A/N - Hello lovies, Chapter 13 is here! Some more drama near the end as well as a 'bomb shell' :-O! There's not a whole lot to say about this chapter but that I hope you like it and enjoy it, I personally like how I ended it ;) ;) ;)

JoshY95- Not between Rory and Peeta but between Peeta and Gale is what I meant. Although, Rory and Peeta will have some light conversation coming though, most likely in the next chapter. BUT... I just want to remind everyone, and I don't mean to crush anyones hopes or dreams for this fic BUT this is a Gale and Katniss fanfic, not a Peeta one. I had NO intention of really bringing Peeta in this to begin with, but some of you guys wanted him to make an appearance so I did. He will NOT get in the way of Gale's and Katniss's relationship though, sorry! Peeta's character wouldn't do that and I don't want that for my story. Hope everyone understands. Oh yeah, I did have to add a little Finnick reference... you might hear a little bit more of him in later chapters :O Thank's Firework7 for your review too!

Well, I hope everyone is doing good... It's seemed I lost a majority of my reviewers :(. They mean so much to me. Anyway, Chapter 14 will NOT be up until Tuesday. I'm sorry for another delay BUT I really want to make this next chapter good, you'll understand more when you finish reading this chapter.. hopefully. Anywho's, enjoy Chapter 13 my friends.. Reviews are appreciated! Much love - Macayla (No Chapter 14 Preview)

** SOME sensuality.. Feel free to skip if wanted **

I unofficially call this Chapter: "Love and it's Properties."

I quickly lean down, passionately kissing him square on the lips. After a few seconds I come up for air.

"Catnip, not rig-"

"Gale, come on!" I cut him off, pleading.

His legs are still hanging off the bed but he sits up with me still in his lap. I stretch out my legs, wrapping them around his back. He opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off again-

"Come on Mr. Hawthorn…" I say while running my thumb against his lips. ".. Just a quickie?" I ask, batting my eyelashes.

"In good time, Mrs. Hawthorn." He replies.

I sigh and get up from the bed, walking towards the small bathroom off of the bedroom, mumbling 'Asshole' as I do. He laughs at this remark and I turn around just before I disappear into the bathroom.

"It's not funny, Gale!" I exclaim irritated.

"I'm just messing with you!" He replies, still laughing. He walks over to me as I say my next words.

"Really? All I wanted was some affection from my own damn Husband! Is that to much to ask for?" I shout angrily. He puts his hands on my waist.

"When we have a house full of people waiting for us downstairs it is, Catnip." He replies soothingly, giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Plus I don't want you barfing on me during sex." He says, walking past me and into the bathroom.

I find myself mumbling the same crude word to him. I follow him into the bathroom and he helps me undress and clean the wounds, pouring clean water over them and removing a few more pieces of class. I do my best to ignore his 'I told you so' comments. After a few minutes we finish and Gale leaves to change into his pajamas, leaving me to wash. I quickly finish and walk into the bedroom, pulling on my night clothes. I decide on a 'showy' night gown I wear for Gale sometimes. It's nothing that the others can't see me in, just way to small for me, showing my cleavage and barley covering my bottom. I leave my hair down. I'm determined to get something out of him tonight, even if it means going to the slag heap. He smirks when he see's it but doesn't say anything. We walk downstairs together to see everyone sitting in the living room, half asleep. Gale, Hazel and myself retreat to the kitchen, talking about sleeping arrangements. After a few minutes we decide Posy can sleep with Prim in her bed and Hazel and the boy's can have our bed. It will be a tight squeeze, but they should fit. Gale and I will take the living room.

We tell this to the others and they all head off to bed, Prim bids us goodnight as she hauls a sleeping Posy into her bedroom. Hazel and the boys do as well before walking upstairs. Gale and I retrieve extra blankets and pillows before making our beds. We only have one couch and a big arm chair in the room. I start to make my bed in the chair, knowing I'm smaller and it's much easier for me to curl up in it then Gale. He see's this-

"Katniss?"

"Hmm?" I reply, curling up in the chair.

He points to the couch he has turned into a bed. I contemplate, knowing how exhausted I still am. But taking it from him would be selfish. He worked hard, the hardest I've ever seen him work, and if he can't have his own bed, he at least deserves the couch and not the small chair.

