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/Wowieee this took time, sorry... I'm not sure if I can update everyday, so I am just committing to at least once a week. So you might get a chapter every day, you might not, but I promise you will get at least one every week. Unless I die or something.
Questions and some reviews, not all.
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Everyone who said update soon, make longer chapters, or just said nice things: Thank you so much, I don't really have a plan for this story and right now I don't have much writing time so my chapters are short. Maybe as time passes I can get in a better groove, but right now it's the first weeks of the new year and it is really hard to find time right now.
If you are reading Maybe It Is Real, I hope to update that tomorrow./
Really Real, 4
I lay curled up in my cell, watching Annie and Johanna bicker. Johanna looks like t-total hell but Annie looks fine. They haven't even taken her out of the cell. She is playing some sort of helpless crazy girl act, so they don't bother with her. Clearly they both know something, and I'm going to find out soon.
I'm not going to let them know something and not tell me, when the life of my child is at stake.
Johanna rolls her eyes and comes over to me. "Annie says your baby was probably conceived before the quell announcement. I say it was after. What do you say? I glare up at her. "What business of it is yours?"
She shrugs.
"Well, we don't have much else to talk about, and we're getting to know you, so we should get to know your bun too."
"I'll give you something to talk about," I whisper so the bugs won't pick it up. How could they over Annie's crazy girl wails she is making right now?
"What is going on? You two know something that I don't and you better tell me. Is there a rescue plan? Or are we just going to be stuck here forever and we all die," I say.
Johanna glares at me then stares off at the cell door.
"Here's the thing," she starts talking quietly. "For years District 13 as been preparing for battle. When you and bread boy decided to commit suicide unless they let you both win, they decided it was time. When the quell was announced, they got in contact with all the victors apart of the plan, which included me, Annie, Finnick, Chaff, Beetee, Wireless, Mags, Haymitch, and many others, and told us the plan plan. We were going to break out of the arena. It didn't go exactly right, we weren't supposed to be captured, you certainly weren't supposed to be."
"Why me most of all?" I ask.
"Because you are the mockingjay. You added fire to this rebellion and they wanted you as sorta a spokes person."
"Now what? Are they going to use Peeta and rescue us?"
"I don't know. You'd think they would already have rescued us."
"So you don't know. And we're hopeless."
"Don't give up hope Brainless. They might come. If not, we'll find a way out. Annie and I aren't going to let this baby die in the hands of Snow. She's gonna be alright, and her father is going to get to hold her," she whispers.
We might get out.
We might not.
Either way Johanna promises the safety of my child, and I'm going to trust her. What else do I have to do?
/T/H/I/R/T/E/E/N/
Peeta P.O.V
"So now, our mockingjay is locked up in the capitol. Pregnant. Nobody told us the latter." Coin glares at me.
I cough. "Well, technically I did. At the interviews. I might not have said it straight to your face, and you might not have believed it, but I told you she was pregnant," I half lie. Haymitch and I decided to pretend I knew all along. It will help me with the wrath of Coin.
She turns her back from us and sighs. "Leave. Meeting is over."
We all get up and head our separate ways. Haymitch heads to the hospital for a alcohol check. Gale follows me closely.
"Is there something you need?" I ask after awhile of awkward walking and silence. I feel like he is going to attack me.
"You seriously got he pregnant? How can you do something so stupid? You can't just do that to her!"
"Well, really, it takes two to tango," I smirk. He's jealous. He wishes that child was his own. Well too bad. Gale isn't right for Katniss, whenever I see them together they seem to be arguing.
"Alright Mellark, enough of your smartassness. (A/N: New word XD) How'd you do it?"
"Gale," I say turning around. "Didn't your mother tell you that?"
"Stop! Come on, she never wanted kids or to fall in love. She never would have risked that."
"Well, I'm a great witness of her risking it." I try not to laugh. I shouldn't be laughing about this or anything. Katniss is in the Capitol. But Gale gives me so much good stuff to respond to.
"Mellark.."
"Look Gale, I don't see why I need to talk to you about my sex life. It's none of your business what Katniss or I did. What's done is done. You think I'm happy that she is in the capitol pregnant with my child? No, I'm worried that at any second she or our baby could be dead. I don't have time to focus on whether or not you are angry with the decision Katniss and I made together. I need to focus on Katniss. Nice talk," I say walking away from him.
What nerve. How could he try to give me a leture about getting his best friend preganant when she is being held captive, probably being hurt right now. The thought makes me sick. I hope he doesn't hurt her. I need her back. Coin better make a rescue plan soon.
/Thank you for reading!
-Reagan/ -
/AHHH I AM SO FRUSTERATED. Here's the chapter I have been promising forever, and I have a idea for this story I'm not sure that I want to do because it would ruin it but at the same time it would awesome. I would have to change the rating to M...
Gale has always been really creepy to me...
Urmph, so I was suppossed to update Together today but I thought I had chapter 10 already writen... I DIDN'T! I need to take today and get ahead on writing all of my stories.... I don't... I'm always in a pinch./
Maybe It Is Real, 4
"What a lovely pin you have," says the president.
"Thank you, it's from my district." I say.
"What a pity... The District won't last too much longer."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh dear.. Don't you know what happens to people who live when they aren't supposed to?" His eyes start to turn black and purple as he-
I jolt up in bed, a scream dying in my throat. I try to steady my breathing. Nightmares. So they don't go away.
"Katniss, are you okay?" A wide eyed Prim asks coming into my room."Yes, I'm fine Prim, go back to bed," I say shakily. Hopefully she won't take note of the sweat on my forehead.
"Okay... Are you sure?"
"I'm sure Prim, just.. Go to bed. Goodnight."
"Goodnight," she mumbles leaving.
I sigh as I run my fingers through my sweaty hair. Just when you start to think everything will be alright, something comes back and stabs you in the back.
I look up at the clock and sigh again. 5:19 AM. I might as well get dressed. I'm not going back to sleep tonight. This morning. Whatever.
I take a shower and then change into a t-shirt and jeans. I run my fingers over the soft materiel. About now in the Seam, kids are putting on the same rough clothes they used yesterday. Looking at my closet, I think I will be wearing something new everyday. It doesn't seem fair.
I tiptoe down the stairs, careful not to wake my mother and Prim, who I hope went back to sleep. I fix myself a cup of breakfast tea, hoping to calm my nerves from the nightmare. What did the president mean? What is going to happen to the District?
I roll my eyes. Nothing is going to happen to the District. It was a dream.
I look at the clock again. 5:45. Maybe I'll go hunting.
I get my gear together and braid my hair. I slightly open the door and close it behind me, sneaking towards the woods.
I crawl under the wire fence. I go over to the tree and get my bow and arrows out. I hunt for awhile by myself before I see him.
"Gale," I say.
He looks up at me and halfway smiles but then it's gone. What's wrong?
"Hm. You made it out Catnip."
"Yeah. I guess so."
"Not alone," he says sharping his knife.
"Nope, Peeta made it out too... One less person to die in the games."
"Yeah, but why him?"
"I don't know, I guess because he was reaped?" What is he talking about? Why does he seem angry that Peeta lived?
"That's not what I mean... What if I had volunteered in his place or had been reaped? Would you look at me the way you look at him?"
"What are you talking about?" I breathe out as he walks closer to me. He puts his face close to mine. "Would you kiss me like you kissed him?" He whispers against my lips. I don't like this. Why is my best friend trying to kiss me?
"Gale," I whisper. "What are you trying to do?"
Then he presses his lips against mine. For the first second I am in shock and I do not move. The next second I pull away and hit him on the arm. "What the bloody hell Gale!" I yell at him.
I turn away and he grabs my arm. "Katniss, don't you want to be with me?"
I shake him off. His grip on my arm is too tight and he is scaring me. I grab my bow and run off back to the fence.
I'm out of breath by the time I reach the fence. I look behind me to see if he followed. I breathe a sigh of relief and hang my head trying to catch my breath.
What was that? Why did my best friend try to kiss me? Why did he scare me so much?
