A/N: Okay, so this chapter is shameless Everlark fluff. If you've read any of my other stories, you know that this is my favorite. This entire chapter takes place in one location, and it's mainly Katniss and Peeta talking about the bombshell she just dropped at the end of the last chapter.

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Katniss

"You're pregnant?" Peeta asks again. I roll my eyes.

"Yes, I am pregnant."

"How?"

"Really?"

"No, I mean how do you know?" He clarifies.

"I have done this before," I deadpan. "I took a pregnancy test the day before we left. Then I took another one to be sure."

I hold my breath waiting for his reaction. When I found out, I didn't know what to do.

Oh boy, I think to myself. That's a plus sign. Yup, definitely a plus sign. It's the second test I've taken.

I'm pregnant. Again.

We're supposed to leave tomorrow to go to Alaska. If I tell Peeta right now, there's no way he'll let us go. He'll go into super protective daddy mode, and probably will have trouble with me even wanting to leave the house, never mind go climbing.

But this isn't my first pregnancy. I was incredibly active when I was pregnant with Cam, sex notwithstanding. I know what my body is capable of, and I am absolutely positive I can do this trip.

I'm fully aware that if I wait until we're back to tell him, he'll be peeved with me. At least we'll be safe and at home where he won't have to worry. Well, he'll still worry, that's inevitable, but hopefully he won't have to as much. What I have no doubt about, however, is how excited my husband will be when I tell him we're adding to our family.

I need to talk to someone, and luckily Peeta is in town running last minute errands. Cam is taking a nap. I go out onto the deck overlooking the lake and dial Prim's number.

"Hey sis," she answers after a ring.

"Hey little duck." My voice has more emotion than I thought.

"What's wrong?" She immediately picks up on it.

I let out a sigh. Might as well come out and say it.

"I'm pregnant."

There's a moment of silence before I hear a girly squeal.

"Katniss that's amazing! Congratulations! What did Peeta say?"

"That's the thing Prim," I explain. "If I tell him now, there goes our Alaska trip."

"Well I assume you're not that far along, right?"

"I think so," I answer. "I feel fine. I was late, so I figured I might as well check. I took two tests. Both positive."

"Well as a doctor, there's no medical reason that you can't go." I let out a relieved breath at that. "You're in peak physical shape and you had no major problems with your first pregnancy."

"And as my sister?"

"That one's tougher Katniss. Obviously it's up to you what you want to do. Look, I know my brother, and he's going to be over the moon when you do tell him."

"I don't want to lie to him," I state firmly, more for my own benefit than Prim's. "But we need this trip so much. We've been looking forward to it for so long. I don't want to ruin that."

I realize my eyes are getting misty, and I lament the inevitable onset of pregnancy hormones again.

"Well what are you going to do, Katniss?"

I don't really have an answer for that yet.

I end my call with Prim and let the tears flow. It's a weird cry – half anxiety, half unending joy. It's really starting to sink in that I'm actually pregnant again, and I couldn't be happier. Yet I have this dilemma hanging over my head. I huff out a long sigh.

"Mommy?"

I turn and see Cam in the doorway, her eyes still full of sleepiness.

"Hey baby. How was your nap?"

"Okay," she shrugs as she toddles to me. I scoop her up and bring her to my chest, wrapping her tightly in my arms. "Why are you crying mama?"

"Don't worry," I soothe, kissing the crown of her head. "I'm not sad. I'm just so happy."

"Okay," she says much more brightly. "Do you think grandma will make me waffles?"

"I'm sure she will," I laugh, tickling her sides. "I'm going to miss you so much, baby girl."

"Me too," she nods. "I love you, mommy."

"I love you too, Cam."

Peeta's hand curling around my waist brings me back to the present.

"We're having another baby?" He half-asks in awe.

"Yes." I'll repeat it as many times as he needs me to.

"And you didn't tell me because you knew I'd never let you leave the house."