"I'm fine." I reply, telling the truth. The chair isn't half bad.

He walks over to me, stretching his arms out to help me stand. I take them and stand, liking where this could possibly go. He pulls me against his chest and speaks seductively.

"Well how about we share it then?" He asks, bringing his lips to me neck. Finally!

I know exactly what he means by this comment, the couch is way, way to small for the both of us. I would have to lay on top of him or vise-versa. I like the idea though.

"Sounds good." I reply, more of a moan.

He breaks our embrace and takes a seat on the couch, pulling me onto his lap. I don't completely sit though, I leave a few inches between us and I lean my elbows on the back of the couch, shoving my cleavage square in his face. He kisses what's exposed as his hands move over my body. I bring my forearms back and my fingers fumble in his hair, tugging lightly and making him groan. I kiss the top of his head for good measure. I plea silently that no one will catch us, we've down it with our siblings in the house before but still. I know Gale wouldn't get embarrassed if his own mother caught us, me on the other hand, I would be mortified. I still can't look Mrs. Mildred straight in the eyes anymore, Gale does though.

Gale slips his hands between my legs, running his fingers against my private, only to remove his hand all together. Sometimes Gale will play these 'games' of sorts and tonight's game looks a lot like 'hard to get'. Sometimes he'll briefly play that with me, knowing how it turns me on. His hands move over my body more but his hand goes back to the same area again and under both layers of clothing. I moan loudly, wishing his fingers would be replaced by something else. His lips are still on my chest when he speaks-

"If my mom see's us I'm going to kill you." He says moaning.

Maybe I was wrong when I said he wouldn't get embarrassed? This is coming from the same man that after only being married for five days, attempted to finger me with my own sister in the room. Yes, she wasn't paying us attention but either way, he didn't care about getting caught. But his words sounded more joking that being serious. I sit up meeting his gaze, his hands don't stop though.

"Don't…" I moan. "… worry about that. It's just you…" I kiss his nose. "and me." I say, this time kissing his lips.

My comment must do the trick, he removes his hand and somehow flips me on my back, nearly dropping me on the floor. He doesn't lay on top of me though, He spreads my legs and only removes my underwear, still leaving my small night gown on. He brings his head down between my legs. I moan loudly with pleasure while my fingers find his hair again. My old self would shun this type of intimacy, another factor why I never thought I was cut out for marriage. I never thought I'd be able to be comfortable doing this with someone. Yes, I wasn't at first, it took me some time to adapt to it, to not second guess ripping off my clothes in front of him. But I would only do it for Gale, not just because I'm married to him, but he's the only one I trust. I've realized it's something natural, we do it because were drawn together by love.

That night we try to quiet our moans as we have some of the best love making yet…

XX

I wake to the sound of… nothing. Nothing but the birds outside and the morning sunshine coming in through the window. It's another Saturday, my favorite day of the week. I realize I'm laying on top of Gale, my head on his chest and his hands wrapped around my back. Thankfully we must have remembered to put our clothes back on before falling asleep, realizing were not in a private room. Last night is still a bit of a haze to me, I don't remember sex feeling quite that good. I'm exhausted like usual, but it doesn't help that Gale and I went well into the night last night either. I yawn as I carefully and quietly get up, gently slipping away from his grasp. He's still dead to the world sleeping. I know he works hard so I don't bother in waking him yet, I decide to let one of his siblings do the dirty work for me. I yawn again as I make my way upstairs, waking Hazel and the boys. I find them all sitting up in bed though, talking.

"Were up. Thank you dear." Hazel says, losing her normally bubbly spirit. I can only imagine what she's going through.

I smile and make my way down the stairs and into Prim's bedroom off of the living room. I silently plea she didn't hear Gale and I last night. I open the creaky door to find Posy(of course) snoring away and Prim with the pillow over her face, slightly snoring herself. I laugh at the site before me, but I feel for Prim. I know how she feels, I was after all the one that shared a bed with her too for three months. I decide not to wake them just yet but have a look around the Prim's new bedroom. We helped her set it up of course, but over the week she has added touches here and there. Even though I tuck her in to bed almost every night, I never really paid attention to the room. Gale and I agreed she could do anything and everything she wanted to the room, we both slightly spoil Prim as much as we can.

