Sorry for the delay, enjoy 3

*Katniss's POV*

A few months have passed since we found out about the baby, and things have got considerably better. The district has continued to rebuild, even after all this time and is now swarming with life. Peeta's bakery is doing well, and is often rushed off his feet but he still finds time for me and our baby. The morning sickness is easing, and a small bump is forming its place. Theoretically, I could still go hunting, but I don't see the point. I'm content at home, I don't feel the need to escape like I did not too long ago.

I start absentmindedly rubbing my baby bump. I find myself doing this a lot, but I'm not sure if it is for the baby's sake, or my own. At 17 weeks pregnant, I find myself concerned that I haven't felt any movement. My mother tries to convince me its normal, especially with first pregnancies but it doesn't help lift the burden.

I glance at the clock, at see that it is only half past one. However much I love being at home, I love it a whole lot more when Peeta is here too. He won't be home until gone 5, after the main rush has been and gone. He has hired some extra help ready for when the baby comes, but they are still in training. So, they aren't used to the work, let alone the rushes.

The bakery itself is actually doing really well. It is the same standard as before, if not better and it feels a lot more inviting. Also, people have more money; meaning the orders he gets are always considerably larger then what they used to be. He enjoys it though, and that's all that matters to me.

Feeling bored for the first time, I get myself a glass of water. I am just sipping at the refreshing liquid when I feel a stirring in my stomach. The closest thing I can link it to is butterflies, adrenaline rushing through my veins, but no. It's not that.

I go to put the glass down on the counter, but before it can touch the surface, I feel a light jab coming from the bump and it clatters to the floor. The glass shatters, exploding all over the floor in tiny shards but I remain frozen in my space.

I think, the baby just kicked.

To prove my assumption, I get the same sensation. A goofy smile stretches from one of my ears to the other, and I return to my previous motion of rubbing circles on the bump.

Stupidly, I step back so I can attempt to clean up the mess and I slip on the water. I fall straight into the shards of glass, fragments embedding themselves in my arms which I used to break the fall. I suck in a breath, through gritted teeth and prise myself of the floor. Instinctively, I check the bump before myself and it seems fine. I begin to panic, worrying if my child is in any way damaged even though I can plainly see my stomach is untouched.

I get another jab, and I instantly relax.

"Just like your daddy." I mutter, as I shuffle to the sink.

I gently prise the glass out of my arms, and allow the cold water to take away the pain. I slowly start to lose all feeling to my lower arms, due to the constant flow of cold water. I glance down at the floor, eyeing the dangerous amount of glass.

After debating with myself, I decide to leave the floor the way it is. It will get cleaned up later, as right now; I have other things to do with my time. I dodge the fragments, and shrug on my coat and boots.

The early spring air, sooths my burning skin as I walk rhythmically towards town. The normal 5 minute walk, only seems to take me seconds. It's when I see the bakery that I realise I had been running. I freeze, dead in my tracks trying to regain my breathe.

After a moment, collecting my thoughts I continue towards the bakery. When I open the door, the bell sounds and one of the trainees come to the front of the shop.

"Hello, welcome to Mell-
"Oh, hey Katniss." The worker replies, smiling at me.

"Hi Ethan. You okay?"

"Good thanks, how about you?"

"Never better."

"Peeta, the wifes here." He suddenly calls, and Peeta emerges covered in flour.

"The Wife?" I ask, crossing my arm over my chest and raising an eyebrow.

"Ethan said it, not me." He states, holding up his hands in surrender.

"Good enough for me." I respond, lacing my arms round his middle.

"What brings you here?" He questions, holding me close to him.

"Many things, you mainly."

"Come, on lets go home."

"I thought you had to work?"

"Yes, I thought you had to work." Ethan copies my statement, not even looking up from restocking the freshly baked cupcakes.

"Orders are up to date, you have enough stock. I have taught you how to cash and lock up."

"Extra pay?" He questions, a hopeful grin on his face.

I chuckle into Peeta's shoulder, laughing at how their relationship is so 'brother' like.

"Fine. Just, don't mess up."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

With that, both Peeta and I leave, and begin the short walk to the victors village.

"Oh by the way, I kind of trashed the kitchen." I mumble, when the house comes in to view.

"I leave you alone for five minutes." He smiles, swinging our arms slightly.

We both remain silent until we're in the house.

"Hey." He breathes, just before he captures my lips with his.

"Hey." I smile, when we pull apart.

After removing his shoes, he walks into the kitchen.

"Oh, I see."


"You didn't want to see me, you wanted me to clean up after you." He smirks, motioning to the floor. "But seriously, what happened here?"

"It's a long story, do you want to hear it now or later?"


"Come on then." I say, and lead him to the couch.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut up, and listen."

"Sir, yes sir."

I allow a moment to scowl at him, before the sheer excitement overtakes me again. Catching onto the atmosphere, our baby kicks again.

"Right, well... I was in the kitchen drinking water."

"And, you randomly decided to throw it on the floor?"

"Oh, hah hah."

I de-lace our fingers, and take his hand and place it on my rounded stomach.

"Then, this happened."

Just as I finish my sentence, our child goes wild, kicking like crazy. I look up and I see that Peeta has a stupid smile on his face and tears in his eyes.

"Thats, amazing." He breathes, the tears now falling down his face.

I lean up and kiss him, pouring as much emotion in it as possible.

"I love you."

"I love you too Kat."

Our little family.
Who thought I would be here?
Defiantly not me.


Sorry, this chapter kind of got forgotten about.
*dodges the bullets*
I have been UBA busy, and have only just had time to actually write this.

Sorry for the delay, but here it is!

Opinions are always appreciated. :)

Loaf you all!
~Amy xoxox :*