I felt so trapped and helpless when he grabbed my arm, it was so unreal. I don't understand why he did that, and why he was acting so weird. I shake it off and crawl under the fence. I'll just put that in my box of darkness. It won't happen again.
I walk home slowly, rubbing my arm from where Gale grabbed so tight. It's starting to bruise. -
Maybe It Is Real, 5
/Okay, right now I am thinking I... Like, I'll post a chapter of Together on Monday, a chapter of Really Real on Tuesday, and a chapter of Maybe It Is Real on Wednesday, then again. Maybe skipping Sunday. I don't think I'll do that though. Working on longer chapters like this. I have a very dramatic idea for this story and I'm not sure if I want to do it. It involves a M rating and Gale./
"Katniss?" My mother calls as soon as I open the door. I hum in response.
"Where were you? I was worried sick!"
Worried? Why the heck was she worried? I used to go hunting all the time without telling her. "I was hunting Mom... Like I usually do?" I say setting my game bag down in the kitchen.
"You should have told me," she says walking over.
"Well, I didn't used to and you were asleep..."
"It's different now Katniss."
"How is it dif-" I start to question but she cuts me off. "I'll clean these up, you go take a bath, your filthy!" I just sigh and nod. I don't know what's up with her.
I go upstairs and run water in my giant bathtub. I won't wash my hair, I already did that this morning, so I undo my braid and pull my hair up in a bun to keep it from getting wet.
I step into the hot water. It's still strange to be able to just run water and have it hot. If I wanted a warm bath before, I would have to boil the water on the stove.
I put soap on a silky soft washcloth. I flinch as I run it over my arm. It is bruising, horribly. I sigh and drain the water. I stand up and wrap a towel around myself.
I look under a cabinet at all of those strange bottles Effie left for me. They are labeled with stuff like scar cream, hair spray , Benadryl, all kinds off stuff. I finally find one that says something about bruises. It's a soft white cream that I rub gently over the bruise. It starts to get better instantly. The capitol does have some perks. It still hurts like crap, but at least no one will see it.
I throw on another T-shirt and jeans, I leave my hair down. It's already starting to curl up, something it annoyingly does all the time. People in the capitol think it's pretty, they have designed wigs already to look like my hair. They want "
natural" waves like me.
I go back downstairs and watch Mom fry some squirrel that I shot today. Prim is at the table studying or something.
"Prim, it's summer why are you studying?" I voice.
"Just getting ahead. I don't want to be taking forever to finish tests and do my homework when the school year starts."
Oh sweet Prim. Always thinking ahead. Nothing like me. I sit at the table for awhile and decide I'm bored.
"I'm going to the meadow," I say suddenly. Mom nods her head and Prim perks up. "Can I come with you? Pleaseeeeeee," she begs. I grin, "sure Prim, just hurry up."
I go to the door and put on my puts as she cleans up her studying mess. She comes bouncing up to me and I smile at her as I open the door. She puts her hand in mine as we walk to the meadow.
We past through town and I get a lot of mouth opened stares. I roll my eyes and tug Prim a little faster. I don't like all of this attention.
We finally reach the meadow where thankfully no one is there. I lay down in the grass and sigh. I feel free for the first time in a long time. Sure, I went to the woods this morning but I didn't get much time before Gale ruined it.
Prim goes over to a patch of dandelions and fiddles with them. She looks so sweet and innocent without a care in the world... If I hadn't of volunteered for her, she would be dead now. I shudder and close my eyes at the thought. I'll take all of these nightmares for the life of my sister.
I feel the presence of another sitting down next to me and I open my eyes to find Peeta. I smile at him. He must have been walking home from the bakery, he has a little bit of flour on his nose.
"Hey," he says.
"Hey," I say wiping the flour of his nose.
We let a little time pass with a comfortable silence before he speaks up again.
"So, back to our recent little chat."
"Which one?" I ask.
"The one where you said you liked me."
"I don't really remember saying that," I say raising a eyebrow.
"Well, maybe not exactly but I can read between the lines."
"Can you now?"
"Come on Katniss, just let it out and get it over with." I glance over my shoulder to see that Prim has found one of her friends and they are distracted.
"What do you want to know?" I say quietly.
"I want to know if you want to know me."
"I already know you Peeta, we went to school and won the Hunger Games together."
"I mean more... Romantically."
I scoff. "Your the only guy I've ever kissed Peeta."
"Really?"
"Yeah." Well. I forgot about that one with Gale today. But it doesn't count, he kissed me and I hit him.
"Maybe I'll be the last..." He mutters.
"Maybe..." I whisper.
We are getting to be really close to each other. We stare into each others eyes forever, having a silent conversation. And suddenly he kisses me.
And I don't break away. -
Really Real, 5
/I'm naming the kid Willow in all of my stories and I believe that is their daughters name but I'm sick of using that name XD. And it is kinda a different story and they are much younger so I'm thinking different. Name suggestions? Beverly is my first name XD, I go by my middle name. I might do something simple like Emily or something powerful and different like Hunter. I don't like it for a boy much, but it's kinda cute for a girl... Anyway, I'm not doing the whole DISTRICT 13 DEAD BY MORNING thing. She's pregnant, I'm not going to have her hurt too bad and I AM NOT going to see her be hijacked. I have another idea for the bombing thing./
"This way Miss Everdeen, time for another interview," a guard says leading me out of the cell. This is my second interview in the week that I've been here, and I don't know what else they want to hear. But I better do it good for my child's sake.
I've been thinking of names, I'm pretty sure she will be a girl so I've thought of Willow, Hunter, Beverly, Annabeth, Dakota, Emma, Grace and Sailor. That's just for starters. I'm leaning towards Annabeth.
I follow the guard to the TV studio, and the prep team prepares me. They don't bother with my legs, or anything, they just put me in jeans and a long sleeved summer shirt. Caesar comes over to me and tells me about the questions he will ask. We think of some good minded answers together.
When the prep team is done applying makeup, we go over to the center of the stage and sit across from each other. A camera man starts to count down from thirty and then we are on.
"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, here today for the second time this week, is Katniss Ev- Mellark!" Caesar says. The crowd goes wild and instead of rolling my eyes I force a smile. "It's good to be here again Caesar," I say.
"And it's lovely to have you here again Katniss. How are you liking your stay in the capitol?"
"Oh, I'm loving it! It's such a lovely place where I am staying, there's a giant bed and bathtub, and the food is great!" Lies, lies, lies. The bed is the floor, Johanna is the only one taking baths, not by choice, and the food is rare and when we do get it, it tastes awful.
"Well that's good! Only the best for the best victor and her little bun!" Caesar grins. "How is she doing by the way?"
"She's doing fine Caesar," I fake another smile.
"How far along are you?" I think back quickly and do the math. "Around five months now," I say.
"Has she kicked yet?"
"Not yet," I say growing worried. Why hasn't she kicked yet?
"Well, I'm sure that will come soon," Caesar says sensing my worry. "Now, we're running out of time, so is there anything else you'd like to say?"
"Just that I hope I see Peeta before she is born!" I fake a little laugh.
"Oh yes, I hope to get a interview with the two of you in the near future. Well, that's the end of it, thank you for watching folks!" The crowd cheers and the lights go out. A guard comes to take me back to the cell.
/B/A/B/Y/
Peeta P.O.V
We watch Katniss' interview go off in command. A big bed and bathtub? Yeah right.
Coin paces around the room in thought for awhile. We watch her. Finally she stops. "That girl is causing a lot more trouble then good," she states.
"It's not her fault," Haymitch responds. "She's just trying to keep herself and her kid alive." Coin nods but I don't think she is really agreeing with him.
She stays quiet for a little while then finally sighs. "It's time to make a rescue plan. We need our mockingjay."
"What are you going to do with her once you get her?" I ask.
"That doesn't concern you solider Mellark."
"I think it does. She's my wife and she's carrying my child," I half lie.
"Still. Doesn't. Concern. You." Haymitch puts his hand on mind before I say something else. I stay quiet.