I observe the room, she has her drawings hung up around. I walk around looking at them. Their happy drawings, some of the woods, the meadow, the lake, her class mates, herself and I, even Gale. She's not half bad. Of course, their not overly detailed but it's most then just doodles she does when she's board. I walk over to her desk to find half way done drawings, papers, a dried flower I brought her from the woods a few years ago. I smile at how happy the room seems. No, we live in the Seam and don't have very much but Prim never complains. Instead, she's the first to share her lunch at school with a starving child or the first to give up her jacket for a shivering man, even though it's several sizes to small. Prim is naturally compassionate and happy-go-lucky. Both of which I lack.

I walk over to her dresser to find a few different pictures in cracked and rusted picture frames. The first one is of my mother, showing off her pregnant belly outside of our house. I can't tell with who she is pregnant with at first, me or Prim. But her face looks young and fresh, most likely me then. She's… glowing. I've heard of 'pregnancy glows' but it's not like that. She's… beautiful. Her long, blond hair falling down her back. She look's no older then myself, and she wasn't when she had me.

I glance to the other, framed picture to find my mother, once again pregnant but this time with Prim. You can tell she's a few years older, and exhausted. I know it's Prim because I'm in the picture. It's outside of our house again, my arms wrapped around my mothers swollen abdomen and my head resting against it. My mother looks tired but happy, overjoyed, just like the other picture. The next picture is of mothers and fathers wedding picture. Their both beautiful. You can see the pure love radiating from the two of them. Their no older then Gale and I. I smile at it, picking it up to get a better view. When Gale and I married last month, they took our picture as well. But sadly it can take a few months before the Capitol is able to print and send them back (go figure). I only hope the picture shows as much love as my parents.

"Kat?"

I turn around and Prim is sitting up, her pillow mounted over her head. I carefully replace the picture and make my way to her side of the bed-

"Morning, Little Duck!" I exclaim.

"Quake!" She lets out with a giggle.

"Quake yourself!" I reply, tucking a piece of loose hair behind her ear. It amazes me how much she looks like mother.

"So what's on the agenda?" She asks, removing the pillow from her head and yawning.

"Your guess is as good as mine!" I reply, grinning.

We wake Posy up and I help her change from her pajamas. I realize I'm still in mine but I don't make any rushed efforts to change. As I'm pulling Posy's little, brown pants up a sudden, quick wave of the damn nausea hits me again. I thought I was over it. Prim see's this and frowns. It quickly subsides and I take a deep breath.

"You really should talk to mom about it more." Says Prim while pulling on her pants.

"I already did, Primmy." I reply.

"I know, but the medicine usually works every time. Maybe it's something different?" She comments.

"It can't be. I'm fi-"

"Katniss!" She shouts. "Please go to mom again. People die from colds all the time, you know that! Please Katniss?"

"Fine!" I say frustrated. I make a mental note to stop by and see her sometime today.

Once I finish dressing Posy, we head into the kitchen. Gale is still asleep so I shove Posy over his way. She jumps on him and I hear her shout 'Gale Gale's'. I find Hazel in the kitchen, making breakfast and the boys at the table arguing about something.

"Hey Kat, one of the boys on the wrestling team is going to help me practice, can he come by tomorrow?" Asks Rory.

I nod my head 'yes' in answer. As soon as I smell the cooking food, vomit threatens to make an appearance for the second time this morning.

"Mrs. Hazel, I've got to go see my mom. I'll be back soon." I say, hunched over and clutching my stomach. She turns around from the stove.

"Oh! Of course, Sweetheart! Vick, walk her over please." She replies.

I turn away her offer from Vick and quickly pull on my winter coat, making a beeline down the Seam road and to mothers house. Finally the vomit comes though before I'm there, I quickly finish the walk when it stops and subsides. A moment later I'm at her house, I contemplate knocking again but I don't, inviting myself in like before. I find her cleaning the kitchen table-

"Oh honey are you still sick?" She asks, setting down the rag and walking towards me.

