare back at him with a glare. He returns it and we have a stare down until he seems to get that he can't hurt me and he backs up again.

"First of all, where the hell have you been?" Peeta asks sharply. "Because I know damn well you weren't in Maine like you said you would be."

"Yes we were!" I say.

"Really, because I talked to Annie's brother and he said he hadn't seen you guys!" Finn shouts.

"Yeah, what's that all about?"

"We were in Maine!" Annie snaps, standing back by my side.

"Bullshit!" Peeta says.

Oh, I'll fight this battle. "Bull nothing! I told you I was going to Maine, and that's where we went! Luke only told you guys we were never there because we told him to!"

"Don't lie to me." Peeta says.

"I'm not lying!"

"Well I don't believe you!" he snaps.

"Well that's your own damn fault!"

He's got his jaw clenched and I know he's got his tongue suctioned to the roof of his mouth to keep himself from saying something he doesn't mean.

"We all deserve an explanation." He finally says. ""Is it something I did? Did you secretly file a divorce or something?"

I was thinking he was joking, but when I look into his eyes the pain is so visible that I know he isn't. "No, I didn't file a divorce."

"Okay, so I did something." He assumes.

"Yes but it's not something bad…"

He looks really confused and I can tell his mind is racing.

"So…?" he sighs. "tell me what I did."

I really don't want to tell him I'm pregnant in front of everyone. "I-I-"

"Don't you dare say you can't." he says.

"I'll tell you but…" I look around the room. "I'm not telling you with everyone I'll tell you alone."

"No deal." He says.

"Well fine, then I'm not telling you." I say stubbornly. He crosses his arms again, and I cross mine. Johanna stands up.

"I promised myself I was going to beat the shit out of you." She says. "But something in my gut is telling me not to." She pats my cheek, hard. "Stop being a dumbass." Then she sits back down.

"Why don't we just tell all of them?" Annie whispers. "They're going to find out anyways, and they're going to stay pissed until we tell them."

I'm silent for a while.

I hesitate for a long time. Then I shake my head. "I would rather tell Peeta in private."
"Well fine, then. I don't want to know. Whatever it is, I don't care." Peeta says. He's just as stubborn as I am.
He needs to care. He can't leave me alone with this baby. I can't do this alone. "Fine. Then I'm fucking leaving." I open the door and storm down the stairs. I think about taking my suitcase but I decide against it.
I hope he fucking finds the baby clothes in there.
I rip open the door to the bakery and walk. I don't know where to walk to, but I walk.
I shove my hands in my jacket and walk for a long time.
I can hear someone running and I know I'm being followed. I'm crying and I really don't like people seeing me cry.
"Wait." Peeta puts his hand on my shoulder and spins me around to face him. He's distraught and he looks like he feels terrible. "God, don't cry." He wipes my tears. "I didn't mean it. I always say stuff I don't mean!"
"Well you can't say that. You don't know how serious this is." A few more tears fall and he wipes them away.
"I'm sorry." He whispers pleadingly.
I stare at him for a long time. "Don't leave me." I whimper. He rubs my arms.
"I won't. I love you so much. I won't leave." He says.
"Promise?" I ask. He put a shirt on, which sucks. It's a thick tight ass white long sleeve with a leather jacket. He looks sexy as fuck.
"I promise." He says. "But that doesn't mean I'm not upset with you."
I kick a rock and sigh. "I told you I was going to Maine, which I did." He takes my hand and starts to pull me somewhere. I tread after him. He stops underneath the Eiffel Tower. I look up in wonderment. He sits down and I sit down in front of him.
"Okay, continue."
"And when I got there-god, I'm not supposed to tell you, but Amnie told me she's pregnant. She didn't talk to anyone because she was afraid she was going to spill and tell someone over the phone. She wanted to be in person when she told Finn."
"Oh..." he frowns. "She's pregnant?"
"Yes." I say.
"So...why couldn't you talk to me?" He asks.
"Because..." I bite my lip. "We were joking around the first day there and she uh..." I'm panicking and my hands start trembling. He takes them in his.
"Whatever it is, I'm here for you." He whispers.
"She made me take a test." I whisper.
"A pregnancy test?" He asks.
"Yes. It was a joke and we were messing around but..." I take a deep breath. "The results...they...they were positive."
He stares at me in shock. "Your pregnant?" He asks.
"Yes." I look down. "I know it's too early and everything...but...we can't really do anything about it and this is our kid, and I don't want to get rid of him or her because...it's our baby."
He laughs. "Your pregnant?" He asks again. His entire face is lit up in pure happiness.
"Yes." I say again.
He grins and pulls me into his lap. "We're having a baby?"
"Are you happy?" I ask.
"I'm ecstatic! We are having a baby!" He pushes me gently off his lap, stands up and pulls me to my feet. Then he spins me around.
"If I find out you are kidding I am going to be really, really upset." He says.
"I'm not." I say.
"Are you having symptoms?"
"Yes, my stomach and back have been upset and I've been much more tired than usual. I'm not even a month yet. Oh, and I missed my period. I'm spotting and I'm having mood swings. I've had a tiny bit of morning sickness and I can smell everything better. It sounds weird but Annie and I looked it up and all of it is signs of pregnancy."
He grins excitedly. He looks so excited.
"Do you want to tell everyone now?" I ask.
"We might as well, I mean..." He licks his lips and grins again. "We're having a baby." He can't stop smiling. I smile, too.
"I know. What-" he kisses me.
Oh gosh, I've missed his lips. I kiss him back wilding, and he pulls away before we get too serious. "You know we aren't staying at my parents?" He asks. "We're staying at a hotel."
"Really?" I ask.
"Let's go there."

