Hi Everybody,

I'm so sorry I didn't update last night, things got crazy, but today I should be able to upload two chapters, in celebration of 3,000 reads from all of you amazing, awesome and lovely readers! I am literally speechless by the response of the story! I love you all so much!

********************************Peeta's POV***********************************

I roll over as quietly as I possibly can and stare at Katniss' beautiful face. I resist the urge I have to kiss her perfect lips; instead I just lay my hand on her cheek, and move my thumb over her perfect eyes and wait for the brilliant shade of silver to appear. "Good morning beautiful." Her eyes pop open much faster than I thought they would, they relax when they focus on my face, which actually surprises me. If anything waking up to my ugly and scarred face would frighten any normal person. "Does this not bother you?" I flicker my eyes around to direct her attention to my scars, cuts, and bruises. "Not at all, I have seen you at your worst." What do you mean you've seen me at my worst? "During the games?" "Umm… Yeah." She doesn't focus on the ugly scars, she focuses on the person I am beneath, but she seems fascinated by my eyes; I have no idea why, they are gloomy compared to her grey ones, but she seems happy so I try to just focus on her perfect face, even through all of the cuts and bruises, she is unbelievably stunning. "Good morning Peeta." She begins moving forward and I can feel her lips on mine, and I smile as I continue to kiss her.

**********************************Katniss' POV*********************************

I don't want Peeta to ever stop kissing me, he feels steady as ever and it feels like the same Peeta that I love, not the capital version in any way. Just the Peeta that I love. I am disappointed when he pulls away; I have to remind myself that he is just now remembering our first games. He doesn't know our entire story. I sit up and try to move my feet to the floor, when all of a sudden something hits me. It hasn't bothered me until now, but something is coming up, I run to the bathroom and immediately begin vomiting into the toilet. "Katniss. Are you okay?" He doesn't know you're pregnant. Quick! He's coming! Think of something! "The doctors told me that the pain medicine I was on could cause nausea." Yeah that's good. Sounds true enough..."Oh. I haven't had any side effects." He takes my hand and we go to sit back down on the couch, "Katniss. Now that it's morning, and I know that the games were several years ago. Can you please tell me what exactly has happened in those several years." I nod as subtly as possible, "Peeta, me and you were…well. We were…reaped again."

His eyes widen, "But, if we won the first games. It was impossible for us to be reaped again….right?" "It was the quarter quell. They reaped all the tributes from the existing pool of victors." His face turns paler than a ghosts, I touch his cheek, "Peeta, it's okay. We're okay now." Peeta shakes my hand off and looks at the disk of our first games, and he figures out he can flip it to see our second games, he puts it back into the player and stomps back over to the couch and sits down. His face is as hard as stone and he doesn't even bother to extend his arm out for me. He immediately skips to the interviews; he comes on first and his mouth drops open when he hears the end of the interview. "Katniss…so that is what happened in the last several years?" He looks down at my abdomen and it all seems to click for him, "You went into the second games pregnant?" "No Peeta, there wasn't a baby. It was an audience ploy." His eyes won't budge from our child. He closes his eyes and I hold his hand giving it a reassuring squeeze.

When his eyes open they are no longer a bright blue, the venom is pulsing through them, and he has the intent to kill floating through his eyes once again. He has me penned down on the couch, "Peeta! Please! I am actually carrying your child now. There in the video there was no baby to begin with! But now it's real that I am carrying our child!" "You killed my child!" "No! Peeta! Not real that I killed your child! You are about to kill your child right now, real!" I pull up my shirt so the bump is exposed, and I manage to pull his hand down to it. "This is your child Peeta! Please don't hurt her! If you kill me, you kill her as well."

He jerks his hand away from my abdomen, "this is your child, you stinkn' mutt! And I'm going to avenge my child on you and the little mutt inside of you!" I whimper in fear and try to think of something to say, "Peeta, please. This is your little girl; me and you went shopping a while ago to buy her some clothes. You picked out tutus for her, she will be your child if that's what you want! Peeta, just please…wait for her and then you can kill me!" His eyes shoot up towards the door, and then they wander back down to me with more violence, his hands wrap around my throat, and it's cutting off the air faster than any of the other attacks in the past. I close my eyes and except my death….Haymitch…you were right, I shouldn't have come to his room. Just then I feel the pressure release, it's hard for me to catch my breath and my eyes are so blurred I can only see a figure coming back towards me. I no longer fear for my own life, instead I fear my child's.

I scoot back as far as I can into the couch and when I reach the arm, I don't stop instead I tumble down to the floor; my head is what breaks the fall for my baby.

I open my eyes and they are as weak as I've ever had them felt. I look around the room panicked if anything happened to my baby. I look down and my stomach is still very much expanded. I look down at him or… her, Peeta had always wanted a little girl, so I decide to keep it a she until I know for sure. "Hi sweetie, we've had some rough days here recently haven't we? I'm sorry that you're starting to grow in a hospital. I hope you feel okay. Daddy didn't mean to hurt us. When you are older, I'll tell you why that happened." I feel her kick at the word daddy, "No, sweetie. I'm sure you felt what happened in there….I can't risk you being hurt for our own happiness." I just continue to watch as she moves around constantly in the womb, "Please stop, it was sweet at first, but now it's really starting to hurt!" I give up after a few more minutes and lie on my back staring at the ceiling waiting for this moving spell to end. I close my eyes and accept that the constant moving from the baby is the price I have to pay for spending the night with Peeta. "Katniss?" I don't feel like hearing a nurse jabber on and on about if I feel okay, because I would, if it weren't for the baby. I pretend to be asleep in hopes the "visitor" would just dismiss herself; "Look there Dillan, it seems like your auntie Katniss has finally fallen asleep. We better come back later."