"Okay, we are going to send out the rescue troop tonight. Who's in?" Coin asks. Gale and I raise our hands instantly. "Solider Hawthorne, yes, Mellark no. You need to stay here."
"Why?" I ask.
"We can't risk you. If we loose you we loose the girl, that I am sure of." I sigh silently agreeing.
"Who else?" Coin asks.
Other people raise their hands, including Haymitch. Some get turned down, including Haymitch.
"Okay, we have enough. Everyone in the troop stay for the plan, everyone else may go to their compartments."
Haymitch goes to the hospital for another alcohol check. He has to do that every day. "They'll get them out okay son," he says before walking off.
Finnick follows me to my compartment. He lives in the one next to me. He also got turn down but he is grinning from ear to ear.
"What are you so cheery about?" I ask.
"Why aren't you? We're getting our girls back Pete! So, we got turned down whatever. We'll see them very soon!" He says turning into his compartment.
He's right. I'm going to see Katniss soon. The girl who I love. And who says she loves me too. -
Chapter 10
/Now I'm laughing like a idiot because I have no clue what to write. I thought I already wrote chapter 10. Well.
I always forget to tell you guys, I didn't get 10,000 views last year... I got around a 1,000. Good enough for me :)
So, my writing life right now. I really don't want to write Together. But I will. So it might be crappy. I really like writing Maybe It Is Real. But it's not getting the best feedback andddd fanfiction keeps link lettering. But I fix it after awhile...
Really Real. I think people like that one the most. And I am most proud of that one. But it's hard to write but not as hard as Together.
But I promised you I would work on this.
And I'm sick of it.
But a promise is a promise.
I don't know what to write.
Umrp, reviews.
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daughterofartubis: Well.. I'm only thirteen. I haven't exactly been pregnant before. But I've known a lot of mothers who had morning sickness at 7 months and their children are fine. I really have no idea what the other words mean. I'm home schooled and we haven't studied pregnancy and sex yet. I just google and read other pregnant Katniss fan fictions so blame them. This is mostly just a cute and funny fan fiction, I don't mean to make it perfect. And I'm not getting into abortions.
Others; you know who you are. Thank you for your reviews, your so sweet :D
Now for a.. Sorry chapter... What month is it? Anniversary is in June... Week 19 is how many months... I'll figure it out./
It's early September in District 12 and I am 20 weeks pregnant. Willow's kicks get harder every day but I don't mind. It means she is alive and well.
I've read a lot of stuff I shouldn't have. I'm constantly worrying about still borns or miscarriages. I know that losing my child would be the last straw of my sanity. Peeta does his best to distract me.
It's been a harsh fall in District 12, and it hasn't really even began. I pull my coat a little closer to myself. I'm walking to the bakery to see Peeta, I don't have much else to do. I don't go hunting anymore, mostly because I am worried about Willow but also because it's starting to get hard to get around.
I hear the flash of a camera but I don't bother stopping them. I'll be on the front page tomorrow no matter what I say.
I hear the ring of the bell as I walk in the bakery. There is no one here, and basically no one in town period. It's a Saturday and the weather just makes you want to stay home. I've had too much time spent at home lately.
Peeta comes out front and smiles at me. He doesn't have much flour on him, probably figuring he isn't going to have many customers today and the pastries will be stale to some degree on Monday.
I smile back at him and go to him. I wrap my arms around him. I have been super clingy lately, anytime I see Peeta and sometimes even Haymitch, I want to hug them.
He sighs looking at the clock and the deserted town. "It's 4 O'clock, let's just go home," he says taking me to the kitchen. I help him clean the flour up and he brushes the flour on his hands into the sink. He grabs his coat by the door and we exit. He locks the door behind us with the key and puts his arm around my waist. I feel like taking a slow walk home, but it's chilly so we just hurry.
We get home and decide to make lamb stew. My morning sickness is fully gone I think, and I'm happy to eat what I want again. I have a lot of strange cravings, mostly for rocky road ice cream and sometimes cheese buns. Every now and then I have to have some green beans, which I think is the craziest craving ever since I didn't really like them before.
We put the finished pot of lamb stew on the stove to cook. It will take a hour or two. We plop down on the couch and sigh. I pull a blanket over us and turn the tv to the Hallmark network. We watch a movie called Home Alone, which I guess is a Christmas movie but it doesn't matter to me. It's very funny and I guess Willow thinks so too, or she wants us to quit laughing so she can sleepbecause she kicks me harder every time.
The movie and the lamb stew is finished, so we get out some bowls and dig in. It's only about 7:00 but we're pooped so we go to bed.
It's been a incredibly cold and boring day, but I enjoyed it. -
Really Real, 6
/I have decided on some names, do you like Summer, Scarlett or Season better? Posting this today, will post Maybe It Is Real tomorrow and then Together on Monday. Skipping Sunday because with church and everything I never find time./
I run my fingers through my unwashed air, trying to get the tangles out. I guess it was washed yesterday, when they prepped me but they used something called dry shampoo.
I start to fishtail braid my hair. I tear a loose thread off the end of my shirt to tie it off. Annie lays asleep in the corner. I'm so tired of just sitting here.
Johanna is brought back from her 'session.' She is dripping wet as they put her in the cell. I go over to here and start to wipe some water off. It's already cold down here, being wet must really suck.
"What are they doing?" I ask her. "Well, they shaved my head a few days ago as you can tell," she says pointing towards her bald head. "And they shock me with electricity in water unless I tell them something."
"Why don't you? I don't think they are coming for us at this point, I'd say screw them."
"Because. I promised you that your baby daddy would get to hold your kid. If I tell them something, District 13 is dead."
I nod. She leans against the wall falling asleep. Johanna and I have formed sort of a friendship. We still hate each other but we also love each other.
Annie just stays in the corner crying. When she does speak, she is nice, but when she speaks is rare.
Johanna has fallen asleep and I get up and pace around the cell. I've lost all hope of Thirteen rescuing us. I don't know what to do. I need to be careful for my child and Peeta's sake. I sigh and lean against the metal bars. This sucks. I close my eyes and listen to the ceiling dripping water from the leaks. Suddenly I hear voices instead of dripping. I listen closer to the whispers.
"District 13... Bombs... Morning."
"Tonight? What if they..."
"Chance we'll have to take..."
"Okay. We'll send the bombs out tomorrow night unless Mason tells us something different."
I could only hear little snips of the conversation, but I think they are saying that they are going to bomb District Thirteen.
Where Peeta is. I start to panic. I press Peeta's pearl to my lips. What to do, what to do...
/T/I/M/E/P/A/S/S
I'm about to fall asleep when I hear a door being roughly opened. Then a alarm starts going off. I stand up and stare at the door being opened. I see people in black suits with guns.
"Johanna? Annie? Katniss!" One yells. His voice is so familiar...
"Whatcha need darling?" I respond sorta sarcastically to him. He looks over to our cell and waves to the others to follow.
"Katniss," he breathes as another man picks the lock. I realize he is Gale.
"Oh Gale. Lovely seeing you here. Is this the District Thirteen rescue I hear so much about?"
"Yeah, sorry for the delay. Our president is a little rough." I nod and turn to wake Annie and Johanna up. The guy finally gets the lock picked and tells us to hurry up. I almost forgot about the alarm.
/M/P/M/P/
Peeta P.O.V
We watch the rescue mission on the screen. I finally see my beloved Katniss without all of that makeup and fake smiles.
"About damn time," Johanna says as Katniss wakes her up and tells her what is going on. Katniss goes over to Annie to wake her also.
Jo walks swiftly out of the cell as Katniss struggles to get Annie up. "I ain't coming!" The crazy girl yells. "Annie come on, we gotta go!" Katniss says dragging her. Annie screams and kicks but Katniss wins. Once she gets Annie out of the cell another man takes her and sedates her. They rush through the dungeon to the exit. They already wasted time picking the lock and dealing with Annie, they aren't out of the woods yet.
They make it to the hovercraft safe so far. Gale helps the girls up and doctors rush to them as soon as they get on. Johanna has taken the most damage, so they deal with her first. Annie doesn't seem to have any issues, besides being mentally unstable but that's nothing new. They decide Katniss looks fine, and they will check on the baby when they get to 13.
