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“You are my alpha’s wife, that means you are the alpha too.” Annie rubs the towel over Katniss’ leg that was cramping. “You need to eat more bananas. Then your legs wouldn’t cramp like that.”

Katniss shivers and gags. “You know they are still making me sick.”

“Then eat an avocado.”

Katniss sits up with a grin on her face. “Mmhmm— guacamole. I need some.”

“You just want to eat my avocados.”

Katniss struggles like a turtle stuck on their back until Annie gives her a hand up.  “You have avocadoes? You know Peeta can make the best guacamole.”

Annie wrinkles her nose. “Peeta is a wolf, a carnivore. He can make guacamole?”

“He can make anything, besides, the pups want green stuff,” she exhales with a smile on her face as her belly ripples. “Oh, and chips. I need chips.”

“Well come on then. Let’s go find the Alpha,” Annie says holding out her hands again. Katniss takes them and with a grateful smile, Annie helps her down.

Annie walks ahead of her, but Katniss pauses a moment to tug her t-shirt back in place. she’s been an official member of the pack for eight months now, and she still hasn’t gotten used to being naked in front of everyone.

A smirk appears and Annie turns in time to catch it. “What’s that for?”

Katniss shakes her head. “Just thinking is all. Here we are, the first humans this pack has turned in years, and we don’t even like to be naked.”

“I don’t mind the naked part.” Annie grins. “It’s the changing in front of everyone part. Finnick always wants to—“

“Yeah I know. He always wants to drag you off to have his way with you,” Katniss giggles.

Annie’s face flushes a bright pink. Neither one is able to say anything else when Finnick himself appears at the door to their suite. He nods at his alpha’s mate, then smiles at his. “What are you two doing?”

“Katniss’ back was hurting. I was helping,” Annie replies before Finnick steals a kiss.

“I think you need to rub on me, too,” he begs.

Katniss rolls her eyes. “Let me leave you two alone,” she says as she ducks out of the room.

She doesn’t go too far when Annie calls her back. They meet in the doorway, and Annie shoves four medium sized fruits at her. “Enjoy,” she says with a wink.

Her stomach flutters as she walks back down the hall. The first time she felt it, it scared her half to death. But now, she loves to feel her pups, which the supernatural OB as Peeta called Dr. Cinna who flew in last week confirmed, roll around inside her.

She blinks as tears gather when she remembers seeing two little heartbeats on the ultrasound screen that the OB brought with him. Dr. Cinna confirmed that she was indeed twenty-four weeks, and due when Grandma Mags guessed. “I can’t wait to meet you two,” she coos as she crosses the threshold into their suite.

Not really paying attention, she runs right into someone, who grabs her by the arms before she topples backwards. Her wide silver eyes blink into Carolina blue ones, and a huge smile appears on her face. “Easy there, Kitten, I’ve got you,” Peeta murmurs, leaning in for a kiss.

She smiles against his lips, and happily exhales into his arms. His arms surround her pulling her, tighter against him. She starts to return his hug, when she remembers what she was doing before she ran into him.

And he starts kissing her.

Guacamole can wait—her stomach growls at that thought. Peeta’s eyes open slowly, and she can feel his lips move against hers, right into a smile. “Are you hungry, Kitten?”

“Very—“ she answers before she runs her tongue along the seam of his lips, begging for him to kiss her again. “But I want you, too.”

Peeta pulls away and she growls low in her throat. His brow, that one brow, shoots up in silent question. She knows that she is the only one allowed to even look him in the eye like she does, much less to show any aggression.

But her wolf knows that pups are hungry. And their mate needs to get them some food.

He looks down at her hands, and pulls her arm up until what is in her hand is within his sight. “Avocadoes?”

She grins at him. “The babies want guacamole.”

“Well, they get what they want right now. What about their mama?”

“She would like some too. Peeta?” His eyes move back to her face. When their eyes meet, she gives him a tired smile. “I love you. Thank you.”

He kisses her forehead, then her nose then a light touch on her lips. “Anything for my mate.”

Katniss has to control her wolf not to emerge and roll around on the ground in front of him at his words. “I need you—“ she pleads as she backs up towards their bedroom. The avocados are in one of her hands, while she pulls him along after her.

“Why are you taking the avocadoes to the bedroom? How kinky are we going to get?”

She stops and looks down, her cheeks flushing. She shoves them at him. “I want guacamole.”

“I thought you wanted me?”

Her gaze takes him in, lingering on the medium sized fruits in his hands making him chuckle. The pups roll again, reminding her- “I do—but I’m hungry too.”

