After a few hours, Peeta had settled down for long enough to bandage and clean his hand, and wipe down the counter.

"'eh Katniss?"

"yeah?"

"are we still going out today?"

"Do you feel up to it?"

"Yeah, I'm okay now."

"That's good. Sure, I'll make some snacks, you stay put."

"gotcha..."

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Katniss returned from the kitchen with a blanket, and a pick-nick basket.

"Here, I'll take that," Peeta suggested.

"oh no you won't!"

"Can I at least carry the blanket?" he tried sadly.

"...oh fine..." Katniss replied, tossing the blanket atop his head.

"yay..." Peeta chirped in mock joy, his shoulders dancing in a shivering twitch.

"Ready?" she asked, holding open the door with her hip.

"uh, yeah."

Katniss helped Peeta out the door.

"How have I become so demoted?"

"What?"

"is this what I've been reduced to?"

"Peeta, what are you talking about?"

"I can't carry a stinkin' basket! Katniss, these twitches are only getting worse. Think about what I'll be after a year, two-"

"Peeta, shut up."

"What?"

"Shut up. This will fade, just give it time. We've seen worse. Suck it up."

The air fell silent, and they continued to walk to a nice, clear, green spot. The couple sat down their things next to an old oak tree, and laid down on their blue and purple blanket.

"oof!" Katniss giggled to herself.

"What?"

"It kicked me!"

She busted into laughter. Peeta leaned over his wife, and looked very sternly at her belly.

"Don't kick your mother, Matao!"

"We're not naming it Matao!" Katniss yelped, pushing his head out of the way.

"why not?"

"Because Matao's a crappy name!"

"Can't you see it? Matao Mellark! It's a great name!"

"Fine, if it's a boy, we name it Matao. I get to name it if it's a girl."

"and what would that b-be?" Peeta asked, his leg doing it's usual twitch.

"I like the name Rosemarry."

"a plant?"

"well... so what?"

"It's just... Lots of names in your family are plants, huh?"

"yeah..."

"alright. Rosemarry it is. What do we call it until we know?"

"baby."

"Baby?"

"yep. Baby."

"okay?" he focused his attention once again on the belly.

"Baby, don't kick your mother. It's rude."

"Effie Trinket much?"

"May the odds be "Ever in your favor"!" he said, mocking her overdone Capitol accent. They both busted into a happy laughter that they both had long wanted, and deserved.

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I just had to make fun of Effie, God bless her. So, how was that? I finally got to the baby, called Baby! Well, review, review, review! Thanks! XD