They instruct them all to lay down and rest until they get to Thirteen. "Oh wait!" Katniss exclaims before they walk away. My stomach turns. What if somethings wrong with the baby?
But it has nothing to do with our baby.
"I overheard... The Capitol is planning to bomb District Thirteen tomorrow night. After this, now they'll probably be dead by morning." The doctor nods and runs to the front of the hovercraft where Gale and the others are.
Coin turns to face us. "We need everyone to get out of here before it's bombed, let's go. Don't panic." She says pressing a big red button. The building starts to shriek with noise. We go down the million stairs quickly, and we are assigned to bunks.
I look around for Ms. Everdeen and Prim. I find Ms Everdeen at a bunk looking lost. "Where's Prim?" I ask. "I thought she might be with you... I guess she's still on the stairs."
"There's no one on the stairs..." I mutter turning and running back towards the big doors that are closing. I run past them, and the guards yell at me to stop. "Prim!" I shout.
"I'm coming!" Her little voice squeaks and I hear her running down the stairs. When she gets to me I pull her towards the doors. "FIVE FOUR THREE TWO ONE."
We made it just in time. "What were you doing?" I ask her.
"I couldn't leave him!" I look down and realize she is carrying her cat, Buttercup.
"Yeah okay. Just go find your mom, she's worried. She nods and goes off.
I stare at the big metal doors wishing Katniss was here. -
Together, 11
/Okay, so writing this chapter I was like OH MY GOD I HAVEN'T MADE THE NURSERY YET!!! So that's that. I'm going to be posting my stories like, Really Real one day, Together the next, then Maybe It Is Real the next. Then again. It will help my tight writing schedule better. And chapters are larger. I think. I won't post on Sundays, I'm getting ready for church and as we're leaving and I'm oh my gosh I forgot to post XD, every Sunday the same. So yeah. The next chapter of Together will come... Wednesday I think. By the way, fish sticks and cheese dip sounds very good to me, even with the salmon patties because like, screw food groups, so../
I am now 28 weeks and I can't believe I will get bigger then this. I am huge. Like, I can't touch my toes.
"Only 3 more months," Peeta whispers in my ear. "That's forever!," I exclaim jumping (well sorta) up from the bed. "Not really, the first three months went really fast, now you've been through three more!"
"Yeah, but it's going to get harder, I'm going to get fatter, and she's going to kick me harder, I'll have to pee more, I'll-" Peeta cuts me off by kissing me. "Hey, it's be over before you know it. Then we'll have a beautiful baby girl. For now, just hang in there. Can't really go back."
"Yeah, that's for sure. Kinda your fault now that I think about it," I mutter. "It's takes two to-" "Yeah, yeah, it takes two to tango," I snap. "You say that every time."
He chuckles a bit. He likes it when I snap at him for some reason, I really don't understand it. "Come on, just sit right there and relax," he says gently pushing me back on the bed. "Fine," I say and tug him down with me when he tries to walk away. "We're in this together, remember?" "Of course sweetheart," he smiles.
We lay there for a little while, just soaking up the silence. "Peeta," I say suddenly. He hums in response. "I want fish sticks."
"Now?"
"Yes, now. And cheese dip," I add.
"Cheese dip with fish sticks? Why not just ketchup or something?"
"Because I want what I want. And right now I want fish sticks and cheese dip. It'll be like those spicy fried cheese sticks they have at that cafe in District 2."
"I don't think it'll taste like that. It's different cheese and they won't be spicy, they'll be fishy."
"Whatever, it sounds good to me. And it's not as gross as wanting to put tuna in the lamb stew. But that does sound good.."
"Let's just stick with the fish sticks," he says quickly.
"Okay then," I smile. "Let's go," I get myself off the bed. It takes awhile but I do it. Okay fine, Peeta helps me. While he walks down the stairs, I waddle. I'm glad Haymitch isn't here, he'd have a ball making fun of me.
"Hey sweetheart," Haymitch says when I get to the bottom of the stairs. Damn it, I knew he couldn't stay away for too long. Here comes the comments.
"Hey Haymitch," I say sitting down on a stool next to him. "Nice outfit," he comments. I look down. I'm wearing yoga pants and my t-shirt has risen up. I pull it down and scowl at him. "Hey, I thought it was nice. You're getting a little chubby there though, don't you think?"
"I'm 28 weeks pregnant and if you say something else I'll make the baby call you something stupid like.. Tibi."
"Tibi? Is that the best you could come up with?"
"You don't want to be called it, do you?"
"No, I guess not. You look beautiful."
"Yes, that's more like it," I say turning my focus to Peeta. He is getting fish sticks out of the freezer. I figured he'd make them, but I don't guess we have fresh fish on hand to do that.
"Oh, let's have salmon patties too!" I say. "Salmon patties and fish sticks? Haven't you ever seen a food group chart?" Peeta says getting flour and a can of salmon out of the cabinet. "I have, but I don't care. I wanted fish sticks and cheese dip and now I want salmon patties but I'm not abandoning the fish sticks." "Mhmm. You know, we just had lunch like an hour ago, this is getting to be quite a meal," he says. "That's why they make refrigerators and tupperware containers Peeta," I say.
"Your going to have fish sticks and cheese dip?" Haymitch asks turning his nose up. "Hey, it's going to be good!" I tell him. He nods. "Since it's bread boy's child, shouldn't you be craving bread or something?"
"I do crave cheese buns. Hey Peeta-" "I got it," Peeta says getting out more flour and cheese. "Oh, you know me so well," I smile.
"Hard not to," he says stirring the cheese dip.
I smile again and lay my head on the counter. Haymitch coughs and I look up at him. "Well kid, I got Willow something, kinda for you too I guess," he says handing me a pale pink, blue, purple and yellow book. A baby book. It has all kinds of sections to write in the baby's firsts and all of that and some spots for the pregnancy. I smile at Haymitch and sorta hug him but it's kinda hard with my stomach in the way. "Thank you. It's awfully sweet of you." "Aw, it was nothing. I'm going to be spoiling the child soon anyway," he says. I laugh a little and look back at the book. Theres so much, I'm going to love it. I go back to the first page and grab a pen. I write 'Willow Rose Mellark' under name and 'girl' under gender. I go through a few more pages that I'm too lazy to fill out right now until I see one very important one. Picture of nursery.
"Peeta, we haven't done the nursery!" I panic. I haven't even thought about it. "Chill out Katniss, we still got a few months," Peeta says calmly. "What if she is born early, while we're still painting it?" I ask. "If she's born that early, then she'll be at the hospital. If she is born like a week or two early, I hope to have it done by then. She should sleep in our room for a month or so anyway, so if it isn't completely finished, it won't matter so much, don't freak out."
"Okay. I just haven't thought about it. At all," I say. "I just thought about it recently," he admits. "You two are the most disorganized people I've ever seen," Haymitch says. I roll my eyes. "We're not that bad, I've seen worse. Like, across the street." "Hey, it's cleaner then this house now!" he defends. "Yeah, right." "It's not like you've been able to walk over there to see it lately," he teases. "Hey, remember Tibi!" I warn.
"Okay you two, settle down. The cheese dip and fish sticks are ready," Peeta says putting the cheese buns in the oven and bringing the cheese dip and fish sticks over. I grab a fish stick and dip it in the cheese dip. "Mmmm, try one Haymitch!" I say. "Uh, no thanks I already ate," he says. "Yeah, we all just ate lunch but it's snack time so eat one," I command. "Fine," he sighs, getting a fish stick and dipping it. "Hey, that's actually pretty good," he says. "Told you so," I say. Peeta frowns and tries one too. "That actually is good," he says. "Yeah, yeah, pregnant woman is always right," I tell them. "I wouldn't say alwa-" Peeta starts. "Hey, it's your kid in there," I remind him. "I mean, you are always right," he says now. "Good boy," I tell him. -
Maybe It Is Real, 6
It's a crazy world when Peeta kisses me, I suddenly don't hear Prim and her friends soft talking. I don't see the meadow anymore. I don't smell the air of District 12.