“Can you give me five minutes?”

Her eyes light up. “How could I forget? it only takes you five minutes!” She sounds sad when she adds, “I wanted your homemade chips too.”

His chuckle still makes her heart flutter in her chest. He kisses her on the nose and mutters, “Let me make the guacamole.” He steals another kiss. “You go,” his lips skim her cheek, stopping at her ear. “Get ready for me.” He leans back suddenly, knocking her off balance, making her giggle. “Then we’ll make some chips.”

She looks past him, over at the little kitchen they have in their suite. Stepping around him, she heads for the refrigerator. He says something behind her, but in her pursuit, she doesn’t hear him. “Hang on,” she dismisses him as she opens the door. “I know it’s in here somewhere—“ she murmurs as she digs in the bottom.

“What are you looking for?” he asks behind her.

She straightens up, arms full of whatever she could find. That damned brow of his shoots up again. This time, she ignores it, and deposits everything in her arms on the counter. “You know, I will make you anything you want,” he says behind her.

Her heart speeds up, knowing that tone. When he uses it on other wolves, it’s to demand their respect. She’s since learned that his wolf is talking. And it’s usually because he feels like he needs to re-establish dominance. As his mate, she is the only one who can approach him when he is feeling this way. She also didn’t think that the food would make him feel like he wasn’t providing and taking care of them.

“I know, Peeta,” she whispers as she wraps her arms around him. He’s stiff for a long moment, until she runs her fingers through his long blond curls at the nape of his neck. She presses a kiss to his jaw. “You always take care of me, of the pups.” She presses her bulging tummy against him, and both of them startle when those same pups roll again, pushing against them both. “See, they know their Daddy. It’s just that they are making me so hungry—“

He finally relaxes, and pulls her closer into him. “Let’s find you something to eat, then.” He turns her so they are facing the food she put on the counter. “What is all this?”

Her voice is muffled when she answers, “They’ve been bringing me food.”

“Who?”

“All of them. Whoever cleans the kitchen, they will bring a plate and leave in the refrigerator.”

His grin is instant. He didn’t really worry about the pack accepting her, but with them getting pregnant so fast, they are rallying around them. “We’ll let’s see what’s in here,” Peeta says.

They quickly open the containers. There is a little bit of everything the pack kitchen has been serving over the past week. “Hey, Katniss?” She meets his gaze. “Why don’t you go relax, and I’ll whip us something.”

“I could go jump in the shower—“

He grabs her hand, and pulls her close again. After he steals a kiss, he says, “Do that. Let me take care of you.”

Her smile, that he can tell is tired, still lights up the room. A tinge of guilt pings his heart. Maybe he should have used protection when they mated. The pups—

“Shhh,” she coos. “You’re thinking too much.”

“How do you do that?” He whispers.

She shrugs. “I know you better than you know yourself. I’m just tired is all. Growing your pups is hard work, mister Alpha.” He chuckles at the nickname she calls him when she’s teasing him.

“Well, go enjoy your shower, Kitten.”

Peeta watches her disappear into their room. He wants nothing more than to follow her and join her in their huge shower. “First, food,” he murmurs as he turns back to the counter, and takes in the food gathered there. After doing a quick inventory of what is gathered, he pulls out his favorite cast iron pan, and pulls the butter out. A long Santoku knife and a cutting board joins the motley assortment.

While the pan heats up, Peeta quickly chops some left over steak, peppers and an onion. It doesn’t take him long to get everything in the pan. He looks in the refrigerator again, but can’t find the tortilla shells he thought were in there.

“That explains why she said ‘no homemade chips’.” He looks at the basket they keep their bread in. “Hey! Some sub rolls.” He reaches for them, along with the provolone cheese. He quickly assembles the sandwiches and slides them into the little convection oven.

He then slices open the avocadoes. His smile appears when he hears the shower cut off in the bathroom. Quickly, he adds a pinch of this, and a dash of that. By the time his mate comes back out, and slides her arms around him, her guacamole is ready. He grabs the bag of chips out of the cabinet, disappointment making him frown that he can’t make her the homemade chips she’s asking for.

“I have bad news.”

“What?” she asks, her voice muffled in his shirt. He can hear her inhaling his scent, making his wolf come to the surface.

“We don’t have any tortillas. All we have is store-bought chips.”

“No homemade chips then?”

“I’m sorry, Kitten.”

“It’s ok.” He feels her move and her head appears looking around his arm. “That smells amazing, and looks even better.”

