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I was late for Effie's and Haymitch's engagement party.

"Ugh" I groaned, pulling on my silver pair of heels as quickly as I could manage. But they were stubborn and didn't want to tie up around my swollen ankles.

It was summer and today was another hot day to add to countless other hot days that came before it. I swear, I hated hot days. I'd rather freeze than be hot. It made my skin sticky with sweat, my hair turned greasier quicker, spots formed on my face that I didn't want there. And it made me extra grouchy. I was grouchy enough, seeing as I was around 10 weeks pregnant.

Now, I can't be 100 percent on this, as I hadn't got the courage to take a pregnancy test yet. But seeing as I've missed two periods and that I was getting all the signs, swollen feet and ankles, sweats, mood swings, I was fairly positive on what that pregnancy test would show me.

I never imagined my life with children in them. My life had always been in a world where the Hunger Games existed, and now here I was living a life without them.

This pregnancy wasn't planned. Peeta wanted children. I knew that, and I was sure that we would have eventually talked about it and planned them one day, but I just never expected it to be this soon. We have been married for almost a year. The Hunger Games ended around 4 years ago, but still my heart and head sometimes felt like I was still there living that life.

Maybe I will always feel that way.

Maybe everyone will always be scarred for life by the events of the Games.

Finally I tied up the heels and stared at myself in the mirror.

Did I look pregnant? Some women showed straight away, walking around with small swollen stomachs and puffy faces that gave away their secret. Looking sideways in the mirror, I ran my hand over my stomach, examining. Nothing was noticeable yet. I looked fuller and slightly curvier since the Games, living with a baker who makes the best cheese bread will do that to you. I looked healthy for probably the first time in my life.

But I definitely didn't look noticeably pregnant.

Maybe it was all in my head. I was shocked to feel a small pang of sadness at the thought of me not actually being pregnant.

I had to know, I couldn't wait any longer.

Before I made my way to the party, I quickly walked into town and bought a pregnancy test. I hid the test inside my purse and walked into the busy party.

Effie basically swamped me as soon as I walked inside. She looked beautiful as always, her wig was a glittering silver that matched the colour of her long eyelashes and long floor length dress. She reminded me of a glittering swan, swimming on a shiny lake.

You can take the girl out of the Capitol, but you can't take the Capitol out of the girl.

"Where have you been?" She asked, her voice slightly higher pitched than normal. Staring at her I couldn't help but notice that she looked flustered.

"Sorry, i uh…" I began then stopped when I realized she didn't actually care where I had been. She was looking around all flustered, her eyes darting from people to people and then rested on an empty plate of food.

"Never mind, so glad you're here darling." She said and tapped me on my nose. "We need more sandwiches!" She exclaimed and sped off, picking up the plate and disappearing into the kitchen.

"Uhh… okay." I said to myself and went in search of Peeta.

I found him leaning in an archway talking with Haymitch. I admired him as I made my way to him, he was wearing a loose shirt with the top button undone showing his chest slightly. His black trouser sat snuggly on his waist. He looked so hot, I swear lately he just looked so good, more than usual. My stomach tingled as he caught my gaze and gave me a small smile in greeting.

I bit my lip and tried to control myself as I approached them. This isn't the first time I've felt like this recently. Last week at the bakery, I walked in and found him kneading some dough and had to physically stop myself from making him take me there on the counter top.

He must have seen something in my gaze and frowned at me, giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek. I almost groaned, I didn't want a gentle kiss on the cheek. I wanted him to pin me against the archway and kiss my neck, his teeth nibbling my ear lobe as his hand gripped my thigh, bringing it up sharply to wrap around his waist...

"Are you okay?" He asked, bringing me back from my day dream.

I swallowed. "Yeah." I breathed and tore my eyes away from him to look at Haymitch. "Congratulations. I'm so happy for you both." I said to him.

Haymitch and Effie got together not long after our wedding. They moved in after a few weeks. I was shocked at first, but Peeta told me he suspected they liked each other during the games. I didn't think so at the time, but now I guess it would have made sense. Just neither of them would have acted on it out of fear of what Snow would have done to them.