...9...

We had sex. Of course we did. He's kissing my face to wake me up. The TV is on and it's on an American channel. He's holding me in his arms. He put on a pair of boxers, and he put me in a pair of panties and a t-shirt while I was sleeping.
"Mmm." I whine. "I don't want to get up."
"Me either." He says. "But we have to." His shirt smells so strongly like him and it's incredible. It's the white long sleeve one that's tight on him but loose on me.
I almost start crying. "I don't want to."
"I know." He sits up. "You have to, sweetie."
"I'm gonna take a shower." I stand up.
We had stopped at the bakery on the way here to get my suitcase.
"Wait," he stops me. "I want to tell you something." He links our fingers and pulls me back down on the bed. "I love you."
I laugh softly. "I love you too."
I take a long, hot shower, and I spend a lot of time lathering my stomach up. It much be a lot longer than I think, because I hear the bathroom door creak.
"Kat? Honey? Are you okay?" Peeta asks. "I knocked...but you didn't answer."
"I'm fine." I whisper.
"What?" He asks.
"I'm fine." I say, louder.
"Are you sure?" He asks.
"I'm fine!" I snap.
Damn mood swings. Then I sigh, shut off the water, grab a towel, cover myself and get out. "Sorry for snapping...I uh...I can't really help it."
His eyes flick to my chest and then back to my face.
"It's okay baby, I understand." He takes a step towards me.
"No sex right now." I warn. "I just took a shower."
"I know, but I still haven't hugged you yet." He opens his arms and I walk into them, wrapping my arms around his waist.
We stand there for a few moments.
"They're probably getting angry, and we need to let them know why you left or they're going to continue to treat you like garbage. And bring something pretty, we're going out to dinner tonight." He plants a long kiss on my lips and walks out of the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind him.
"Babe?" I call him back. He sticks his head in the bathroom.
"Yes?"
"Are my boobs bigger?"
He smiles. "Yes, only a little bit." He says. I groan.
"They were big enough before."
He says nothing, he just laughs and walks out of the bathroom. I get a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and some panties and a bra and put them on and get another bag and put in my long dress that is plain and white and strapless. I add red heels and put on my boots and a coat. When I walk out if the bathroom after brushing my teeth, Peeta's ready to go. He must have taken a shower when I was asleep.
"Ready to go?" He asks.
Sighing, I nod my head. "Get ready for pure hell."

…a…

I receive a glare from every person in the family aside from Annie, Peeta and Finn.

"Stop." Peeta says. "You guys are being rude."

"We're being rude?" Rye snaps.

"Yes, you guys are."

"How are we being rude?"

"Because your stressing her out." He crosses his arms.

"So? Brainless is always stressed."

"Well she can't be stressed because she's pregnant and stress isn't good for the baby."

Silence.

"Shit." Johanna looks at Blight and they both start laughing. Then Johanna stands up and places both hands on her shoulders. "Your legit knocked up?" she asks. I cross her arms.

"Yes."

"Damn." She laughs harder. "Me too."

My eyes widen. "Seriously?" I smile.

"Yeah, only like…I think I'm a month tomorrow or something."

"Wait." Effie stands up. "Not only is my niece pregnant, but my daughter is, too?"

"Uh…me too…" Annie slowly raises her hand.

"Your pregnant?" Prim asks. It's directed at me.

"Yes."

"This is wonderful!" Mom says.

"I'm gonna have a niece or nephew?" Rye demands, standing up to move in front of me.

"Yes."

"Wait, how do you guys know?" Mom asks. She goes into nurse mode, waiting intently for the answer.

"I uh…my stomach hurts and I'm always tired and I keep getting nauseous but I haven't thrown up yet, and my period never came and I've been having mood swings."

"I can attest to that." Peeta says.

"Oh, and I took like, ten different tests and they were all positive."

"Spotting?" mom asks, narrowing her eyes.

"Yes."

"I'm going to take a guess and say you are three weeks, probably almost four." She looks at my boobs. "How about those." She says.

"They hurt." I say.

"Are you excited?" Prim asks.

"Not to be a tub of lard." Peeta scoffs. "You won't be."

"Well I'm excited to eat cereal on my stomach." Johanna says.

"Oh yeah, I can't wait to do that." I agree.

"I'm hoping I won't get morning sickness."

"Oh, sorry to break it to you but most people do get morning sickness, and iof you've been nauseous, you probably will."

Annie and Jo and I all groan. Peeta snickers and I smack his arm. "It's not funny, Peeta Ryan. How would you like to be a swollen hippo puking your brains out?"

"You are not going to be a swollen hippo."

He's got himself completely convinced. ""How about you stop being so hard-headed and just accept the fact I'm going to be a fatass?"

He stares at me for a long time and then just laughs and shakes his head. "Okay."

He thinks these mood swings are funny.

Motherfucker.