A/N: I promise I'll update this more...there aren't that many more chapters in the arena anyways. The games are just soooooo hard to write. I really wanna do the whole thing justice and I just don't feel like I can. Anyway,I've decided I'm going to take this through until the end of the war. You can hold me to that,ok?

I'm not exactly sure how long I was asleep,but I do know it was longer than I was supposed to. I looked next to me,and sure enough,there was Peeta,perfectly happy watching me sleep and playing with my hair.

"Peeta,you were supposed to wake me up to guard! How long have I been out?" I was tempted to yell at him,but I didn't need to wake up Finnick and Johanna.

"Kat,calm down. You need the sleep more than me. I don't mind taking your shift. Really." He calmly replied,still playing with my hair.

"But I mind. Now get some sleep and let me take over." I snapped,shoving him off me.

"No,Katniss. Forget it. Besides,I have to wake Finnick up in about 15 minutes for his turn." He still sounded perfectly calm. At least one of us was,because I was freaking out on multiple levels,about multiple things. Including Peeta still running on the minimal sleep he had at the training center.

"Peeta,let Finnick sleep. I'll take it from here and wake you all up in the morning." I hissed,realizing it was probably somewhere around 3 am. Without a doubt,the cameras were right on us,since anyone with any brains would be sleeping or guarding camp at this hour,and not arguing with their fiancee.

"Katniss. I said no. You can stay up with Finnick if you want to,but not alone. It's not going to happen. He's just as concerned as I am." He reached over and put his hand on my rapidly growing stomach. I shoved him off again.

"Forget that! Just forget it! This is hard enough without you and Haymitch constantly bringing it up!" Out of nowhere,my voice broke and I started sobbing uncontrollably. Peeta came closer and wrapped his arms around me. Defeated,I let him hold me until I calmed down. Damn mood swings.

"Lemme wake Finnick up. You can either stay up with him or go back to sleep with me. It would make me feel better if you were with me,but your choice." Peeta whispered when I had finally cried myself out. I just fell against his chest,not exactly wanting him to let go,all of a sudden. Peeta must have taken that as an I'll stay with you.

"Ok,Kat. Be right back." He kissed my forehead and stood up to make sure Finnick woke up.

I lay back down in the sand and put my hand on my stomach. I was actually starting to get worried,because it had been some time since I'd been kicked. Just about 24 hours. A lot had happened in that time,and there was no telling what could have happened without my knowing about it.

When Peeta returned,he had a silver parachute in his hand.

"Whats that?" I asked,remembering that Haymitch had promised to keep us with a steady supply of my nausea medication.

"A couple things." He said,sitting in the sand. "This..." He handed me exactly what I was suspecting. Good thing too,I was starting to get desperate,luckily adrenaline makes a nice substitute for my nausea medicine for a short time. "And Finnick and I have no idea what this is." He handed me a little metal cylinder. I took it and knew exactly what it was. A spiel. Except, those are usually used to get sap out of trees,and I couldn't exactly figure out why we would need tree sap. I explained what I was thinking to Peeta,and he was as confused as me.

"Lets try and figure it out in the morning. Lets try and get a little more sleep." He said,lying down next to me,sliding one arm around my shoulders,the other he put gently on my stomach. Without warning,he pulled me closer and kissed me. Actually kissed me,for the first time all day. When he finally came up for air,he was smiling. Looking from me to to my stomach.

"What was that for?" I said,smiling back. I put my hand on top of his and slid my fingers between his.

"No reason." Peeta shrugged and quickly kissed the back of my hand. "I love you..."

"I love you too Peeta..." I whispered,getting as close to him as I could. I fell asleep quickly. Peeta holding my hand tight. He seemed more...possessive,than usual with Finnick around. It bothered me,for some reason. Was Peeta still paranoid about loosing me? He had to know that me being pregnant with his child meant I was going nowhere...right?

A/N: More short chapter...sorry about that. With me,I stop when the mood is right. It's a habit I got into in like,the first grade. So I don't think It will be changing anytime soon. Does anyone read my Author's Notes anyway? Probably not,but if you don't-you need to. I tend to publicly explain things through my A/N just in case other people are confused too. Because the way my mind works...people get confused pretty often. Important details get lost and all that. Bad habit. Oh well...if it gets to be a week before I update this-feel free to spam the inbox.