The only senses that are working properly is my feeling and tasting. I can taste a hint of cookie dough on his lips and I feel so many things I've never felt before. This is like the one kiss in the cave, only better. Our wounds can't stop us now.
We reluctantly pull apart after awhile, because we are out of breath. We keep our foreheads together, panting softly. I study his eyes studying mine. What is he thinking right now? I wonder.
"Well.. That was nice," he awkwardly mumbles after awhile. I let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, it was."
We lean against each other for awhile, drinking each other in. Thinking about what this means. There wasn't any cameras here. It was all real.
I hear soft giggling trying to be covered up and I look behind me and see Prim and her friend looking at us.
"Prim!" I scowl. That just makes them laugh harder. "I'm gonna head home Katniss, bye!" Prim says dragging her friend with her. I roll my eyes and slowly turn my focus back to Peeta, who gives me a little smile. I smile back and stand up brushing the grass off my pants. What are you supposed to do after a kiss? Walk away or kiss him again? Walk home together? He just got here!
Peeta seems to know what to do as he stands up along with me. He links his arm through mine and I giggle. This is so weird. Sure, he did it in the capitol for good manners or something but it's different now. I'm not wearing a ball gown and standing outside of President Snow's mansion, I'm in jeans and a t- shirt standing in little District 12. I've never seen any guy and girl here flirt like this.
Hm. Flirting. So that's what he is doing. Well, two can play that game.
I take a step of bravery and rest my head on his shoulder as we walk home. He looks at me for a second trying to hide hhis surprise but I see it. I focus on the sun that is starting to set. The sky turns a beautiful shade of orange.
"That's my favorite color," Peeta speaks up.
"The sunset?" I ask.
"Yeah."
"Mine's green, like the forest," I say after awhile.
"I figured you'd saying something like that," he smiles.
We enter Victor's Village just before dark. Peeta kisses me on the cheek as we turn our separate ways.
"Tomorrow?" he asks.
"Maybe," I grin as I turn to my house. He smiles at me and starts towards his house.
I open the door to my house and shut it softly. I can hear Mom and Prim talking softly in the kitchen.
"She kissed him?" I hear my mother ask.
"Well, he kissed her but she didn't pull away!"
"Well, that's nice Primrose but it isn't really any of your business who your sister kisses."
"I agree," I speak up smiling slightly. "Oh Katniss, your home! Did Peeta walk you?"
"Doesn't matter if he did or didn't. I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
"Goodnight..." She mutters. I turn up towards the stairs and go in my room. I close the door behind me. I strip out of my clothes and pull on a green satin nightgown.
I lay by the window seal watching Peeta's house. I see the light in his bedroom turn off through his curtains. He leaves the window open as he sleeps.
Interesting.
I hear a soft knock on my door. "Come in," I tell my visitor. My mother comes in and smiles at me. "I thought you might want this cup a tea. It might help with... Your trouble sleeping."
I nod my head and walk over to my bed. She sits down with me and hands me the cup. I drink slowly and I watch her watch me. She has her weird mother face on.
"What is it?" I ask.
"Nothing, just uh... Thinking about you."
"So Peeta and I?" I ask.
"To some degree," she says taking my empty cup out of my hands and setting it on the side table. She gently attempts to tuck me in and I let her.
"Now Katniss... Primrose told me you had some trouble sleeping last night."
"Yeah a little bit," I mutter.
"Nightmares?" She asks. I nod shamefully. She sighs and brushes my hair with her hand. "Nothing I have for that. Sleeping medicine would trap you there and I don't want to give you something... Rough."
"I'll be okay," I say.
"I know, but I wish you didn't always have to suffer." She sighs. "It's okay Mom, it's not your fault," I tell her.
"I feel like it is... Katniss I don't want our relationship to be so strained. If you need something, just ask me okay?" I nod. I feel the effects of the tea taking me to sleep. She smiles at me and kisses me forehead.
"Now, think happy thoughts. It might help. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask your sister or me. I don't want you to feel alone." I nod again.
"Goodnight," she smiles taking the cup and going to the door.
"Mom," I speak before she leaves. "Yes?"
"Do you... Do you think they'll ever go away?"
She smiles sadly. "I'm afraid not Katniss." I nod for the last time and she leaves. I turn over and try to think happy thoughts like she said, but all I can think about is how I will always be trapped in the arena. -
Together, 11
/Mmp...I'm tired.
I will post a chapter of Really Real tomorrow... Then Maybe It Is Real the next... Then another of this. I should actually write something for tomorrow. This was one of my favorite chapters, took awhile to write but it was fun. And the nursery. While writing this I was like OMF, I FORGOT TO MaKE a NURSERY
Thanks for reading, :)/
I am now 28 weeks and I can't believe I will get bigger then this. I am huge. Like, I can't touch my toes.
"Only 3 more months," Peeta whispers in my ear. "That's forever!," I exclaim jumping (well sorta) up from the bed. "Not really, the first three months went really fast, now you've been through three more!"
"Yeah, but it's going to get harder, I'm going to get fatter, and she's going to kick me harder, I'll have to pee more, I'll-" Peeta cuts me off by kissing me. "Hey, it's be over before you know it. Then we'll have a beautiful baby girl. For now, just hang in there. Can't really go back."
"Yeah, that's for sure. Kinda your fault now that I think about it," I mutter. "It's takes two to-" "Yeah, yeah, it takes two to tango," I snap. "You say that every time."
He chuckles a bit. He likes it when I snap at him for some reason, I really don't understand it. "Come on, just sit right there and relax," he says gently pushing me back on the bed. "Fine," I say and tug him down with me when he tries to walk away. "We're in this together, remember?" "Of course sweetheart," he smiles.
We lay there for a little while, just soaking up the silence. "Peeta," I say suddenly. He hums in response. "I want fish sticks."
"Now?"
"Yes, now. And cheese dip," I add.
"Cheese dip with fish sticks? Why not just ketchup or something?"
"Because I want what I want. And right now I want fish sticks and cheese dip. It'll be like those spicy fried cheese sticks they have at that cafe in District 2."
"I don't think it'll taste like that. It's different cheese and they won't be spicy, they'll be fishy."
"Whatever, it sounds good to me. And it's not as gross as wanting to put tuna in the lamb stew. But that does sound good.."
"Let's just stick with the fish sticks," he says quickly.
"Okay then," I smile. "Let's go," I get myself off the bed. It takes awhile but I do it. Okay fine, Peeta helps me. While he walks down the stairs, I waddle. I'm glad Haymitch isn't here, he'd have a ball making fun of me.
"Hey sweetheart," Haymitch says when I get to the bottom of the stairs. Damn it, I knew he couldn't stay away for too long. Here comes the comments.
"Hey Haymitch," I say sitting down on a stool next to him. "Nice outfit," he comments. I look down. I'm wearing yoga pants and my t-shirt has risen up. I pull it down and scowl at him. "Hey, I thought it was nice. You're getting a little chubby there though, don't you think?"
"I'm 28 weeks pregnant and if you say something else I'll make the baby call you something stupid like.. Tibi."
"Tibi? Is that the best you could come up with?"
"You don't want to be called it, do you?"
"No, I guess not. You look beautiful."
"Yes, that's more like it," I say turning my focus to Peeta. He is getting fish sticks out of the freezer. I figured he'd make them, but I don't guess we have fresh fish on hand to do that.
"Oh, let's have salmon patties too!" I say. "Salmon patties and fish sticks? Haven't you ever seen a food group chart?" Peeta says getting flour and a can of salmon out of the cabinet. "I have, but I don't care. I wanted fish sticks and cheese dip and now I want salmon patties but I'm not abandoning the fish sticks." "Mhmm. You know, we just had lunch like an hour ago, this is getting to be quite a meal," he says. "That's why they make refrigerators and tupperware containers Peeta," I say.
