Hey! Shout outs to the following: Themockingjay3, StarLights145, MoonDust198, SnowQueen135, PhoenixFeathers246, Mrs. Eaton138 and Mrs. Clace159. Here is chapter 9.

I woke up from the bed, still wearing the dress. I sighed, before I tried to get up. I couldn't. There was an arm around me. I turned to the other side of the bed. Gale was fast asleep, looking innocent and sweet. I tried to move his hand away gently, so that I wouldn't wake him up. He stirred a bit before he opened his eyes.

"Morning," I said, as he woke up. He smiled at me, before he noticed that we were sleeping on the same bed. He was about to say something, before Gabriel started crying. I sighed, before I picked Gabriel up.

I went down for breakfast. Peeta was still regrettably absent. Since I really didn't want to eat anything and my diet is planned out by the doctor because I was breast feeding Gabriel, I just heated some milk and made a fruit salad. The salad mainly consisted of apples and bananas. The first time I saw the diet, I'd asked if I was a rabbit. I took the food to my room. Gale was sitting on a chair beside the crib. Gabriel had somehow fallen asleep again. I brought back some coffee for Gale.

"Here," I said, giving him the cup of coffee. He smiled gratefully as he took it.

"Thanks," he said, before he sipped from the cup. Gabriel's eyes were closed, and I couldn't help but feel that he looked like Gale.

"He reminds of you, you know," I said, suddenly. Gale gave me a curious look over the rim of his cup.

"You think so?" he asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, I mean, he is your son," I said. Gale looked shocked. I had never really spoken of it, preferring never to mention it at all.

"I guess so," he said, before he moved closer to me.

"Do you regret it?" he asked, suddenly. I looked at him.

"Regret what?" I asked. I had a feeling I knew what he was going to say, even before he said it.

"That night," he said, and then, he swallowed, "That night that we…," The rest of the words hung in the air. The night that we had sex. I was silent. Did I regret that night? Most in my position would say they did, but if I said that, it would be a lie. I didn't regret it at all and I wouldn't change anything, if I was given the opportunity.

"Never mind," he said, picking up on my silence, "Just forget it," He started to get up from his seat and he made his way to the door.

"No," I said. Gale turned around, "I never regretted it, Gale. Do you?" He stared into my eyes, searching. He moved closer, till we were standing and so close, I could feel his hot breath fanning my face.

"No, how could I?" he said softly. I touched his face gently.

"I have to go," he whispered. He caught my hand and he placed close to his lips and gently kissed it. I was suddenly reminded of the time Peeta had done that same gesture to me in the arena. But when Peeta had done it, it was gentle, like an endearment. But with Gale, when he kissed my hand, I felt a jolt of electricity go through my body, shocking me. He put my hand down.

"Bye," I said, as he left.

I lay on the bed. It was nighttime, and Peeta had left to attend another meeting. His schedule was so hectic these days. Gabriel had already gone to sleep. The lights were out, except for the lamp beside me. I clutched a pillow as I remembered that faithful night that started it all.

"Gale, how could you?" I said; as I threw open the door. Gale's suitcase was half-packed, and he stared at me.

"There's nothing for me here, Katniss," Gale said. I stared at him.

"But…" I stammered. He was half-right, and who am I to stop him if he wanted to leave? Gale moved towards me. He looked into my eyes, before he cupped my face. He kissed me deeply. I melted into his kiss. Gale sighed softly and he pushed me up the wall. My hands reached beneath his shirt, feeling his muscles. Gale broke off quickly to take off his shirt before he kissed me again. He pushed me off the wall and put me on the bed. I took off my shirt. Gale moaned softly.

"Do you want to?" he asked, softly. His face hovered in front of me.

"Yes," I whispered and brought him down to kiss me.

I broke off my thoughts abruptly. I turned off the lamp and buried myself in the blankets. That night, I didn't have any nightmares, because my dreams consisted of stormy grey eyes and dark brown hair. That night, I dreamt of Gale.

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