Aww… You guys said the most encouraging stuff about my last chapter. This one should be nice and suspenseful, just like you like. And fluffy. You guys like fluffiness, right? Peeta/Katniss moments are my favorite to write, but there has to be a little suspense in there somewhere. Both my friend and I decided Peeta's shirt fetish (or lack of shirt fetish) was definitely weird, but it is too fun to quit. And about the little spelling error thing, all I have to say is I am very surprised I managed to go to the state spelling bee in sixth grade because I SUCK at spelling. Plus spell-check doesn't work too well on this computer. :DD I dedicate this chapter to….michellethebookworm, who was the first person who reviewed. Actually, she was one of the very few that reviewed, so hopefully this chapter is better. :D I'm glad you loved it though! Okay, okay. THE funniest thing in the whole wide world. I will always love you if you go to this link and read the thing put up by this one AMAZING girl. .com/2010/08/27/the-official-mockingjay-teabs-survival-guide-ok-its-a-drinking-game/ I laughed with my buddy for so long after I read it. Trust me, if I am correct, you people will thank me.

Roughly two hours later, I opened my eyes again and sat up. Peeta was snoozing beside me (without his shirt on, of course), his hand stretched carelessly across the covers. My shirt was bunch up at my ribs, and both of our jeans hung low on our hips.

I must have made a noise shifting my position, because the second I did, Peeta's eyes snapped open. He shook his head and frowned. "Did I fall asleep?"

"We both did." I yawned and lied back down, facing Peeta. "The lack of sleep the two of us get is astounding."

"Ah, well." He stifled a yawn as well and casually reached over to tug my shirt down back over my stomach. "How's the wound thingy doing?"

"If it wanted to open again, it would have already." I grinned, and so did Peeta. "Trust me."

"It's nice, you smiling again." He noted, almost to himself. "You never really smiled before."

Just to bring back old memories, I scowled at him, which brought us both laughing quietly.

"It's ten o'clock. We should get going." Peeta flicked me playfully in the arm and began to get up, but I beat him.

"Ten o'clock?" Tossing off the light blanket I had on, I rushed out of bed and threw open my closet door. "It's ten o'clock and I have to go get Alexis. I'm not even wearing a real shirt!" Muttering angrily to myself, I glanced down at my wrinkled green tank-top, and began digging through my wardrobe even more furiously. "… And I wasn't supposed to skip breakfast! Ugh… This morning is so str—"

An arm reached around the front of me and gently turned me away from the mouth of the wardrobe.

"Stop freaking out, Katniss." How come Peeta was always so calm and collected when I was being unreasonable?

I felt my eye twitch, and I refused to look up at Peeta. Maybe I was being childish and silly because he never let me freak out, but that wasn't his problem.

"Katniss." Oh, no. Now he was using his reasonable tone of voice. I just knew the second I looked up he would use his puppy-dog eyes. "We are in no hurry."

Fine. I relaxed my tensed shoulder muscles and to my relief, when I looked up, there was no trace of pleading or puppy-dogness in Peeta's eyes; only slight amusement. I scowled. "You're laughing at me!"

He shook his head. "I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at your absurdness." From inside the open closet, Peeta pulled out a thin button-up cotton shirt, and helped me put it on over the tank-top I was wearing.

"And I'm laughing at your lack of concern for our daughter." I grumbled as Peeta buttoned the last button of my shirt.

He blinked. "You're not laughing at all."

"That was exactly my point." And before Peeta could figure out what I meant by that, I ducked into the bathroom.

There wasn't really a point in closing the door, because all I did was stand in front of the mirror, splashing ice water onto my face. I hate to admit it, but that did absolutely nothing except get me wet. Abandoning the attempt, I decided to instead comb out my straggly hair. If it was just going to keep getting messed up all the time, I might as well not brush it at all… After getting it all smoothed out, I left it down instead of braiding it like normal.

Peeta was waiting for me right outside the door when I came out. Like a gentleman, he offered me his arm and I awkwardly took it at the crook of his elbow.