"Your going to have fish sticks and cheese dip?" Haymitch asks turning his nose up. "Hey, it's going to be good!" I tell him. He nods. "Since it's bread boy's child, shouldn't you be craving bread or something?"
"I do crave cheese buns. Hey Peeta-" "I got it," Peeta says getting out more flour and cheese. "Oh, you know me so well," I smile.
"Hard not to," he says stirring the cheese dip.
I smile again and lay my head on the counter. Haymitch coughs and I look up at him. "Well kid, I got Willow something, kinda for you too I guess," he says handing me a pale pink, blue, purple and yellow book. A baby book. It has all kinds of sections to write in the baby's firsts and all of that and some spots for the pregnancy. I smile at Haymitch and sorta hug him but it's kinda hard with my stomach in the way. "Thank you. It's awfully sweet of you." "Aw, it was nothing. I'm going to be spoiling the child soon anyway," he says. I laugh a little and look back at the book. Theres so much, I'm going to love it. I go back to the first page and grab a pen. I write 'Willow Rose Mellark' under name and 'girl' under gender. I go through a few more pages that I'm too lazy to fill out right now until I see one very important one. Picture of nursery.
"Peeta, we haven't done the nursery!" I panic. I haven't even thought about it. "Chill out Katniss, we still got a few months," Peeta says calmly. "What if she is born early, while we're still painting it?" I ask. "If she's born that early, then she'll be at the hospital. If she is born like a week or two early, I hope to have it done by then. She should sleep in our room for a month or so anyway, so if it isn't completely finished, it won't matter so much, don't freak out."
"Okay. I just haven't thought about it. At all," I say. "I just thought about it recently," he admits. "You two are the most disorganized people I've ever seen," Haymitch says. I roll my eyes. "We're not that bad, I've seen worse. Like, across the street." "Hey, it's cleaner then this house now!" he defends. "Yeah, right." "It's not like you've been able to walk over there to see it lately," he teases. "Hey, remember Tibi!" I warn.
"Okay you two, settle down. The cheese dip and fish sticks are ready," Peeta says putting the cheese buns in the oven and bringing the cheese dip and fish sticks over. I grab a fish stick and dip it in the cheese dip. "Mmmm, try one Haymitch!" I say. "Uh, no thanks I already ate," he says. "Yeah, we all just ate lunch but it's snack time so eat one," I command. "Fine," he sighs, getting a fish stick and dipping it. "Hey, that's actually pretty good," he says. "Told you so," I say. Peeta frowns and tries one too. "That actually is good," he says. "Yeah, yeah, pregnant woman is always right," I tell them. "I wouldn't say alwa-" Peeta starts. "Hey, it's your kid in there," I remind him. "I mean, you are always right," he says now. "Good boy," I tell him. -
Really Real, 7
/Sorry this is a day late, this week is really stressful.. Comment number 42 really pissed me off by the way, it's not as in Annabeth f---ing Chase I didn't even know who the hell that was until I googled it. I never watched read or whatever the f--- with Percy Jackson. I have a damned friend named Annabeth and she is a amazing person and that is a beautiful damn name and if you don't like it I don't give a s---. I'm tempted to name her Annabeth now. And the other s---, water is part of the world. There are leaks and it's raining. Or pipes, many things could have happened. Just use your imagination. I'm not giving spoilers about Primrose. I haven't really decided yet anyway. I've had quite a few ideas but I don't know yet. I'm just writing as I go.
Chapter 7, read it or don't, I don't care, I'll just stop writing this damned thing if that's what you want. You probably didn't mean the comment the way it sounded, but it's been a very very very very very bad bad bad day. Week. Year. I have a very bad temper. Sorry. s---, I'm sorry. ugh... I'm getting by on five hours of sleep for about two weeks now and it's starting to show. My brother has an staff infection on his finger, which you don't want to see those bills, our insurance is s---. We pay them a bunch of money a month and they do nothing. Like not even a dollar. Enough about insurance, how about reassurance! I have no clue why I said that or what it means. It just went. I'm so tired.
This might be short. I'm not sure, I can't tell because my mind isn't working right. I wrote this 11 PM to midnight last night. This was going to be a fun chapter to write if I wasn't half awake then. I'm reading over this, it doesn't sound like my writing at all. I don't have time to rewrite.. Sigh. And I think the damned A/N is longer then the chapter, puugh./
The bombs in 13 don't stop for days. They would all be dead if I didn't say something. Peeta would be dead.
We stay hidden somewhere between 12 and 13 turning this time, we can't very well just land the hovercraft in bombing 13 and casually walk into the safe spot. So, we remain in our spot until further notice.
We thankfully have a lot of food on the hovercraft, all kinds of stuff really, so we mostly just wait. I'm very worried about Scarlet. That is what I decided to name her. I hope Peeta likes it. He can pick out the middle name. But I was tired of calling her the baby.
Anyway, I haven't felt anything related to a kick. I want her to wait until Peeta is here, so we can experience it together, but at the same time I want to know that she is okay. They didn't bring pregnancy medical stuff, they figured we would be in 13 by now. She has to be okay. She is okay. I tell myself this often.
I mean, sometimes babies don't kick for a very long time. I guess I'm just worried because of all that has happened.
We are on day three of being in the middle of no where. They said we might can go today. I hope so. I can't wait to see Peeta. If I wasn't five months pregnant I would run to him and hug him. But I can't really do that. I can't do much of anything.
"We got word from Thirteen, we are leaving today," Gale tells me. I smile. Finally. In a few hours I will get to see Peeta.
/S/C/A/R/L/E/T/
Peeta P.O.V.
We are finally able to go outside again and it is awful. There are a few bodies, people who didn't make it to the bunkers. It makes me sick.
Katniss is coming back today. I feel like jumping up and down, but I am forced to keep a somber face as we try to identify the bodies. I don't know why I am doing this. I couldn't even identify my brothers and father when we went to District 12.
A few minutes after we finish, I hear the hum of a hovercraft. We look up to the sky and there it is. The hovercraft that has Katniss in it.
We all wait patiently, or at least they do, as the hovercraft slowly lands on the grass. A few minutes later the door slowly opens.
And there she is. My Katniss. She has a few bruises here and there, but other then that she looks fine. Her long brown hair moves around her shoulders as she holds her stomach.
Because she's pregnant.
It becomes a reality now. I don't have too much time to think about it, as she spots me and smiles so perfect. I go up to her and gently help her down the hovercraft. Then we really look at each other. I pull her into my arms. "I missed you so much," I whisper, tears pricking my eyes. "I missed you too," Katniss whispers back, gripping me tighter.
I feel a soft kick between us. I look at her and she grins. "She's never done that before. I guess she was waiting for her daddy." Her daddy. I'm her daddy. I look at her stomach then to her again, she's still smiling. I smile back and kiss her.
The last kiss we shared was in the Quarter Quell. When she promised she'd see me at midnight. I don't blame her for that of course. I could never.
After a very long while, we pull away, foreheads resting together.
"I love you," she breaths. I look straight into her eyes and smile. "I love you too, Katniss." -
I swore I would never do this, but I am. This is not a chapter this is a author's note. Against GTQ's rules, but a lot of people do it and I don't have time to write three chapters so I can post notes.
Right now, I am very busy. I will be for be for about another week. This year just started like crap.. It's not so bad, but I barely have time for writing. And I got a few reviews that made me upset because I'm a stupid person and they put me in bad moods, I need to be focusing on important stuff right now, not about whether a review for my silly little story hurt my feelings. I should have been prepared for reviews like that, I just got such a long stream of nice reviews it struck me wrong. I don't want you guys to feel like I am abandoning you, I really just don't have time to write.
So, I will be taking a week break. To clear my head from writing and focus on other things. It might be less then a week. I might write a few chapters if I find time, but I will not be posting. I don't think a week is too much to ask for, is it? I hope not. I also need some time to plan out my stories a little bit.
I'm just not getting much sleep and I don't have much time. I don't want to be snapping at you guys and writing poor chapters that I will regret in a week.
I hope you guys can understand. Thank you for reading my stories :) I think I will delete this chapter note when I return.
