Here's chapter 2! Thanks for all the reviews on chapter 1; I really hope this one is better. I'm not really sure if I want to continue this story or not, so if you like it I need to know.

The next morning I wake first and find Peeta and me still naked, wrapped in the silky white sheets and each other's arms. I gently lift my head from its place on his chest and look into his beautiful sleeping face. I can't help but smile remembering last night. It isn't as if we'd never had sex before, it's just that we'd always used protection before (courtesy of Johanna Mason). But this time was different from all the rest, perhaps because this time there was actually a chance of getting pregnant.

Oddly enough, I don't regret it, I don't regret letting Peeta make his first attempt at trying to get me pregnant. Maybe I want this…I shake the idea from my head. I am doing this for Peeta. I'm going to give him the only thing he has ever asked me for; I'm going to have his baby, so he can love it for all eternity. I don't get the chance to think about it anymore right now because Peeta's voice shakes me from my thoughts

"Good morning." He says giving me the most genuinely giddy smile I've ever seen.

"Morning, I was just thinking about getting some breakfast-" I start, but he cuts me off with a kiss. I feel him smiling before I pull away. "Peeta I'm hungry." I say.

"Okay tell you what, I'll go make you whatever you want for breakfast if you answer a question for me." I nod for him to go ahead. "Are you sorry for what happened last night?" He asks, almost as if he's afraid of my answer.

"No." I say plainly. "No Peeta, I am not sorry. I could never be sorry for letting you love me." He smiles and I know I've said the right thing.

*5 weeks later*

I've got to think of the perfect way to tell him. I can't wait to see the look on his face. He's going to be thrilled. It takes me a while, but I finally decide how I want to tell him. I check the clock, and know in going to be cutting it close on time. He'll be closing the bakery in a couple of hours, so I get started. I cook dinner as fast as I can, then run upstairs to shower. I pull one of the few dresses I have left that Cinna made me, and get myself ready. I want this night to be perfect.

Two hours later Peeta walks through the door. He grins when he sees me standing there in the beautiful dress more made over than I'd been in the last 15 years. I move quickly to him and pull him down for a kiss.

"Well I could get used to coming home to this every day." He says with a grin.

"I'm pregnant." The words spill out of my mouth before I can stop them. Peeta freezes and I clamp my hands over my mouth.

"Are you serious?" he asks. I nod slowly.

"Yes." I whisper. "I'm pregnant." He looks like he's completely in shock. "Peeta? Are you okay?" He nods.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that I never thought I would get to hear those words from you." He says. His face is lit up as he pulls me in for another kiss. He pulls away after a little while pressing his forehead against mine.

"I love you so much." He whispers. I can't help but grin at how happy he is. I'm so grateful that I've been able to give him this little bit of happiness after everything we've had to endure in our lives. We finish dinner and spend the remainder of the night on the couch wrapped in each other's arms.

As I lay in bed that night unable to sleep, I can't help but think about what parenthood is going to be like. Despite Peeta's assurance that we can keep the press out of this, I know it isn't going to be possible. Everyone will want a piece of this child. The child of their mockingjay, the child of two hunger games survivors. No matter how hard we try, we will never be completely out of the spotlight. I know I have to talk to Peeta about this. We have to keep this a secret as long as we can.

The next morning at breakfast I decide to bring up my thoughts from the night before.

"Peeta," I begin. He looks up as I continue, trying to word what I want to say right. "Can we not tell anybody about the baby just yet?" I ask with a bit more timidity than usual.

"Why?" he asks looking a bit confused. I sigh. He doesn't get it.

"I'm just not sure I'm ready to tell everyone yet, not even Haymitch." I say, hoping he doesn't take it the wrong way…he does.

"Katniss are you not happy about this?" he asks. I knew this would happen if we ever did this. I should have just kept saying no, and let him drop it. I take a deep breath before responding, it's too late to turn back now.

"No Peeta of course I'm happy, I just think we should keep it between us for a little while. If we start telling people right away, then we're going to have a swarm of cameras and reporters following us everywhere we go and I am not ready for that."

"Katniss, that's not going to happen…" he begins, but I cut him off, suddenly very angry.

"Yes Peeta that will happen! Just because the war and the games are over doesn't mean they're going to leave us alone forever! The capitol will find out, and then it'll only be a matter of time before they're beating down our door for interviews and trying to get pictures of my baby bump to sell to the highest bidder!"

"Katniss I am never going to let that happen!" he yells back at me. "I promise you that I am going to protect you and this child. I love you both more than anything, and I won't let that happen to you." I can't help it, I don't believe him. We couldn't protect ourselves from the capitol. I-I couldn't protect Prim no matter how hard I tried...how can we expect to protect this baby?

I don't want to continue arguing with him about this, so I get up and walk upstairs, locking myself in the bathroom. I slump against the door and cry into my arms for a while. At some point I hear the front door open and close, and I know Peeta has left for the bakery.

I cry until I simply don't have any tears left, then pull myself to my feet and fill the bathtub up. I undress and lower myself into the tub. The warm water sooths my aching back and relaxes my muscles. I know some of my aches are just because of my pregnancy, but that coupled with the stress of my argument with Peeta has worn me out. It feels so good I stay in for most of the day. Eventually, I get out and dry off.

After dressing and brushing the knots out of my hair, I head down to the kitchen suddenly remembering that I didn't finish my breakfast that morning. As I walk into the kitchen I find the table cleared, the breakfast dishes washed and put away, and a note on the counter in Peeta's handwriting that reads:

Katniss

I'm sorry we fought, and that I yelled at you. I shouldn't have gotten so angry, especially because you're right. Anyway, I need to go to work, and I think we both need some time to think and cool down a bit. I'll see you when I get home, and we'll talk more about this then.

Love Peeta

Even when he knows I'm angry with him he's still so good to me. I feel terrible for yelling at him. I know I've got to do something to make up for getting angry with him, so I get to work cleaning the kitchen and making him his favorite dinner. I want him to know how sorry I am and how much I love him.

So what did you guys think? Please review! Hopefully this chapter did a better job of capturing the characters, and there were less grammatical errors than last time. I'm trying to keep it as in context as I can, but it may be OOC at times. To address a few of the comments on chapter 1: yes the "put a baby in my belly" line is from how I met your mother, it's my favorite show lol. For those who mentioned Peeta's hijacking, I am going to incorporate that in I promise, just not quite yet. Anyway, I hope you all like it, I was so pumped when I saw all the reviews and emails about everyone who had favorited my story! It definitely made my day!