"Is it too weird when I do this?" Peeta asked, gently nudging me in the ribs with the elbow I was holding.

"Weird? No. Awkward? Yes." For good measure just in case I made him upset or something, I gave him a quick kiss. "But it's okay if you do."

Peeta seemed pleased with himself.

Funnily enough, we were only a minute into our nice walk through the halls, when Peeta and I ran into Finnick. Literally. We strolled around a corner and ran flat into Finnick, who seemed to be strutting.

"Oh, oops. Hey Katniss." He grinned at me.

I narrowed my eyes. "You're not acting like yourself, Finnick. You seem almost… drunk. Have you been hanging out with Haymitch?"

Finnick shook his head and looked confused. "I am? Sorry. No, I just got really, really great news."

"You did?" I put on my most 'happy for you' look. "What happened?"

"Well, I had to take Annie to the—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." I interrupted rudely, taking my hand from Peeta's arm and waved it around in front of Finnick's face to stop him. "Annie was rescued? You have Annie? What happened?"

Finnick looked incredibly pleased as he said, "She was rescued about a week and a half ago. I thought she was…you know…dead, but there were rumors that a girl had been rescued from District Four and so I checked out the hospital, and weirdly enough, it was her." He had some type of dazed look in his eyes. "She was under room-arrest, I guess you could say. Two weeks after I found her, she was able to leave the hospital, but she had to stay in her room the whole time. Food was brought to her and, thank God, I was able to be with her whenever I wanted."

"That's great!" Peeta looked genuinely happy for Finnick. Maybe it was because he knew exactly what it felt like to finally be with who he loved. "So, the good news is…?"
"But yeah, I took her to the doctors today and-and—" I was surprised he hadn't exploded yet. "She's pregnant."

"Really?" Pure surprise blossomed on both mine and Peeta's faces.

Finnick nodded enthusiastically. "It actually really surprised me. I wouldn't have thought—"

But then he slowed down and blushed. "Never mind. But anyways, I am ecstatic."

"Have you thought of a name yet?" I was just as excited as Finnick. Okay, maybe a little less, but I was still happy. "Boy or girl?"

He shook his head. "It's too early to tell the gender, and we just found out about an hour ago, so there hasn't been any time."

"Where were you running to?" Once the plain surprise wore off of Peeta's face, he was trying to act casual.

"Actually I was…"Finnick feebly raised a finger past us and his face grew confused. His finger fell back to his side. "Huh. I don't really remember."

I frowned.

"That's okay." The moment of awkwardness passed smoothly and everyone was back being happy. "It couldn't have been too important if I forgot it that easily."

"Yeah…" I jittered around impatiently, bobbing up and down on the balls of my feet. "What time is it?"

Finnick blinked at me. "Around eleven."

My mood deflated. "Maybe we should pick up Alexis after lunch…" It was a horrible decision, but it made the most sense. To me, anyway.

Sensing my disappointment and anxiety, Peeta put his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "Don't worry. Alexis will be fine there for a little while longer. And who knows? Maybe they needed a little extra time without us constantly bothering them."

I scowled. "Who cares about what the doctors want? I want my daughter and it is going to take more than just lunchtime to stop me from seeing her."

Finnick seemed uncomfortable, standing there in front of us while we talked about somewhat personal matters. "I should probably get back to Annie. Maybe she can tell me what I was going to do." And with his usual arrogant grin, he turned on his heel and walked back the way he came from.

"He seems okay with being a parent…" I grumbled.

"It'll be fine. Trust me." Peeta gave his arm around me a light squeeze. "Come on. Let's get some lunch."

Sorry that chapter took long to get out. Something is wrong with me, I swear. Way back in one of my earlier chapters one of you readers suggested that Finnick and Annie have a baby, but I can't remember who. I have decided since it was your idea for it in the first place, you get to name the baby. :3 Well, R&R if you want, and tell me if you like my story!