Thank you again,
Reagan, MellarkandArt -
Really Real, 8
/Oh, I took about two weeks I'm sorry...
Heres the thing uh... I'm not abandoning you guys but I might have to post less cause... Honestly I'm having some... Depressionish stuff going on... And I'm always freaking out over every little thing, including not writing on time... SO I need to just find a way to relieve stress... Sorry. Uh... Well, some good news is a won a songwriting award! It's for one of my songs about fighting against depression XD, I should take my lyrics advice... Uh... Chapter 8... Remember my characters are always OOC and I always like to add hints of humor somewhat XD/
"Time to head back," a... Person says. I don't know if he is some sort of guard or what. I hold on tightly to Peeta's hand as we tread through the grass. We come to some hole and crawl through it sorta. Then there are many stairs.
Annie is still knocked out, so some random guy has to carry her. Johanna follows slowly behind us, looking a bit lonely. I shrug it off as we start down the stairs. We seem to go on for quite awhile until we reach the bottom. It's so dark. It reminds me off the cell. I move closer to Peeta and he looks at me concerned. I shake my head and turn my gaze down. We walk through a large door into a warehouse with many bunk beds.
The guard/whatever guy leads keeps walking past this room and we enter through a smaller door into a hospital of sorts. I hate hospitals.
A bunch of people in white coats come and half of them take Johanna somewhere else. "Where are they taking her?" I mutter to Peeta. "Just going to check her out some more I suppose," he replies while the other half take Annie somewhere. The final few doctors come up to us with their sickeningly sweet smiles and take Peeta and I somewhere. Somewhere, I think. I keep using that word, but where is somewhere? I soon find out as they put us in a area with curtains all around it. I guess you could call it a room. There are many medical supplies and big machines. One of the doctors tell me to sit on the bed and someone will be back in a minute. They all leave the room, and it's just Peeta and I. I breathe a sigh of relief.
Peeta smiles at me and sits down on the bed, taking my hand. "So, what's up?" He asks casually. I laugh. "Not much, just sitting around in a hospital," I tell him. "How boring," he says fake yawning. I smile softly and lay my head on his shoulder. How long have I been craving to feel his hand on mine, to listen to his heartbeat? Too long, way too long. I look up into his blue eyes a fall into them. His lips connect with mine for a split second before the curtain is harshly pulled open. We jump a bit, or a lot, however you want to word it. I look up to the doctor, my mother. She smiles at me with tears in her eyes. I smile back at her as she takes the hand that Peeta isn't holding.
"Hey Mom," I say.
"Hey Katniss," she replies.
She awkwardly hugs me and that's that.
Peeta P.O.V
"The baby seems to be doing fine, honestly I'm surprised," Ms. Everdeen says as if she isn't talking about her own grandchild. She has this mask she puts on when in "doctor mode," or so Katniss told me a few months ago.
"Your close to six months now. Would you like to know the gender?"
Katniss looks to me in question and I shrug. "Okay," she says softly. Ms. Everdeen smiles. "It's a girl, I guess you were right." Katniss smiles for the millionth time in the last ten minutes. I don't think she's smiled this much in the last year.
"Well that's a about it now... I think it's about time you had a good nights sleep. The baby is fine, but you've been under a lot of stress, so it's kinda a high risk pregnancy. You need to be... Careful."
"I will be," Katniss tells her.
"Now, Boggs will show you two to your new room, theres a few rooms away from the bunks." Ms. Everdeen says as if not talking about me getting a room to sleep with her daughter.. This woman is very confusing. Katniss nods and Ms. Everdeen leaves. Boggs comes and guides us to a small private room with a queen sized bed, dresser, TV and small bathroom. Not much different from the rooms we had before the bombing. "These are the rooms we give to our "official people, or people who medically need space," Boggs tells us. We nod and he leaves.
Katniss breathes heavily and lays down on the bed. I lay next to her and use my fingers to brush her hair. She moves closer to me and closes her eyes. She falls asleep before long and I pull the blanket over us. I hesitantly place my hand on her stomach and feel the baby kick. I smile. -
Hey guys!
Time for an update on my life, yay!
So, the last two weeks i've been really low. I couldn't sleep and wasn't hungry, and I just didn't feel right. On Sunday I... I'm not going to tell you that. I was sick on Sunday, and I've just felt so much better for some reason! So, my writing life is like.... I'm just here. I'm not saying I'll update every week or whatever, but I am working on writing. I don't want to force myself to write anymore, it really stressed me out and the quality of my writing was not right. The only thing I've really written these past three weeks, was a chapter of Really Real I posted about a week ago, and I'm working another story, which I finally got on wattpad! I think it's going to be pretty interesting, like I am very very proud of the prologue, and I got that and the first chapter up. If you want to read it, it's called The Story Of My Life, and the description is really lame. It's a lot better then the description. It's my only story up right now, so here is the link to my account : )
Thank you guys for sticking with me, as I present the.. 13th chapter I think? Yay! I also need to work on Valentine's Day With The Mellarks' one shot. I've done a Thanksgiving and Christmas, and I have some plans :)/
32 weeks. Pastel nursery. Day one.
We cleaned out the former guest room for Willow, and now we are going to paint it. But Peeta won't let me help, because he wants it to be a surprise. But I can help him pick out the paint, which is what we are doing now.
"Do you like this one?," Peeta asks me, showing me a pretty pink paint.
"I don't know, if I don't know how the nursery is going to look, it could be weird. If your painting tigers or something, who wants a pink tiger? That's just weird," I say. He rolls his eyes. "Obviously I'm not going to paint her a nursery with tigers everywhere."
"Well, I don't know what you are doing, so it's hard to pick colors."
"Fine. I'm not telling you. I'll just pick out some colors, and if you hate them tell me."
"Okay," I say. I wander around the store for awhile while he picks out paints. There isn't much for me to see, it's a home supply store. The only thing here for Willow would be the paint, and maybe wood if you were to hand craft a crib. I think Peeta already has a crib picked out though.
"Okay, I'm finished," Peeta announces. I come back over to him and look in the cart. Pink, purple, blue, yellow, green, orange... "What would you do with brown in a baby's room?" I ask. "For the trim," he answers. "Oh, I thought the trim would be white," I say. He laughs. "That would be pretty yes, but a mistake. It wouldn't stay pretty for long."
I nod and keep looking through the cart. "They look fine to me, no ugly yellow, so that's good," I say. He smiles, "have some faith in me Katniss, I would never pick out a ugly yellow for our child's' room."
"You say that now, I saw you looking at that horrible crib," I say. "It wasn't horrible, it was beautiful!" He defends. "No, it was an ugly yellow." "Hmf, fine. We won't get that crib then," he says.
"Good, didn't want it," I smirk. "Let's just check out..." He mutters.
/Story/Of/My/Life/On/Wattpad/Couldn't/Help/It/haha/
"Shoo now!" Peeta says, trying to get me out of the unpainted nursery.
"So, you're going to let your pregnant wife be all alone in this big house, just because you want the nursery to be a surprise?" I ask.
"Yes. And you're not alone, you have Willow. And Haymitch... And here, you can pick out baby clothes or something," he says handing me a baby magazine.
"Fine," I say exiting the room. I go downstairs and lay on the couch, flipping through the magazine. This must be from the capitol, it has these crazy outfits that my baby will never wear. I go through every page, about to give up until I finally find a cute onsie. It's just plain pink with blue hems. I mark the page and close the magazine. I turn on the TV.
"Katniss and Peeta Mellark, we-" I change to the next channel before the reporter even finishes. I really rather not hear what they are saying about my "baby mockingjay." I go through channels until I find a station for the District four news. It looks interesting, so I keep it on.
I fall asleep soon after.
/Yeah, I feel like I'm dragging it out, and it's short, but I'm trying to get some filler before the time comes! Thank you for reading! The next updated story will hopefully be Maybe It Is Real./ -
/So I'm just writing whatever comes to mind now haha. Sorry this took so long! I present, chapter 7./
Maybe It Is Real, 7
I wake up at 3 AM this time. I try to keep myself quiet. I know my mother and Prim haven't really gotten much sleep since I came home from the games. I pace around my room for a little bit, not knowing what to do. I can't go back to sleep, I couldn't take it anymore.
