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Chapter 29:
*2 years later*

Today is May 8th. My birthday. Peeta made me a cake that Willow dug her hands into the minute he put it in front of us. 

"I guess Willow gets that chunk." Peeta smiled, as he started cutting out the chunk. 

Willow was smearing icing all over her face. "You know," 

"Peeta." I tried to get his attention but he kept talking. 

"If your Aunt Effie saw you she'd throw a fit," 

"Peeta."

"And then she'd cut me and mommy's heads off and that would not be good." 

"I'm pregnant." 

He stopped mid sentence after I blurted those words out. 

"Ar-are you sure?" 

I nodded.

"That's great!" He smiled and then laughed. He hugged Willow and I. Soon, there would be another one of us. 

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