Loving someone was dangerous back then.

The life of a winner was usually a lonely one. But now it didn't have to be.

"Thanks Sweetheart." Haymitch said and took a sip of his flavored water.

That was another thing that happened, when Effie moved in, Haymicth stopped drinking.

It was hard at first, he had to gradually wean himself off. He would cry, shake and sweat, it was awful hearing his cries of pain, but he wanted to do it for her. It was a team effort to keep him sober. He had his good and bad days, he still did. But he was doing so much better.

"Have you seen my future wife, she's been driving me crazy running around here all day. I told her to calm down and enjoy it, but you know what she's like. Everything has to be perfect." He glanced around for Effie, his eyes bright with eagerness to find her. He has looked so well these last few months. He remembers to trim his stubble before it grows into a beard, keeping it nice and neat. His hair is usually styled and kept back from his face. But most importantly, he always has a warm smile on his face. It's nice to see him so happy.

"She ran into the kitchen, fretting about sandwiches." I said, nodding toward the kitchen.

He shook his head but the smile slowly appeared on his face as he thought of her. He then turned and made his way to the kitchen, "You pair go and enjoy yourselves, there's plenty to eat and drink..." He trails off and disappears into the crowd.

We talked with people, well, Peeta talked mostly and i tried to not pay attention to how much my feet hurt in these shoes. The pregnancy test in my purse seemed to be burning a hole in my side all night. Eventually, it got too much and I pulled Peeta upstairs with me when no one was paying attention.

He was slightly buzzed from the alcohol he had consumed, I could tell by the unsteadiness of his steps. I made sure to stay away from the drink, choosing flavoured water instead when people offered me some.

When we were inside the bathroom, I closed the door behind us and was starting to think of how to tell him the news, when he surprised me by taking my face in his hands and kissing me. And this wasn't a gentle polite kiss like down stairs, no, this was a hungry kiss. A kiss that stole your breath away, that made your body come alive and your knees go weak.

I think I made a squeaking noise that was muffled by his lips, because he pulled back and laughed, brushing my hair behind my ear. "Sorry," he started, and licked his lips which did all sorts of somersaults to my stomach. "You just look so amazing tonight in that black dress," He paused as his eyes traveled up and down my body. "I wanted to do this as soon as I saw you." He kissed me again, pushing me against the counter next to the sink. His hips ground into mine, and I could feel his erection through our clothes.

Without thinking, I ran my hand down his chest, my finger getting caught on one of the buttons of his shirt and it popped off.

Oops.

There was a reason we came up here, wasn't there? My mind seemed to lose function. Instead, it focused on his hands, one tangled in my hair pulling slightly to tilt my head up for better access to my lips. The other hands pressed firmly on my waist, gathering up the material of my dress.

And his lips, oh his wonderful lips were soft but hungry on mine. His tongue gently stroked my bottom lip, begging for access inside. I opened my mouth and let him deepen the kiss, feeling intoxicated in it.

Suddenly he ripped his lips away from mine and harshly lifted me up on the counter top, pushing my dress up around my waist. His fingers trailed up my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their path.

"Are we really doing this here?" I swallowed and gripped onto his shoulders for support.

His eyes found mine, they were dark with desire.

"Do you want me to stop?" He teased as his fingers found the material of my underwear and pushed it aside. I held my breath, desperate for him to touch me.

"No, don't stop, please " I panted, begging him for more.

Slowly, his thumb tapped my clit, I involuntarily let out the moan I'd been holding and leaned back, my head hitting the mirror behind me.

A small part of me felt guilty that we were behaving this way in Haymitch's house. Especially during their engagement party.

But it felt so good.

He felt so good.

He trailed kisses from my neck, down to my collar bone, then through my low cut dress and kissed each breast. I was basically a quivering mess when he eventually dropped to his knees, pulled me to the edge of the counter and replaced his thumb with his tongue.