I open my eyes quickly and I see Annie is standing by the side of my bed holding baby Dillan; I sit up and hold my arms out for a hug. "Annie. I've missed you so much." I breathe in the comforting smells of Annie's shampoo mixed with the salty air naturally found in District Four. "We've missed you too Katniss. I had heard about your accident…I wanted to come and visit but Haymitch told me, you were doing some healing." She looks me over and nods in approval over my expanded abdomen. "Annie, how much did Haymitch tell you?" "Just about the car wreck, and that there weren't any life threatening injuries. How much has Haymitch told you?" "What do you mean…told me?" "Oh. Never mind. Forget I mentioned it.

So they are letting you out of here today, you have to stay at my place for a few weeks, I thought it could be fun." "What about Peeta?" "The doctor didn't say anything about him. But you're cleared to come with me. Come on, I want you to come and sit on the beach with me and Dillan for a little while." "I have something I need to deal with. It'll only take a few minutes. If you would, go ahead and check me out, I'll be right back. And…thanks Annie." I give her a hug, and give Dillan a playful kiss on the nose, and walk out the door. I'm looking for one person and one person alone….Haymitch.

**********************************Haymitch's POV****************************

I close the door to Peeta's room and decide to lock it this time, god if Katniss were to get in there right now and trigger another one of Peeta's attacks. We'd both be dead. I shake my head and try to figure out a new plan for Peeta's recovery. Just then I see Katniss marching down the hallway, "Feeling better I see Sweetheart." Instead of the smile I was hoping for, I get a scowl, she rests her hands on her hips and stares at me like she's expecting something. "Well, I just saved your unthinking Mockingjay butt, what else do you want from me?" "I want to know what Annie is talking about, that you should have told me!" I close my eyes and rub my hands over them; I haven't slept the last two nights from being so lost in thought about Peeta. "Well. You're gonna have to be more specific." "I mean, what has been happening out there since I was in the accident." "When you were on your little joy ride over here to district four, there were some paparazzi snapping some beautiful pictures of the girl on fire."

"So? I was wearing a baggy t-shirt; nobody could see that tiny bump." "Well then… what is this?" I turn to the coffee table against the wall and pull up a newspaper. Katniss' face falls, she grabs the newspaper from my hand and the tears start welling up in her eyes. "Is this for real?" She's in a full sob by now. "I'm afraid so…Plutarch Heavensbee has already called, confirming this." She throws the paper at my head, a normal reaction from the girl on fire I suppose. I walk forward and hold my arms open for her, she walks right into them. "Haymitch, I want to stay here in the hospital until Peeta can come home with me." "Well, after last night, I don't think that would be the best idea." "But…I did get him to remember the first games. Doesn't that mean I can get him to remember everything else?" "Not after last night. I'm not going to risk your life or your child's life, on something I can do for you and him." She scrunches her eyebrows in annoyance. "I think we both learned last night, that you should be listening to me about these things more often." She seems slow to accept this, I have a feeling that there will be a fair amount of arguing until she gives in. I hate to constantly be on Katniss' case, seeing that she's pregnant, but she's just so….stubborn…I couldn't be happier when I see the red hair of Annie approaching her. Annie has great timing, I felt sure Katniss was about to start flooding the hallway with her tears. "Katniss, come on. Dillan is ready to leave, let's go home." "Annie. I need to stay here with Peeta." "Annie, no she doesn't. You should go ahead and take her home. I kiss Katniss on the forehead and walk away, so I can't make things worse.

*************************************Annie's POV*****************************

I grasp Katniss' hand, "Come on Katniss, Dillan is going to get fussy." "Annie. I can't just leave my husband here. You were right; I didn't realize what I had until I lost….him." she keeps looking over at a door, Peeta must be in or else she wouldn't be struggling to move in that direction. "Katniss, there has to be a reason that Haymitch doesn't want you near Peeta. We have to trust him." "Annie. I just want to be with him!" She hasn't stopped crying since I've seen her, "Katniss! Please try and trust me and Haymitch!" "Annie if that were Finnick in there wouldn't you stay with him, even if it meant risking your own life? Wouldn't you just…be with him?" Now I start to cry, "Katniss! Of course I would but…Peeta is alive and healthy. Finnick is dead! He won't come back to me! Peeta will always come back to you!" I am wailing this at her, and now the once sleeping Dillan is screaming at the top of his lungs, he doesn't understand why I'm crying and he doesn't like it. I try to comfort Dillan, as I do Katniss is able to free herself from my grip she places her hands on the door and just watches who I know has to be Peeta. Dillan calms down in a few seconds, I look up to see the cause and it's because Katniss has come back over and is smiling at little Dillan. "Annie, I'm ready to go." We walk out to the car in silence…. I am too possessed by the thoughts of Finnick to even attempt to try and comfort Katniss…

Hey Guys, I know you all probably hate me after making Peeta have this attack….and I apologize for that in advance, but what did you think of this chapter? Love it? Hate it? Let me know! I should be uploading again tonight! Again, I can't thank you all enough for all the love and support! I should be talking to you again tonight! Talk to you at my next update!

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