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Okay. I know I haven't updated in a while... To make a long story short school, dance... You see? I don't have much time to write. I'll try my best to update again sooner though for this long time I've made you wait. Oh! And also, I had writers block which is THE WORST! But I finally have good ideas and you are going to love the upcoming chapters I have after this one! I have ideas! Read away...

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It was difficult to accept the thought of having two babies rather than one. I was already doubting myself in being a mother for one let alone two. I'd tried to be excited seeing how thrilled Gale was to be expecting twins, but it wasn't long before I'd admitted how worried I was to him. He'd hushed me, saying we'd be perfectly fine and I believed him full heartedly.

It wasn't long before three months passed and I was a little over four months pregnant. Gale was ecstatic and I was becoming fairly excited as well. My stomach had an extremely noticeable lump now. It grew faster considering I was carrying two babies and Gale couldn't stop touching and feeling and kissing it. My mother made sure I was doing everything right and did daily checkups on me. One day, when I was eating breakfast with Gale and my mother, I felt the flutter of movement inside me. It shocked me and scared me at the same time. I dropped my fork, stood up, and placed my hands on my stomach as Gale rushed over to me.

"Katniss, honey! Is everything alright?!" he said frantically. I washed the horrified and surprised look off my face and broke out into a smile. I took his hands in mine and placed them over my stomach. He kneeled down on his knees and waited patiently. When he broke out into the biggest smile I'd ever seen, I knew he'd felt it as well.

"Our baby!" he whispered with joy. I glanced back at my mother who was grinning at the sight.

"Babies," I corrected him.

I felt them move everywhere after that. At times they'd kick hard and I'd grunt a little, but other times they were as gentle as a feather brushing against skin. I had the idea that one was a lot more graceful than the other and the thought had made me laugh carelessly. A week later, we decided to get an ultrasound where we discovered we'd be having a boy and a girl. After that, we'd throw baby boy names out everywhere whenever one came to mind. Willow would be the girl.

Everything seemed to be getting better and better. Even my mother's appearance started to improve. Gradually, she gained some good weight and wasn't so drowsy. The long vacation was clearly doing her well. The blue eyes she has looked more stunning than I'd ever seen them since they weren't foggy with stress anymore.

Word had gotten out about my pregnancy of course, but I didn't mind. I guess I'd learned by now to except the fact that I can't do anything about my face being in magazines. Peeta was happy for me when he found out and every so often he came to deliver me some baked goods and see how I've been. Him and Delly grew closer together and eventually, they were inseparable. They started coming as a pair whenever they wanted to see how I was doing. I think they are a perfect couple. Happy and bright and hopeful. Like two dandelions in the spring. Of course I'd catch Peeta staring at me or the lump in my stomach with melancholy blue eyes occasionally, but then his eyes would reach mine. He'd smile, then turn his attention to Delly.

Today, Gale, me, my mother, Delly, and Haymitch sit in the living room together while Peeta makes fresh bread in the kitchen. I have my head resting on Gale's shoulder, snuggled comfortably with him. He has one arm wrapped around me, his hand stroking my arm and the other hand holding mine. It's quite cozy sitting like this in a "love-seat" big enough only for two people -us right now- but I'm quick, the first and only one to spring upward and rush to Peeta when he brings out the bread.

"I'm starving!" I exclaim, extending my hand towards the plate where he's already sliced the bread in separate pieces. He lightly swats my hand away and lifts the plate out of my reach causing me to stick out my lower lip in a pouty face. The smell is extremely tempting and I've been waiting for what seems like hours now while it was baking. I can't wait any longer.

He rests the plate on the coffee table in the middle of the living room with enough other plates for each of us to have a slice of bread on it and swiftly moves a piece of the delicate treat to one of them. I stand by his side, waiting for it, but he doesn't give it to me until I sit back down with Gale. As soon as my fingertips reach the warm crust, my watering mouth begins the process of devouring it where I simply shove huge bites in my mouth at once. Within the time everyone else waiting patiently gets their own slice, I've finished mine and asked for another. Before Peeta fixes himself some, he prepares me more which makes me feel bad for my eagerness, but I guess abnormal hunger is a side affect of being pregnant. And when it's a craving especially is when I demand the food immediately. Peeta hasn't been here in a while and I've definitely been craving his warm, perfect bread recently.

"There you go preggers," Peeta comments as he hands me the plate. I don't mind the nickname which he calls me often. I don't take any offense to it considering he's technically just stating a fact. Though, sometimes when I'm having a mood swing (another side affect of being pregnant for me) I'll get miffed at the remark for no reason.

