Peeta held her closely. "i know... it hurts.." he whispered softly. "i can't imagine how i'd feel if it was Katniss in there.." he admitted softly. "but it will be alright.. i'm sure of it." he murmured smiling a little as he kissed her forehead. in the two months, Gale had slowly started to accept that Peeta wasn't a Mutt, not much, but a little. enough that he didn't try to kill the other every time he saw him. but when they brought Leanna in he started panicking and crawled the walls trying to get away from her. he didn't attack her, couldn't attack her, but him being afraid of her was almost as bad. Peeta held her hand, kissing her forehead as he watched the little baby moving around in her belly, sighing a little. "i know.." he whispered. "but he's getting better... he's just found out that Mutts can't breed." he admitted smiling at her. "did you know that? Mutations can't carry babies..." he admitted setting a hand on her slightly swollen baby. "i bet your kid is going to look like him... going to have his pretty gray eyes don't you think?" the door slid open suddenly and a person stepped in. Gale, he wasn't chained, he didn't need to be. he looked confused as he looked around and then froze as he saw Leanna, his eyes wild, panicked but he swallowed thickly. "...Mutts can't carry babies..." he muttered softly to himself, terrified, but willing to trust Katniss and the doctor he had come to rely on. "Mutt's can't carry babies..." he muttered again, slowly inching his way forward, glancing from Peeta to Leanna, trembling as he hesitantly, so hesitantly reached out and settled his hand on Leanna's belly, feeling the swollen, a glance at the screen to prove it was in there before his courage failed him, and he fled... but, he had touched her, he had sort of recognized that she wasn't really a mutt. Peeta was gaping, shocked and then he stared at Leanna. "...he touched you." he sounded astonished... he WAS astonished. "Lea.. he TOUCHED you..." the last time she had managed to touch him he had screamed himself hoarse, he had made his throat bleed... but not only had he not screamed, he had approached her, had touched her under his own will... and had made certain in his own mind... that she was pregnant. he was recovering. and even more, he had left something on her belly, a carved animal, a Chickadee with wings spread wide.... so much better than the pathetic attempt that Peeta had made for her necklace.