A/N- Hi, everyone. Sorry I dropped off of the face of the earth. High school is a wonderful, stress-free place… (read that in a 'Haymitch-tone'- in other words, with heavy sarcasm).

Oh, and I hope you all like fluff, because there will be some in this chapter.

Chapter Eleven

The next couple of months in District Four go fantastically. It's so peaceful here that I almost find myself wishing that I always lived here, never in Twelve. I mean, District Twelve is still my home, and I miss it, but ever since I returned from the first arena, well… I guess it was just a place where I had too many nightmares, both while awake and asleep. Too much negativity is associated with it.

It's the middle of winter, but unlike District Twelve, the temperature has barely dropped. The coolest it has been was around seventy or so a few days ago. And the landscape… It's incredible.

Of course, what is even more incredible is the miracle of new life. In the middle of December, Annie and Finnick's babies are born, named Magnolia and Johan, just as planned. Luckily, Dylan has warmed up to them. It is so cute to watch him try to play with them. About two weeks after they were born, he discovered that it isn't easy.

"They're boring, Auntie Kat!" he complained to me one day. "They can't do anything! They can't even hold up their own heads. All they do is scream, cry, eat, and poop. Oh, and smell. But they're awesome! Are you excited for yours?"

My simple confirmation can't begin to explain how excited I really am. I used to be terrified by the idea of having kids, but now… I can't wait!

February comes. And Peeta and I await my now-looming due date with a nervous sort of excited anticipation.

Meanwhile, we continue to add to our name lists. We are only ever adding, never narrowing it down to our favorites. Our top ten list changes by the hour, and we seem to be discovering 'The One' every day.

It continues like this up until our list contains more than 150 possibilities. It is only two days until, as Effie would say, the big, big, big day, is anticipated. As we have so many times before, Peeta and I snuggle up together with several baby name books open, flipping through the pages and stopping at almost every name.

For about an hour, we do this. I consider his suggestions of Josie, Luna, and Bryn, while the only one of mine that he really likes is Poppy. But we still keep going back to the same ones from earlier on. Mostly Juniper, Brooke, and Ember, though Allegra is still a possibility, with the adorable nickname Allie…

Even looking away, the names seem to swirl dizzily away around us. In a second, the dizziness generalizes around the pit of my stomach. I press my hand against the spot, expecting to feel the pitter-pat of tiny baby feet. But instead, I find an entirely new sensation.

It's probably nothing though, right? And the feeling fades within the next few minutes, anyway. So I continue on with the conversation.

That's when it all starts up again. I guess I reflexively cringe right at one of his suggestions. I immedietly gloss over the any possible misunderstanding.

"I think... I think she's coming..."