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I post here because I post my stories on another website called fanfiction.net and I write them on my IPad but I can't paste to that website for some reason so I go on my phone and copy then paste the story to the other website. Been doing it for awhile now.
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Chapter 2
/I am so happy I ended the last story. I feel so great to have a fresh start. I loved writing this chapter, I hope you guys like it. Hope you had a Merry Christmas! Oh, and I am against abortion, and I figured Katniss would be too since she hates death. Deal with it and don't say nothing against it and that is good. Thanks for the reviews, hope to see more. Also, thank you for the follows, views and favs. I'm hoping maybe this story can get 10,000 views by the end of the year? I know it's a long shot but... We can try :)/
I wake up in the middle of the night. I bolt up in bed. Why am I awake? I wasn't having a nightmare. I- oh.
I run to the bathroom and vomit into the toliet. When the sickness finally dies down I lay my head on the toliet seat and groan. I've been feeling like s---. I seem to need to vomit every ten minutes, mostly in the mornings. I can't keep any food down. Even when I don't eat something comes up. I'm super moody and I'm not even on my period. I'm actually late. It's almost like I'm pre-
Oh God, no I couldn't be. I can't be pregnant. I'm not ready for a baby. I never will be! I can't be a mother. Damn it, what am I going to do?
Come on, I don't even know I'm pregnant. Most likely just the flu. I go back to bed but I can't seem to go back to sleep. I toss and turn. I stare at Peeta. I could be having his man's child. He'd be thrilled. But I'm terrified. I can't do this.
I also can't abort the child. One, that is murder. Two... It's Peeta's child. He wants children so badly, and he would never have me kill our child. I couldn't go behind his back and do that.
So right now my answer to falling asleep is, I could be pregnant. I also could not be. I just don't know.
If I am... Then that means there is a freaking child growing in my stomach. I look down at where my child could be. In a few months, I'd be fat and fixing to become a mother. But really, if there was a child growing inside of me, I guess I already am a mother. I would be taking care of the baby, having it grow safely inside of me. My stomach would be the child's home for the next nine months...
Nine months? Well, not exactly. I would probably be a month or so in. Still, eight months is a awfully long time to worry about a child. And then it doesn't end after that. It will be worse. The child could walk around and get hurt, because the world is dangerous.
That's my issue. For the rest of this child's life, I will be in worry. Yes, maybe the games are over. And we get our victor's money so it would have enough to eat. But other things happen to children. Even a simple little fever could end in death.
I look to the ground and think of Peeta. When he was sick in the arena, it was awful. I would worry about him day and night, and I barely knew him. My own child would be hell. I down at my stomach again. I can't shake the thought that I wouldn't be able to protect it. Something, anything could happen. If the child scrapped it's knee, would it get infected? Could she loose her leg? Could she loose her life?
I wouldn't be able to bare it. Putting my child in the ground... I couldn't it.
I can not do this. I can not be a mother. I am not stable. My nightmares and scars would scare the child. She would hate me.
I put my head in my hands and groan quietly. This is awful. I am almost positive that my test would say positive. I lay back down and turn towards Peeta. I close my eyes as I do so, and when I open them again I see Peeta has been staring at me. He looks as though he has been awake for a little while.
"What? Did you have a nightmare?" I ask, feeling awful I was so wrapped up in my thoughts I didn't even feel him stir.
"No, no, I just woke up.. Are you okay?" he asks worriedly.
"Yeah, just got sick again," I half lie.
"Katniss, this has been going on for days, I'm starting to think it's moe serious then the flu. We should go to the doctor," he says.
"No Peeta, I tell you I'm FINE! I don't need a damned doctor to tell me the thing I already know."
"And what do you know Katniss? You could be seriously ill!"
"Or just seriously pregnant!" I say without thinking.
He stares at me lost for a minute. "...What?"
"I don't know" I whimper, burying my face in my hands trying to hold back the tears.
After awhile he starts to stroke my hair. "You... You think you could be pregnant?"
"I don't know," I mutter again.
"Well.. We need to find out."
"I-I can't do it Peeta!" I whimper, letting my tears fall free now.
He gently takes my face in his hands and wipes every tear away with a kiss. "You, Katniss Mellark, are the strongest woman I know. You can do anything. Whatever the answer is to this, we will be okay. Okay?"
I nod shakily and he pulls me close and makes circles on my arm until I fall asleep. -
Chapter 3
/I'm sorry I did not update yesterday, my internet is crazy. But I did get a bunch of chapters written. Well, not a bunch just up to chapter 6. Since you had to wait, this one is a little longer then most. Nah, I already wrote it this long before my internet stopped./
When I wake, I am still in Peeta's arms.He is stroking my hair gently. I look up at him and force a smile. He smiles back and swiftly gets out of bed and picks me up into his arms, cradling me like a... Baby
On the outside I smile but on the inside I frown. This is like our usual mornings in some ways, but in others it is not. I could be carrying a child. A child that could change our life's completely. I close my eyes and and my fingers cling to his chest. I really don't want this. I want it to be just me and Peeta forever. That sounds so selfish. I don't want to make room for a child because I like life the way it is now?
No, it's because I'm scared. I don't think I could do it, no matter what Peeta says. I feel Peeta shift me up higher and start walking downstairs. I'm only wearing a tank top and underwear, and if Haymitch comes in it will be very awkward, but I don't care. Peeta lays me down on the couch in the living room and goes off somewhere. I open my eyes and see the sunlight coming in from the window next to me. I look down at my stomach and think I look a little chubby but it's probably just my mind messing with me. Still tired, I curl up into a ball and lay my head on the armrest of the sofa. I almost fall asleep but Peeta comes back.
