A/N: Don't own the hunger games trilogy, or any of the characters - including Peeta, Katniss, Venia, Flavius, Octavia, Plutarch, Coin, or Snow. Whatever, you get the gist.

Anyways, my inspiration here came from HalfHope, as did some of my other stuff. HalfHope is my lifeline.

And I don't know what I did with Peeta's hijacking, but it's not in there. I didn't want to write that... it's got no place in mushy love stuff, at least when I write it... but I like how SC did it.

Enjoy!

I open my eyes, and there he is. Blue eyes half closed, slouching in his chair. Asleep, but here. My gasp wakes him, and he struggles into consciousness as I stare at him, unable to speak. Eventually he sits up and realizes I'm awake.

"Katniss? Are you all right?" His voice is a worried whisper, and I see my mother asleep against the wall. Has she told him…?

"Peeta! H-how are you here?" It's been two months since they dragged me out of that forsaken clock arena, leaving him behind. For two months I've been wondering what Snow's doing to him. I didn't even know a rescue team had been dispatched, and now that he's in front of me, I think my heart may explode.

"The rebels got me out of the Capitol a few hours ago. You were asleep when I got here. I didn't want to leave." Now that the shock's starting to wear off, I can see the bags under his eyes. The bruises and shallow cuts everywhere.

"You should have been treated," I tell him, but my relief kind of detracts from the potency of my sternness.

"Why are you in the hospital, Katniss? You weren't hurt badly in the arena – I figured you'd be on the front line by now."

"Oh, it's nothing," I say, but in his eyes I can see he doesn't believe me.

"Don't lie to me. I know you too well. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." I answer too quickly, and sigh.

"Please, Katniss. Tell me." There is only concern in his voice. Peeta, my love. I should tell him.

"It's, um, well…" he's staring at me. Those big, blue eyes are fixated on me. "I'm pregnant, Peeta." I shift the blankets back to reveal my slightly bulging abdomen.

He doesn't move. Just stares at the material evidence of our love. He knows what night I'm referring to, the night on the train. Just before the Quell. Everything changed that night, and I saw the boy with the bread in a different way. But I'm starting to wonder if this is even worse than I thought, if he will not want this child, when his face breaks into a grin. "Katniss, this is wonderful!" He leans in and kisses me, and in the kiss I can feel that he will love our baby and me and everything will be all right. Then he breaks away, worried again. "But why are you in the hospital?" A new thought strikes him as he speaks, and his shoulders droop. "This – this is our baby, right? Not some other guy's?"

I know he's thinking of Gale, and rush to reassure him. "It's yours. I wouldn't have it any other way."

His face brightens. "But still, why are you in the hospital? It's only been… two months, right?"

"Two months and two weeks," I say, "but the doctors aren't sure what damage may have been done by fighting in the arena. They don't want me moving around too much, just in case."

"Oh." His brow wrinkles, and I am drowning in pools of blue. "Are you really ok? You're not upset about the baby?"

"Well, I'm not sure. But we can make this work, right? If we're together?"

He smiles and leans in for another kiss. "I wouldn't have it any other way."