“Anything for you.”

Katniss lets go of him, and comes into his line of sight. He can feel her looking up at him, searching—“You really do mean that, don’t you?”

Peeta stops mid stir so he can meet her gaze. The spoon is loud as it clangs against the ceramic bowl Katniss bought on one of her trips to Atlanta. “What?”

Her face grows pink. “I know that you love me. After that mess with Clove—“ she stops as an involuntary shudder dances up her spine. “I love you, but you,” she pauses as she wraps herself in his arms. He pulls her tight against him and rests his lips on the crown of her head as she continues, “Really would do anything for me. For the pups.” She is still for a long moment before he feels her move again. He loosens his hold and she looks up at him. “I would do anything for you. I hope you know that.”

Warmth, that sweet precious warmth that he feels whenever she is near heats him up. “I do know that.”

“Take the sandwiches out of the oven,” she commands softly.

“Why? Are they done?”

“They can wait. Right now.” She meets his eyes again, and smirks. “I need you.”

“You do?” That damned brow raises. “What about your food?”

“Later,” she growls as her wolf shimmers under the surface. Katniss and her wolf have both been too nervous to shift, since they got pregnant. But her wolf is always close. She stands on her tiptoes so she can reach him, and he meets her halfway. Their lips meet.

They both feel a surge of desire shoot through them. It pools in her center, while his makes him hard. Her hands find the hem of this shirt, while his fingers find the waistband of her yoga pants. Her pants hit the floor, along with her panties, and his shirt lands on top of them. She giggles, while she unfastens his jeans and he tugs off her shirt. The discarded clothes join the rest, with her bright coral bra landing on top like the metaphoric cherry.

Not that either one of them notice.

Lips trail to nipples, making her groan. She buries her fingers in his curls, not willing to let him go. She opens herself up to him, welcoming him as he sinks into her unable to wait any longer.

“Fuck Peeta,” she purrs. “You feel so good.”

He slowly begins to pump his hips. “Is that what you’ve been waiting for?” he grinds against her, making sure that he hits her clit. “Is that what you want?”

She clutches his shoulders, her orgasm building quickly. “Peeta—“ she gasps unable to hold her wolf back, she feels her canines grow, and she sinks them into the sweet spot where his neck curves into his shoulder.

He quivers under her touch. She’s marked him before, several times, unable to ignore the urge to bite, to claim. The wolf inside her likes to claim what’s theirs. And make sure everyone knows it.

She bares her neck, and he returns the love bite, making her growl. At her submission, he increases his motions. Not that it takes much at this point, as she begins to shudder around him. He leans up so he can see her. when her eyes roll back as her orgasm washes over her, he speeds up, chasing his own. The tingle starts in his back, stopping at his balls, but he doesn’t allow himself to come. “Do you want me to come, Kitten?”

Waves of pleasure still wash over her as she tries to speak. Unable to form words at this point, she meekly nods. He lowers himself, until he can reach her lips. They meet, and it’s all she can do to hang on while he snaps his hips. Another orgasm catches her by surprise as he groans his release into her. He’s kissing her as they both enjoy the endorphins rocketing through their systems.

When he stills, he collapses and rolls to her side, careful to keep his weight off of her. He pulls her close and she nestles her head in the sweet spot right over his heart and she wraps her arms around him.

“I don’t think I can move,” his whisper fills the space around them.

She stills from where she was rubbing his stomach. It takes her a moment, but when she can finally sit up, with his help of course, she meets his sleepy gaze. “Food, Mellark. I need some food.” She pushes on him, making him roll over. “Your pups need food.” In a sing-song voice like the hit song, she starts to sing, “You’ve got to move it, it—“

He gets to his feet with a chuckle. “Alright, alright.” He grabs the bowl of guacamole and the chips they do have and sets them on the table. Then he holds out his hands for hers. She places hers in his, and he tugs her to her feet in one swift move. Before she can say anything, he is offering her a chip, loaded down with green stuff.

“Mmhmmm—that’s so good,” she moans.

“Sit, so I can feed you some more.” Katniss gladly listens to him. she munches on chips while he works at their short counter. The oven dings, and he pulls out something that smells so good, her mouth starts to water. He quickly plates what he pulled out of the oven, and sits it before her.

Her smile is bright as she sinks her teeth into the sandwich. When she stops humming long enough to get another bite, she looks up. Her heart flips when she meets his eyes, smiling at her.

She grabs a quick drink. When she can talk again, she returns his grin. “I love you, Peeta Mellark.”