I guess I prepared for a house full of sick and injured people from the storm, but all there is is a snoring woman coming from the living room. I nod my head in answer to my mothers question. She leads me to a chair at the table, checking my forehead for a fever.

"Well, you don't have a fever." She sighs in frustration. "I really don't know what it could be but one thing sweetheart."

She's crouched down on the floor in front of me but she takes both my hands in hers and smiles.

"You've been using the pills I gave you right?" She asks. For a second I don't know what she's talking about, but then it hits me… birth control.

"Of course!" I exclaim harshly. There's no way in hell that I'm pregnant!

"Every other week?" She asks.

No, this is not happening.

"You said every few months!" I shout. I refuse for this to be happening.

"No, every other week I said." She says calmly.

But I'm far from calm. This is not what I want, I can't be-

"Katniss, it doesn't mean your pregnant. A lot of woman here have problems, taking several months to conceive. Your most likely not, but let's just check to be sure, okay?" She says. I nod my head.

Her words calm me of some sorts. My mother may be far from perfect but she's a good healer. She always knows what to do, and most of the time, when she speculates, she's almost always right.

Almost.

I watch her as she gets up, walking in the kitchen and opening up the cabinet she keeps her medical supplies in. I've seen these 'test' before when she gave them to her patients, their disgusting. Over the years she must have stocked up on these like the pills. As she walks back over to me with it, I feel a heaviness in my chest. Is this really happening? Am I really taking a pregnancy test? No, this isn't real. I have to be dreaming… but I'm not. This isn't a dream, this is damn reality. I don't want children, I don't want to have to watch them die and starve. Hell, I still have one year left at the reaping myself. And how in the hell am I supposed to tell this to Gale if indeed I am pregnant? No, he'd be happy. I know he want's children, he would be thrilled.

My mother opens the small box, taking out a long… stick of sorts. I pray to God that doesn't go… up me. She quickly takes that worry off of me when she gives me the instructions on how it works. I'm supposed to pee on it. She hands me the test and gestures with her head to the bathroom. She asks if I want her to help me but I nod no. But I do want her with me when I read it.

As I'm walking to the bathroom I still can't believe this is happening, this isn't happening. Just what if I am pregnant? No, it won't be the end of the world but it will sure feel like it. I don't want this, I don't know how many times I have to say it. No, I don't have anything against children really, but I don't want my children to grow up in this twisted, fucked up society that we call Panem. With it's violence, death, disease, starvation… this is no world to be bringing innocent children in to. If I lived somewhere else would I have them? I don't know, maybe.

I walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind me and doing what she instructed me to do. It's not easy to pee on something so small, but after some moving and wiggling around, I get the job done. I walk out, joining my mother in the kitchen again, handing her the test back with shaky hands. I won't know right away, when my mother has done the test with her patients, I remember her telling them it takes time.

"Ten minutes and we'll know." She says, echoing my thoughts.

I resume my seat at the table while mother tries to speak soothing words, telling me everything will be fine no matter what the test says. But I barely listen to her, this is happening. I never thought that I'd be already taking a pregnancy test and only being married for a month and two weeks. The next ten minutes seem like days, weeks, months, years before the damn thing beeps, scaring the crap out of me.

"I love you and I'm proud of you no matter what." She says. I'm to numb to speak. She reaches out her hand. "Ready, Sweetie?" She asks.

I take hold of her hand, clutching like a lifeline as I stand, walking to where she set it on the counter. She hands it to me, telling me how to read it but I find myself not taking it. Willing for me to finally wake up from this hell of a nightmare. I can't raise a baby, I'm not ready for this, I'll never be ready for this. But what if I'm not? Nausea threatens me again but the drumming of my heart against my chest and my shaking legs is enough to ward it away… for now. My mother practically shoves it in my hands, making me read it myself. With shaky hand's I grasp the test as though it might break, bringing to my gaze. But before I read it, I take a deep breath blinking a few times. Finally I look at it and the feeling starts at my toes. Working it's way up bottom of my legs, threatening my knees to give away. Up my thighs, burning as it trails along my back and finally. It feel's as though someone stuck a bomb inside of my head.

I'm Pregnant.

To Be Continued...