I grab a soft fleece blanket from a basket in my room and curl up my the window seal. How long is this gonna go on?" I wonder.
Forever, because there isn't any escape. I'm forever trapped in a life of sleepless nights. I sigh, running my hands through my brown hair. Typical, this will be. Every early morning spent by the window seal starring at the stars, praying for freedom.
The victory tour will be here in four months. I'll have to go the the capitol again, and see those horrible, horrible people. Cheering my name, so happy for my victory. A victory achieved by killing innocent children. I burry my head in my hands. It never goes away. The pain of knowing you took a life of someone, an innocent someone. And not just one. Marvel, Cato. Glimmer and the District 4 girl. Might as well count Rue's death as my fault, I should have protected her. She should have won, not me. She should be living in these big houses, eating all the food she could ever want, wearing all the beautiful clothes. Hell, anyone but me should have won.
But Peeta won, too. That's one saving grace, instead of 23 other life's lost, it was only 22. Still doesn't seattle right with me.
It's not right when a person can't see that sending 24 children somewhere to kill each other is wrong. It's not good entertainment. It's horrible. I can't understand how they can cheer for it.
I wonder if they cheered when Rue died.
I wonder if they cheered when I shot Marvel.
I wonder if they cheered when they said there could only be one victor.
I wonder if they cheered when we were going to eat the berries. Is it good entertainment to watch two kids try to kill themselves because they don't want to kill each other? I wouldn't know, I'm not from the capitol. I clearly don't know the difference between right and wrong, obviously it's okay.
I get up and pace around my room again. I'll have to mentor the kids until I die, unless some other girl wins. Which is unlikely. This has to end. It can't go on. But what can I do? I'm a sixteen year old girl who won the hunger games. I'm not the first. What can I do to change things? I slump down on the floor and sigh. Nothing. Not alone anyway. I need help. Where in God's name do you get help around this place?
Haymitch.
/Bakers/Gonna/Bake/Bake/Bake/Bake/Bake/
Two thirty in the afternoon, the man should be awake already, right?
No.
I open his unlocked door and almost vomit at the smell. God, how can he stand it? I guess because he is always asleep.
"Haymitch," I mutter shaking the old drunk awake. I don't even know what I'm going to say. 'Hey, let's go kill Snow!'?
He's obviously not waking up. I get a pitcher of cold water and pour it on him.
"Gawwwwwh!" Haymitch jumps up waving his knife around. I jump back.
"What are you doing?" He barks.
"We need to talk," I say in all seriousness. He looks at me for a minute and nods. He heads towards the door. "What are you doing?" I ask. "We're going to take a walk Sweetheart," he responds. I follow him.
/Players/Gonna/Play/Play/Play/Play/Play/
"So, what is it you want to talk about?"
We, Haymitch and I, sit in the meadow where the capitol doesn't have bugs everywhere. No guarantee of it, but it's the safest place we know of.
"I don't know," I mutter picking a flower.
"You don't know? So you dragged me out here for nothing?"
"Technically, you dragged me out here."
"Because I figured you had something important to talk about. Like, bugs in your house, that annoying mother of yours, thinking about sleeping with the boy, government-" I cut him off.
"Haymitch!"
"What?"
"Sleeping with the boy? Seriously?" I say.
"Yeah. It happens Sweetheart. Now, let's talk about what you really want to talk about," he says.
"What was the last thing you were saying?" I ask.
"Government issues. You realizing you don't like the capitol ways and you have to mentor innocent children every year? Welcome to my life."
"Sounds lovely," I say.
"It's not. You have to realize that this is it though. There's nothing you can do. See what happened to District 13? We're hopeless. Think you can get this bloody district to start an uprising? You're kidding yourself. Just give up and face the facts Sweetheart."
I nod and twirl the flower in my hand. Haymitch doesn't even have faith. We're hopeless. -
Valentine's Day With The Mellarks
/And now for the third shot of my THG holiday fanfics. I didn't plan to make this a series, or to have them all connect, but it just happened like that. The Thanksgiving and Christmas one shots weren't a huge hit, but it was still interesting. So here is the Valentine's day one shot! I almost didn't find the time to write this, but here we are. I know, I know. Willow was 8 months old at Christmas. But I needed her to be older. Because I can not stop myself for what I am about to write. The timing is still off, but hell, it's a fanfic. I hope you enjoy :)/
I pick Willow up from her crawling on the floor. Nearing 13 months, she hasn't taken her first step. She's stood up by herself, but she just hasn't taken that leap of faith to take a step. The doctor says it's perfectly normal, some children don't start walking until 16 or 17 months. I can wait, it'll be a crazy mess when she starts walking, I imagine she'll want to go everywhere.
I'm good with her being my sweet little baby forever. I admit, I've become a attached mother. I've never saw myself to be a person to hold on to little things, but Willow has really changed me. I don't want her to grow up.
But I know it isn't my choice, so I'll just have to hold on to the times while they are here.
Peeta is at the bakery, so it's just Willow and I. Today is the 14th of February, which marks as another old American holiday. St. Valentine's day. Apparently, it's a day to celebrate your love. A few weeks ago I felt the need to do something special for this day. We've hardly ever celebrated it before, but it's been eight years since the revaluation. We didn't use to celebrate Thanksgiving either, but old American traditions are kinda cute. I didn't really have any ideas, until I found out. Then I knew I had the perfect idea. It's hard to keep such a secret from Peeta, but it will be worth it.
Willow starts to fuss, so I put her to bed for her afternoon nap. Then I go to the kitchen and begin part one of super Valentine's Day surprise. I'm not much of a cook, but I do decent enough. I set out the ingredients to make lamb stew. We have a bunch of cookbooks with very lovely detailed instructions that help me so much. Before long I have everything for the stew made and in the pot to cook for a few hours. It takes a long time to cook lamb stew I've learned. I fiddle around the house for a little while, wondering how I'll say it. It won't be hard as the first time, but it still won't be easy. I let the thoughts leave my mind as I hear Willow start to rise.
"Have a good nap sweetheart?" I say to Willow as I take her out of her crib. "Yes," Willow responds nuzzling her little her into my arms. I smile and glance at the clock. 4:30. Peeta will be back soon.
"Down mama, down," Willow tells me. I set her down and she crawls over to her toys. I sit down a little ways from her and watch her play lost in thought. I don't realize when Peeta sits besides me. "Honey, I'm home," he mumbles. I look up and smile. "Good, been waiting on you," I tell him quickly kissing him.
"Daddy," Willow brightens when she sees her father is home. She stands up and stumbles over to us.
I think that calls as her first steps.
"Willow!" I grin at my daughter. Peeta and I fuss over her for awhile and feed her dinner, then fuss over her some more, until she starts to get whiney. I look up at the clock and realize it's 7:00, her bed time.
"Want to put her to bed?" I ask Peeta. He nods and I get up and go downstairs. The lamb stew hasn't been stirred in hours so it's stuck to the pan a little bit, but it's okay I think. I set the table and pour stew into two bowls.
"Happy Valentine's Day," a voice whispers in my ear. I fall into Peeta's hug and smile at him. "Happy Valentine's Day," I tell him. It's now or never, I tell myself.
"Peeta?" I say.
"Mhmmm?"
'I'm pregnant."
/Awwwww, ain't it so cute? Baby number two! AND IT'S A CLIFFHANGER AHHHH!!! It's a good place to stop and you'll ever know what happens after that because the next holiday is too far apart :P. Sorry about that haha, I'm evil. WHAT HOLIDAY IS NEXT? Easter? Saint Patricks Day? (seriously? :P) I really don't know. Maybe it won't be anything until the fourth of July, which doesn't make sense because Panem is not America. It is, but it's not. You get what I mean. REVIEW!! Suggestions and thoughts, just a few clicks and swipes of a keyboard :)Thank you for reading!!!/
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