Help me get to 100 reviews! You get me there and love me still, and I'll update…hmmm… well you be the judge. How often should I update? Every… WEDNESDAY. Unless I feel like updating another time. Nobody likes Wednesdays…might as well give you something to look forward to. By the way, I'm a bad person, it's been months, I know… Sorry… Maybe the horny storm of Katniss and Peeta has passed and all my fans wanna stab me now, but I think I'll try updating again anyway…

Another note was laid perfectly flat against the pillow next to my head. That is until I rolled over and crushed it. I took the crumpled thing and smoothed it out again, trying to tame the wild beast that was my hair. It was in my face, making it impossible for me to read what he'd written. It wasn't going to be a surprise anyway; all it was going to say was that he was at the bakery.

'Sorry about the way things turned out last night, it was going great until that overwhelming detail ruined everything… I am so sorry.

Really…

I promise I'll make it up to you, as soon as I figure out how. (:

I love you, and I'll be home before noon.

-P'

I tried not to remember Peetas story last night. I needed to take care of myself, I needed to bathe… I pushed the sheets away and checked the digital clock on the bedside table. Eight in the morning. I needed to get up, I needed to get out into the forest and hunt before angry people showed up at my door expecting their orders. Most of them were due by the end of the week. I needed five squirrels, two rabbits, and two deer. But I always steered clear of the babies, that was something I couldn't bear to do, doesn't matter if was the only deer I saw all day. I would wait until a more humane option came along.

The deer have just started to come around again, now that most of the fences were torn down and they no longer had a reason to be so afraid.

two months later.

I dragged the game under what was left of the dead fence, and made my way home. The trek was always something Peeta failed to accomplish on his own. I've tried to take him hunting with me, but it seems he's more comfortable behind the counter surrounded by flower. I've found that despite the fact that he makes bread as well, pastries are his absolute passion. Cakes and cupcakes, they're something that we are never low on.

I made it home in time for preparation, which was at noon at Greasy Sae's new shop. I'd helped her to rebuild and make more of a profit with the best of my game. She's graduated from soup and has proven herself to be a better cook than the district imagined having, considering she stemmed from the Hob. Whenever Peeta and I choose not to eat at home we go to her, knowing at least her food is fresh. I'd only caught it earlier that week. I owed it to everyone in the Hob to supply only the best I could find, in return for showing their support our first time around in the games. We don't have any money here, but the people in the Hob pooled what they had and became supporters because of Greasy Sae's generous offers. She probably offered them food…

Who knows? I never bothered to ask her, never thought it fit. The games were over, and it was time to start over.

As for Peeta I saw something good coming for us.

It was obvious now that I was pregnant. I was starting to show, more and more every day. One other thing I've been noticing were my hormones; I wanted Peeta every hour of the day. Today was one of those days I just couldn't wait, and I had to actually go to the bakery because he wasn't getting home soon enough.

After dropping off the game at the Hob, I started to make my way there. Nobody noticed yet that I was pregnant, but they would soon. We had decided not to tell anyone until we figured out if it was a boy or a girl.

Soon though I wasn't going to be able to hide this. The paparazzi were going to go nuts, "The new Mellark baby replaces its lost sibling." Since the whole world thinks we already lost a child…this will be considered a miracle.

"Peeta," I say as I walk into the sweet aroma of break and frosting. A few people are scattered around, looking at things to buy. I smile at them and walk into the back.

He's sitting on a stool doing something I never really understood to dough. Hitting it?

"Hello sweetheart," he says kindly, glancing up at me before returning to his work.

"Can you take a break?" I ask, fearing this could get out of hand quickly. I was never this type of person, but things are taking control of my body quickly. It's rapid, and scary, but I know I'll love this. Peeta feels so much better; my body is so much more sensitive.

"I guess I could for a minute," he says, stopping what he's doing to wash his hands. Once he's done he embraces me. "Was there something you needed?" He asks.

I nod, "Mhmm." Then I drop to my knees and yank his pants down. He gasps, falling back against the counter.

"Katniss!" he whispers loudly. But as shocked as he seems I know this is going how I want it to. Why else would he have a boner? "This is so dangerous, not here," he tries to say, but his voice falters and he grows more reluctant as I start to stroke.

"Can't make love right now? I might be busy later," I murmur against his manhood. He breathes slowly, trembling.

"I just…"

"Shhh," and then he's in my mouth. I have grown quite fond of doing this for him over the past few weeks, ever since I discovered I could it's been a gem in our sex life. He groans softly, tangling his fingers in my hair. But I can feel him trembling, I know he's paranoid. If we were home he'd be so much more firm and unrestricted, less professional.

"Katniss…" he trails off.

"Let's get outta here," I say, standing up and wiping my mouth. He pulls his pants up and I take his hand.

"Can I at least put this in the oven first? I'll have to come back later…"

I nod and he blushes furiously, I just walk out the door and grin at the customers like nothing happened while I wait for Peeta.