I hoped that no one was outside, because the noises coming from my mouth weren't quiet.

He licked precisely, and slowly, knowing exactly what I liked and how to make me moan. My fingers were tangled in his hair, gripping and pulling so hard I was surprised his hair didn't come out in chunks in my grip.

"Peeta…" I panted, my voice didn't sound like my own.

He stopped, then started again, bringing me to the edge and then taking it away. I groaned each time, longing to finish. Eventually he stood up, and kissed me hard enough to take what remaining breath i had away.

He clumsily put a condom on, my mind found that funny, but I couldn't think why because suddenly he was inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit again as he made love to me on the counter top.

My head banged repeatedly into the mirror, making it shake each time. He felt so good, my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, each thrust making me squeeze tighter. I felt the familiar fire rising with each thrust and rub of his thumb. His pattern, once strong and steady, soon became shaky as he neared.

His breath was hot on my ear as he whispered. "I'm going to..."

I leaned back and watched him come undone, his mouth opened slightly, his eyes squeezed shut as he suddenly stopped thrusting and shivered. It was so hot that it brought me over the edge too.

That was something else.

Sex with Peeta was always amazing, but I think the thrill of it in another person's house and also the fact we could get caught made it even more enjoyable.

He pulled out, "Shit." He exclaimed, looking down.

"What?" I asked and jumped down from the counter, trying to see what he was looking at.

"I think the condom broke." He said. Pulling it off, we noticed it was indeed broken.

He looked at me, concerned. "I'm sorry, I know you don't want kids, at least not yet-."

"I don't think it matters anyway." I interrupted.

He stopped and looked at me confused. "What do you mean?"

I tried to find my words, but suddenly basic English escaped me.

I sighed and looked away, unable to meet his eye. "I think I'm pregnant. I don't know for sure, but that's why I brought you up here. I wanted to tell you that I had to take a pregnancy test but then suddenly this happened and-."

"You're pregnant!?" He shouted, his face full of shock but also happiness.

"I think I'm pregnant." I corrected, trying not to let him get too excited. "I need to take a test."

"Okay…" He said, his voice full of excitement but also still slightly slurred from the alcohol he drank downstairs. "Let's go and get one. Oh, shit! It's too late now. We will go and get one first thing tomorrow."

"I've got a test already," I said and grabbed it from my bag.

"Well, what are you waiting for?! Take it." He sounded so excited, and I couldn't help but smile with him.

I pulled the test out of the packaging, and after reading the instructions with Peeta reading them too over my shoulder, I sat down on the toilet.

Peeta was standing over me, staring at me hard.

"Turn around! I can't go with you looking at me like that."

He frowned but then smiled. "We literally just had sex on the counter. I was just licking your - ."

"Yes," I stopped him, "I am aware of how stupid i sound, but just please turn around, this is a lot of pressure."

He chuckled but turned around anyway. "What if it's positive," He said, distracting me from what I was doing.

Yes, what if I was pregnant?

I finished and set the test on the counter. We had to wait 3 minutes now for the results.

"Are you ready for children?" I asked him, gently touching his arm to turn him around.

He didn't even have to think, he nodded his head. "You know I want kids, but do you?"

I thought about it. 4 years ago, my answer would have been no without a second thought. But now? Life with Peeta was as close to perfect as I could have imagined. I loved him, he loved me. We were happy. We have our routine, our life. How would a child impact that? Then, the sweetest image of Peeta holding our child in his arms came to mind. It was a beautiful baby, looking so much like him, and he was rocking them to sleep.

I shocked myself when I realised that I wanted that.

I wanted a family with Peeta.

"Yes, I do. I want children with you." I said, surprised by the answer myself.

He grinned and kissed me softly. Gently, he caressed my cheek, then his smile faulted slightly. "And what if it's negative?"

I smiled and took his hand in mine. "Then I guess it's time we start trying."

Thank you so much for reading!

Was the steamy bits any good? I've never wrote stuff like that before this story so wasn't sure if it was hot enough? haha

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Thank you, Shunice