"Thank you," I reply with an appreciative smile. It doesn't take long for me to finish this one either. I've finished my second before Gale has finished his and when he offers me the rest, I don't decline it.

"You were hungry," he whispers softly in my ear and tangles our legs together. I chuckle at his remark and nod in a agreement.

He removes my hand from mine and begins to stroke stomach with his familiar hand. At one moment, I hear the laughter of the others clearly, but when I look into Gale's eyes, it becomes distant. Gale seems to be the only thing I'm focusing on right now. We kiss shortly since it's a bit awkward and rude to make out in front of guests. Then, we turn our attention to the conversation that Gale so easily slides himself into. He becomes the jokester, him and Peeta receiving the most laughs. Gale just speaks for both of us since I'm not sociable, but he can be when he tries. It's only when Delly directs a question toward me that it speak.

"When are you going shopping for your twins Katniss? I can help you set up their room if you'd like."

I reply flatly with an "I don't know." Gale and I have approached the subject a few times, but we avoid it because somehow we always end up arguing about moving out of Victors' Village which was recently changed to the name of Rebellious Circle in courtesy of all the rebels who made peace in the world. I think it sounds cheesy, but complaining would be a waste of my time because I honestly don't care. The point is, he thinks we should live somewhere where we can start over with newer, better memories with our kids, but I disagree. Everything about the neighborhood has become so familiar. Especially the people who live in it. To me, moving is unnecessary. But Gale doesn't push it much anymore. I think he no longer cares as well.

When Delly isn't looking, I quietly tell Gale that I don't really want her helping with the room. I'm afraid if she does, everything will be too pink and girlish and the boy will have an unfair disadvantage. He agrees with this and neither of us mention the kids having separate rooms. We'd already both agreed on the two sharing the same bedroom.

Delly's comment sparks an entire new subject to be talked about. Soon enough, Delly has planned to go shopping with Gale and I tomorrow. Before I can object and come up with an excuse since I'd rather shop just with Gale, he agrees. Delly turns to Peeta with ecstasy written across her face and I take it as an opportunity to flash Gale a quick, menacing glare. He simply shrugs and joins in the conversation again.

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I wake up wrapped tightly around Gale's body. I remember having a nightmare, but I never woke up screaming. I guess I just clung to Gale instead. Maybe he'd clung to me to stop me from jumping or whatever. Either way, the memory is fresh in my mind and just as terrifying to think about than to experience in my sleep.

On another note, the funny thing about the way my legs are wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck desperately trying to get closer to him is my huge stomach getting in the way like a bothersome pillow. I wish I could just swing it aside to get myself closer to him.

"Hey beautiful," I hear Gale whisper and kiss me on the top of my head. I can't help but smirk a little at this. Every time Gale says that, shivers run throughout my body. I never paid much attention to the way I look, but when he compliments me or looks at me with eyes darkened with lust, I can't help but feel like a goddess. When I look into his eyes, they're the same as they often are. Pure love mixed with lust peaking through the cracks of that thick layer of love and respect for me.

His hair is messy giving him a "bad boy" look that many of the wealthier girls in school would have drooled over. They were already head over heels for him as it was. Sometimes, when I think about the way they looked at him in school, it makes it ten times sweeter that he chose me.

My reply surfaces into the chilly air of our room as a grunt when one of my babies kicks me roughly.

"Someone's awake," Gale remarks, chuckling. I break out into a soft smile as he begins to rub my stomach diligently like he often does.

"Did you sleep well?" I ask him. Like our usual mornings go, he tells me he either slept good or bad (good this morning) and then asks me. I reply the same thing and that's when we hear a doorbell.

"What?! Delly is here already?"

Both of us rise up and onto our feet frantically, exchanging worried looks.

"We never did set a time, did we?"

Gale curses under his breath. He shakes his head in answer -no, we didn't- before scurrying downstairs. I rush over to the closet and throw something on. I'm sure my image is still horrifying by the time Gale and I are both ready, but we gave ourselves only fifteen minutes to do so.

"Where's Peeta?" I ask Delly, who's smiling brightly as usual. She tells me that he's going elsewhere to pick up a few things for his bakery. I'll admit that this upsets me a bit. He's closest to Delly and would most likely feel most comfortable telling her when things are a little over the top. I can only hope she isn't too sensitive when it comes to hurtful opinions.

In the car, Gale and I sit together in the back seat. My hand slides in the direction of where his hand is resting on the leather seat. He's looking out the window, turned away from me. That's why it freaks me out when his hand begins to slide towards mine until our fingers find each other's in the middle. My eyes flicker upwards to the window where I see my own reflection and him sitting beside me, smiling at me through the glass.

