First off I would like to apologize for taking so long to update. I would also like to thank you all SO MUCH for the reviews! I can't tell you how happy it makes me, so please continue to review

Also, I want to clear something up…some people thought that Katniss should have taken the miscarriage differently. Well, it's not that she wasn't upset, it's just that when she found out, she was sort of in shock. So now I will let you read this chapter, I tried to make this happier to make up for the last chapter which was pretty depressing.

I knock again on Delly's door, impatiently waiting for her to open it. I'm still not exactly sure what I want to tell her, but I know I'll need her help to carry out my plan if I want it to actually work.

Finally, Delly opens her door and looks surprised to see me "Oh, hi Katniss" she smiles her huge friendly smile and gestures for me to enter the house. She lives in her old house, or a new house built where the old one used to be. It's a bit larger and nicer than the old one, but it still pales in comparison to those of the Victor's Village.

She sits down on a couch in her living room and I sit next to her. There are a few moments of uncomfortable silence before I realize that she's waiting for me to explain my random visit.

"I need help." I say. When she raises her eyebrows and cocks her head to the side, I continue "I want to make a nice dinner for Peeta, and a cake" she stills looks confused, so I elaborate "Well I'm not the best cook, and you and I both know that I can't bake."

Understanding crosses her face and she smiles "Of course I can help you Katniss! But what's the special occasion?"

I bite my lip to hold in my smile, before answering "I'm pregnant."

Delly and I sit in the living room, waiting for the lamb stew to be done. It took a long time to decide what I wanted to make. I wanted it to be special, something that could bring back good memories. Even though lamb stew is sort of a private joke that we have about my favorite meal from the Capitol, a reference to our first games; it's still my favorite meal and it is special to us.

Thinking about this makes me think back to our first games, back when our relationship first started. Looking back at it, at our first two years, I realize that I truly loved him all along. When I would feel that thing in the pit of my stomach during some of our kisses, in both games. When I knew I would never be able to kill him in those first games, when I refused to hurt him. When I made a decision to save him, to keep him alive in the Quarter Quell. When I couldn't function because he was gone, because he had been captured.

I don't know why it was so hard for me to accept the fact that I loved him. It had seemed such a foreign emotion back then. I was too scared to feel it, to love anyone; especially someone who could so easily be taken from me.

I'm pulled from my thoughts when I hear Delly's voice "Are you alright Katniss?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just thinking" I reply, sighing.

"About?" she asks.

"Peeta. About us, how crazy it is that we are here; married and all. I guess I just never thought it would happen to me, to us"

She nods and smiles, she is about to say something else when I smell something burning.

"Do you smell that?" I ask, standing up.

"Yeah" she says slowly "Smells like…burning" she says and we run to the kitchen.

There's smoking puffing from the dish, and I quickly put on oven mitts. I grab the pot and move it from the hot surface of the stove. Delly is occupied, trying to get the stove to turn off, and I remove the lid.

The chunks of lamb are all black. Not one salvageable piece. I groan and slam the lid back on, glancing at the clock. Peeta is due to be home from the bakery in less than an hour.

Finally, the oven stops beeping and Delly comes over to where I'm standing; glaring at the ruined meal in front of me.

"It's ok Katniss, we can make something else. Something easier…?" she looks at me sympathetically, with her eyebrows furrowed.

I shake my head, "No, we still have to do the cake" I say, leaning on the counter with my elbows, holding my head up with my hands.

"Maybe we should get started on the cake. I don't think Peeta will mind if the stew is a little overcooked." I can tell that she's trying to be nice and helpful, but for some reason, she's just making me really annoyed.

"You call that overcooked?" I hiss "It's completely burnt! It's ruined" I turn around so that my back is facing the counter, and sink down to the ground, taking my head in my hands once again, resting my elbows on my bent knees. "I don't think Peeta is going to want to eat cake for dinner" I say, now holding back tears.

I don't know why I'm being so emotional, it really isn't that big of a deal, and I know this. I just can't seem to control myself as the tears streak down my cheeks.

"Oh Katniss, its ok! Don't cry, Peeta won't mind" Delly seems nothing else but flustered and I feel bad for going crazy over this.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just wanted it to be perfect; I want everything to be right this time"

"D-do you want to make the cake now?" she asks hesitantly.

I nod and she holds her hand down to me. I slowly get up and smile apologetically at her "I'm sorry" I say.

"Well, you are pregnant, so I guess your hormones might make you a little bit crazy" we both laugh and start to get the ingredients for the cake out.

Apparently, cakes are quite messy to make. By the time we are done there is flour everywhere, two broken eggs on the floor – they got slippery when I tried to crack them – and a lot of batter from when the mixer went haywire. But at least we have a finished product this time.

