Hi all this is the last chapter of this fun little story, I hope you've all enjoyed it.

PS...thank you to S Collins for the Hunger Games.

Peeta hung up his apron, he was running late. Tonight was Madge's Tart's and Stud's party. It was all the city could speak of. She was the former Mayor's daughter and she was beloved by the entire city. Tonight's party would benefit the Children's Cancer Research foundation.

"Heading home?" Thresh said.

"Yeah, I'm not in for the rest of the weekend."

"No problem we've got this boss." Thresh clapped him in the back.

"Thanks Thresh," Peeta said.

"Have a good time in that fancy party." Thresh winked.

"Will do," Peeta said as he exited the building. He sent her a text to let her know he was on his way. Knowing Katniss she might be worried.

Katniss had lost it all, in the beginning of her freshman year. Her family was struck by a drunk driver as they were heading home on New Years Eve. Her father and sister Prim were instantly killed.

Luckily Katniss and her mother survived, Madge had found out and extended her home to Katniss since her mother was in coma. Her mother never recovered and passed. She had no one and Madge's family adopted her.

That's when Peeta came into the picture. He became her friend. She and Peeta were inseparable, until one day she noticed her feelings were more than just a friend. He had always been in love with her and it was as if providence smiled upon them until they tired to become parents.

As much as he wanted to be a father he loved her more. He'd waited for her all of his life and he was not going to let this get in the way of them. Peeta would not trade his life with Katniss for nothing.

It was a long year of recovery finding each others balance but finally they were at a good place in there lives. He called her but she did not pick up, most likely she was getting ready for Madge's party. He grinned recalling that short little plaid number she'd worn for him a few months ago. He'd lost it.

It was his high school fantasy coming to life. With this thought in his brain he made a slight directional change in his route home.

He stopped off at the florist and bought her a bouquet of wild flowers just because. He was constantly doing this surprising her with romantic little gestures. Peeta loved Katniss and was grateful to have her. His phone buzzed, he saw a picture of a burger with the word hungry underneath. Grinning he stopped by the nearest burger joint that she loved and got them something to eat.

As fabulous as Madge's parties were, hors d'oeuvres, never filled up his Katniss. He would rather she go on a full stomach than have her stalk all of the waiters all night long for food. He headed downtown to their apartment and walked up the three flights of stairs to their third floor apartment.

He was whistling when he entered the apartment.

"Katniss I'm home, I got us burgers and fries." He shouted as he headed for the kitchen.

"I'm in the bathroom. Can you come and help me with something."

He set the food on the counter and headed to the bedroom with the flowers. He stopped and his mouth went dry as he saw Katniss in her catholic school girl out fit. His blood flowed south but his eyes raked her body from the tip of her toes to her sultry smile and smoky eyes. This never got old.

His hands trembled as he held the flowers.

"Aren't the students supposed to bring the teacher's gifts?"

"I thought we agreed you weren't going to wear this, again." Peeta said as is hand fingered the thigh high hem of her plaid skirt.

"I wasn't but I didn't think you would mind." She lifted up her skirt and flashed him.

He grinned and threw the flowers into the sink. "I'm going to shred this shirt in pieces."

"I'm counting on it."

He easily lifted her and sat her on the vanity. His hands slid up her legs, pushing them wider as he stepped forward. Her hands braced themselves against his chest.

Katniss licked the corner of her mouth; she knew how crazy this drove him. He wanted to kiss her hard.

In a sing song voice she said, "Oh no, you've got to do what you promised."

Lifting his hands he grabbed her white shirt and literally tore it open. He was expecting her to be wearing that lacy bra, but instead she wore a tank top with his name on it. "Branded yourself have we."

Katniss looked at him from underneath her lashes. "Did you read the tank top?"

Peeta looked down and saw there as image. At first he did not understand. Then he stepped back and pulled the shirt downward so that it could be clear. He gasped.

It read 'Peetas a baby daddy." The image below was of a fetus no it was no fetus this was his baby. His hands shook, his body vibrated, he did not know how to react. He was happy, he wanted to shout, he wanted to make love to Katniss.

But he did neither.

"Baby," He muttered his brilliant blue eyes held unshed tears. "Baby."

"Yup," Katniss answered back she was clearly crying.

"How? When? Are you okay?"

"The last time I wore this outfit, in nearly five months, and yes are you okay?" Katniss could barely speak, her voice wavered with emotion.

Peeta cupped her hand and stared directly into her gray eyes. "Real or not Real, you are carrying my baby."

"Real,"

Peeta cradled her face and placed a dozen little kisses on her face then he placed a kiss on her neck. He held her gently, she was as fragile to him. He knew all too well what it was like to loose a child and the toll that it took on them both.

He gently placed a kiss on her lips, "My baby is having a baby."

Katniss laughed and held him with much greater force than he did.

"Wait, what about Madge and her shindig? Does she know?"

"Yeah she knows we're not going. She's the one who helped plan this."

"Good cause no one will ever see you in this outfit." He couldn't help the jealous note in his voice. He recalled a certain guy at their school that tried to scoop her away from him. Peeta fought hard in the only way that he could at the time. He became her friend and became indispensable to her.

Katniss giggled. "What about the tank top?"

Proudly he touched the image of their baby. He grinned lopsidedly. "Oh the whole world is going to see that."

She laughed then she said, "Will you feed me?"

"Sweetheart I'm going to make you into a cheese bun." Peeta said happily cradling her into his arms. He Peeta Mellark was going to be a father. He was a stud.