"Yes." It seems to be the word of the day.

Peeta is silent for a moment, and I let him think.

"Can you finish setting up the tent?" He finally asks. "I'll get something ready to eat."

"Okay," I nod, not really sure of his mood. "Peeta?" He turns to look at me. "I love you."

"I love you too Kat."

Peeta

I'm still in mild disbelief as I watch her thread the tent poles through the fabric. On one hand, I'm absolutely ecstatic that we're having another baby. Cam has brought us so much joy already, I can't wait to share that with another perfect mix of Katniss and me. On the other hand, I'm fully aware that she admittedly kept this from me, knowing what my reaction would have been had she told me before we left.

As I think, I look over our meager rations and start to freak out. We barely had enough for two of us before, and now there's three. Rationally, I know Katniss can't have been pregnant for very long, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to do everything I can to make sure her and our baby are healthy and safe. I decide we need the energy, so I dump in the last of our pasta when the water is finally boiling.

I'm so deep in thought I don't notice Katniss has finished setting up the tent, including moving our gear inside, until she's sitting next to me again.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, close to my ear. "I should have told you. You have every right to be angry."

The pain in her voice breaks my heart. I can't stand to see her in any kind of pain, physical or emotional.

"I just knew how much we needed this trip," she explains further. "I love Cam, and I love the life we've built, but we needed a little time for just us. We agreed on that. I didn't want to lose that. I was planning on telling you when we got home, but I figured considering the circumstances..."

"You did what you that was best for us," I finally tell her. "How can I be angry at you for that? Yes, if you'd told me before I would've fought you about coming here. But you're right. We needed this."

"You're really not mad at me?" Her voice is almost childlike.

"No, baby," I assure her. "You know why I could never be mad at you?"

She just shakes her head.

"Because you're carrying my baby. Our baby."

"So you're happy?" She asks hopefully.

"Kat," I grin as I wrap my arm around her and tug her close to me. "We may be in the middle of nowhere on some random mountain with almost no food, but I wouldn't trade this moment for anything. I can't believe how happy I am. We're having a baby." It finally completely sets in. "Kat! We're having a baby!"

"There it is," she teases.

I really am happy beyond words. Sure, I wish the circumstances were different – that we weren't out here, trying to survive. I really can't find it in myself to be angry with her. She made a decision, and it's in the past now. I can't really afford any time dwelling on it or ruminating about it. We have much more important issues to deal with right now.

"So, pasta for dinner?" She breaks the comfortable silence between us.

"Yup," I nod. "And no arguing. You're eating the lion's share."

"Peeta," she begins, but I cut her off.

"No, Kat. You need to take care of the baby, and in order to do that, you need to take of yourself. Don't worry, I'll get enough to eat. Besides, after what you just dropped on me, I'm pretty sure I'll be running on pure adrenaline until we get back to Maine."

"Okay," she concedes, kissing me on the cheek.

We eat, and it's not half bad considering the meager portions. Afterwards, we hunker down in the tent, drinking tea and snuggling for warmth.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?" She asks me.

"As long as you and the baby are healthy, I don't care," I answer honestly. "What about you?"

"I want to give you a son," she states firmly. "A son to carry on your name. A son who will look just like his father. A son you can teach to treat women the same way you do."

"You sure about that?" I reach over and jokingly grab for her breast.

"Down boy!" She swats my hand away. "You know what I meant. You make me feel like a queen and Cam like a princess every day."

"Well that's because you are my queen and she is my princess. And I can't believe you're turning me down," I grin. "If my memory serves, when you were pregnant with Cam, you were insatiable."

"Don't worry buster," she teases me back, "you'll get your on-fire, pregnant wife back soon enough. I just think we should go over the plan for tomorrow first."

"If we must."

"We must, baby, we must."

"Kat?"

"Hmm?"

"We're having another baby. Real or not real?"

"Real, Peeta. That will always be real."