"Excited?" he asks with a reassuring smile.

"Nervous," I whisper. He doesn't even have to ask why. I'm pretty sure he's feeling the same way and for the same reason. All we can do is pray that Delly has some sort of good sense in style somehow.

I lean my head on his shoulder and feel his free arm protectively wrap around me. His lips press against my hair before he lyes his head against mine.

"You are both just too ca-ute!" Delly says, her face glows with adoration at the sight of our cuddling. The corners of my mouth rise up into a delighted grin. I can't help but do that every time I'm reminded of Gale and I's love for each other.

Unfortunately we come to a store. I'm highly unfamiliar with any clothing stores around the "new district twelve." I know, I know, I've lived here awhile now and should know these places, but the only time I go out anywhere is for food, but usually Gale does that, or the two of us together. I mean, the outside is recognizable, but the inside is completely new to me.

At first, we all shop together and find a few things. Delly seems to be okay at picking out items, but they aren't all particularlyy favorite. That's why, when we split up to look separately -Gale and I together and Delly alone- we put things back that we dislike.

We make our way to an empty aisle and we're walking when Gale suddenly wraps his arms around my waist from behind, stopping me at a rack of baby clothes.

"You're too beautiful," he whispers, his breath tickling my ear. I lean back into him, my back arching the slightest bit so that I am looking up at him, my shoulder blades digging into his chest. My arms wrap tightly around his neck.

"So are you saying I'm out of your league?" I ask while my lips form a smirk.

"You're not supposed to know," he replies. "You might leave me."

"I doubt I could do that. You caught me. The chase was over a longtime ago."

"No . . . I think you caught me," he argues with a lighthearted smile as my smirk widens.

"Well then maybe there never was a 'chase,'" I suggest.

"No!" He quickly disagrees. "Trust me, there was a chase. You weren't that easy to get, it took months for you to even give me that smile."

It's now I realize that my smirk has completely broken into a huge smile, teeth and all.

"But you weren't easy either! You disagreed with everything," I exclaimed.

Gale bursts out laughing. He must be remembering those times in the woods we shared together. I think back to when he was so bitter to me. I'd say thinks that were proven by facts to be right and he'd disagree. At first I thought he was just an idiot until I realized he was only being stubborn. He knew it was right, but since I was two years younger he didn't like admitting that I had matched his intelligence in several subjects. I wonder if he thought I was stupid. That I'd believe him when he said I was wrong and automatically assume he was right. What he didn't know is that I was just as stubborn as he was and if not, then more. If I was positive I was right, I'd do anything to prove it. So finally, when I was tired of arrogance showed by thinking he knew more than me, I did prove it.

When I was thirteen and he was fifteen, I pointed out a tree in the woods and announced its name, he tried to tell me I was wrong. After stating all sorts of facts and saying whatever I could to get him to believe me, he still disagreed. He'd done this so many times, I was finally riding over the edge. So, the next day at school, I stole a textbook. I knew it was dangerous, but I didn't care. My mind was set on proving I was right. That afternoon, I showed him the tree in the book and the information about it, the description of it, and exaggerated the name of this tree called "the weeping willow" each time it appeared typed in bold letters on the luxurious paper. He flashed me a smile and said,

"I knew that."

He had sat there and admitted that he was only being arrogant and only wanted to sound better than me. I think he'd then realized that day that we shouldn't be competition for each other. We met to be a team, not enemies. And this day was also the very first day I ended my stubbornness as well. When he had finished explaining everything, he said to me,

"Stealing is punishable by death you know?"

He was referring to the textbook that I was technically borrowing even though we both knew the Capitol wouldn't care about my protest if they caught me. Anyways, I'd thought back to the day we met. These had been his very first words to me. So, it was then that I made history. For the first time ever, I gave him a smile.

Gale snaps me back into reality when he points out a baby shirt saying on the front,

I'm a rebel and I do what I want.

Then, we joke about how President Snow would've loved to see our child wearing a shirt with this printed on it. We laugh and chuckle together at several other things around the store and about how happy and girlish Delly's style is. I actually end up having fun shopping. When my legs start to hurt do to the added weight my babies put on me, Gale pushes me in a cart. I make sure to give him one million smiles the rest of the day to make up for the entire year I spent giving him non at all. By the end of the day, we are both delighted. We seem to be preparing well for our babies' arrival in about five months. However, we never would've been prepared for the several surprises coming our way.

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Just wanna say thanks @ilovefood0628 for helpin me with this story! ilysm, and just want to say once again that SUZANNE COLLINS OWNS ALL OF THE HUNGER GAMES CHARACTERS! Comment and vote pleaseeeeee! Thanks ;)