I remove the cake from the oven carefully, and peer down at the masterpiece in my hands. Its vanilla - Peeta's favorite. It looks just like the ones he brings home from the bakery, perfectly shaped and colored. I gingerly set it down on the counter and turn to Delly.

"Well?" she asks expectantly.

"It's perfect." I say. She smiles hugely and throws her arms around me, squealing.

"But we still have to frost it!" I say, glancing at the clock. Only ten minutes, if Peeta comes home right on time.

"Right" she says, nodding her head once before turning to get the bowls filled with frosting. "What color?"

"How about blue with pink writing?" I obviously don't know if it's a boy or a girl yet, so I might as well decorate it both ways.

"Yes!" she says, taking out a frosting knife. "You can frost it and I'll write…wait what is it going to say?"

I can honestly say that I had not once thought about what the cake would actually say. I knew that I wanted it to be obvious to him that I was in fact pregnant, but how was I going to say that in frosting? I didn't want to be so blunt and just say something like 'I'm pregnant' that's just plan boring.

I just finished frosting the cake when I hear the door open. I look at Delly frantically and she has a determined look on her face.

"Go say hi to him tell him you have a surprise and I'll sneak out the back. I have the perfect thing to write, trust me!" she whispers.

I quickly walk to the door where Peeta is taking off his jacket "Hi Peeta" I smile.

"Hey Katniss! How was your day?" he pecks me on the lips before taking my hand in his.

"It was ok, I have a surprise for you" I say with a mischievous grin.

He raises his eyebrows and with a smile he tries to coax it out of me "What? What is it?" he asks excitedly.

I just shake my head at him "It's a surprise!" I walk slowly into the kitchen and let out a sigh of relief when I see that Delly is nowhere in sight and the cake is on the counter with a silver cover over it. "How was your day?" I ask.

"Not so great" he replies, a small crease forming between his eyebrows "This lady kept yelling at me because I got her order wrong or something. I don't know…it's been pretty hard to focus lately"

I smile knowingly "I know what you mean"

"You know what would make me feel a whole lot better?" he asks with a smirk.

I narrow my eyes at them "I think I can take a guess" his smile grows wider as I walk over to the silver platter on the counter.

"Is this my surprise?" he asks me before I lift the lid off. I just nod absentmindedly; I'm trying to lift the lid in a way so that I can see what Delly wrote without Peeta seeing. When I finally have it up just enough, I smile widely at the words written in Delly's perfect hand.

I pull the cover off all the way, and turn the cake so that the writing is facing him. A look of confusion crosses his face before his eyes widen in shock.

"Is-are…Katniss?" he looks up at me with the biggest smile I've ever seen on his face.

I nod and before I can answer him fully, he's crushing me against his body, hugging me tightly to him. "So, you like your surprise?" I ask sarcastically, after he lets me go.

"Yes! Katniss, when did you find out?"

"Today. I figured a couple of days ago; I just went to the doctor to make sure"

"How far are you?"

I shrug; I hadn't actually asked the doctor "I think something like a month and a half"

Peeta suddenly pulled me into another hug, kissing my forehead "I love you" he whispers into my hair "No matter what happens" and I know what he means. He's thinking of the baby, of what could possibly happen again.

"I love you too Peeta" I turn my head upwards toward him and lightly kiss him. I pull away and get out a knife, to cut the cake with. "I hope you like it. I made it today"

"You made this?" he says after taking a smile bite "Really Katniss? Who did you ask for help?" he asks with a smug grin.

I scowl at him and shrug stubbornly. "Are you saying that I can't bake a cake on my own?"

He chuckles "Delly?" he asks, expectantly.

"Yes" I reply sourly, turning away to get more cake.

"Aww come on Katniss" he grabs me by the waist and turns me to face him. I can't help but scowl again at the humor in his eyes "It doesn't matter if Delly helped, it was still you who did it"

I shrug, looking past him and he chuckles, using his finger to tilt my head so that I'm forced to look at him. He kisses my softly on the lips, and I can't stop myself from melting in to the kiss.

He reaches past me to cut off another piece of cake "Wait!" I exclaim, stopping his hand before he can cut into the frosting words. "I want to keep the words there. Cut around them"

He cuts a small piece, leaving just the words now. I know he wants to keep them there too, I know it must make him happy to read it – Peeta, future #1 Daddy

YAY! No more sad Peeta Ok, I know that Katniss is really OOC throughout this whole story, but…you have to admit that a fluffy Katniss and Peeta are super cute! Plus this is a fanfiction so I can do whatever I want! Haha

I'll try to update soon. If I get a lot of reviews tomorrow, I might update on Monday :) SO REVIEW!