"What do you want for breakfast?" He whispers in my ear.
"Mmmm...Nothing," I say. I'm afraid that anything I eat will come back up.
"Okay...Let's get dressed," he says grabbing my hand and pulling me back upstairs.
I put on some jeans and a black tank top. I put on a white see through crop top over it. I was never one for most fashion, but Cinna made this clothing and I can't hate anything of his. I brush my hair a leave it down. I put shamefully put makeup on my wrists.
I lay down on the bed, waiting for Peeta to finish dressing. People say that women take longer to get ready, but I've been watching Peet get dressed for a year or two now and he takes much longer then I.
He finally finishes and lays down with me. I lay my head on his chest and he draws circles on my back.
"Katniss?" He says after awhile.I hum in response.
"Should we.. Uh, check things out?"
I bury my head deeper in his chest. "Yeah," I get out.
"Well.. Let's go." He gets up and pulls me with him.
I stand with him shakily. I grab my purse and we are off.
District 12 has come far in the last two years. We have many homes repaired or newly built. Shops like the bakery and butchers are open, and latest of all a small hospital. We have amazing doctors, or so I've heard, but not so amazing medical equipment. But it still gets the job done better then before.
We walk into the hospital and I am amazed at how advanced it is. Everyone says it's not much, but it's a hell of a lot better then Mom's old "hospital."
We go to the front desk and sign in. The receptionist looks excited and surprised to see us but thankfully keeps her mouth shut. We are told to take a seat and fill out the papers.
"Okay Katniss, let's fill these questions out. Why are you here?" He says quietly for the others not to hear.
"Just put I don't know," I say.
"Okay. Birthday... May 8th.. Age... How old are you darlin'?" I hit his arm. "You know how old I am Peeta, same as you!"
"30?" I give him a look. "Okay, Okay, 19. Damn, I was thinking we were older then that..." He trails off writing it down. I was thinking the same thing. We've seen too much, grew up too fast. I feel much older then I am.
"Final question, are you a virgin? Well, I can answer that myself," Peeta says, checking the no box.
"They ain't afraid of asking stuff, are they?" I say.
"Nope. But I guess they need to know." He says getting up to turn the paper work in. I think how they will probably sell the information on that to the press, but remind myself we don't live like that anymore.
Peeta comes back and we wait a little longer before a female doctor comes smiling. She is a very sweet woman who says her name is Dr. Ravins. She guides us to a room and as soon as we walk in and see all the equipment, I wish I had peed on a rabbit.
She talks to us for a little while about some very personal things then she makes me pee in a cup and takes a blood test. Peeta holds my shaky hand as we wait for the results.
He trys to calm me down by talking about random nonsense but it doesn't help any. He gives up after awhile.
Just before the doctor comes in, he looks in my eyes and says; "Whatever the answer is, we'll be alright, together." I nod and he kisses my forehead and pulls me closer to him.
Dr. Ravins comes back in smiling.
"Congratulations! Your having a baby!"
I almost pass out right there. It's happening. I'm pregnant.
I try to calm down before I have a major meltdown. Peeta grins but when he she the look on my face he quickly thanks the doctor and we leave as fast as we can.
My breathing steadies as we walk out into the hot District 12 air. Peeta asks me if I am alright and when I don't respond just guides me home.
He locks the door behind us and sets me down on the couch. He kneels before my shaking body and takes my hand.
"Katniss, calm down. It's going to be okay. We can do this."
"What if we can't?" I get out. "What if I fail her like a failed Prim?"
"Kat, you did not fail Prim. You did everything you could."
"And it wasn't enough. She's gone. The same thing could happen with our child."
"Katniss, you have to stop worrying about everything. If you spend you life worrying you'll just miss it."
"But I couldn't bare losing it! Everyone I've ever loved has left me!" I start sobbing.
"Oh baby.." He picks me up and sets me in his lap. "I didn't leave you. And I don't plan to. Ever."
"That's just because I'm the only one left for you."
"That's not true, don't say that. I'm here because I want to be. Because I love you."
"I love you too Peeta. But I don't see how we can do this," I whimper.
"Like we always do Katniss. Together." -
Chapter 4
A week later I have accepted the fact that I am to be a mother.
I'm almost three months in, and I should start to show soon. Peeta is very excited for me to become fat. I don't see how me carrying around 40 extra pounds can be appealing to him. But, men are weird.
I stare at my chubby self in the mirror and frown. Peeta says everyday that I'm glowing but I think I look like a cow. I lift my shirt up and look at my flat stomach. Won't be that way for long. It'll be round as a balloon. But bigger then most balloons. Most balloons pop before they get that big. I guess I will pop, but instead of air, out comes a baby.
Peeta comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, his hands firmly on my stomach. "You're beautiful," he whispers in my ear. "No, I'm not," I snap. Why can't I just take a compliment? My hormones are so off balanced.
Peeta frowns and I about burst into to tears. "I'm sorry," I mumble.
"It's okay," he says moving a fallen piece of hair behind my ear. "Your hormones are crazy right now, I understand."
"They aren't that bad," I mutter turning away from him.
"Three months ago you wouldn't have cried over not being able to find the hand towel."
"Yes, I would have. It stinks to go in the bathroom to wash your hands, and not be able to have anything to wipe them off with."
Peeta laughs. "I doubt that you would have cried over it, Katniss. But it's okay. We're in this together, so you can cry all day long and I won't be annoyed, and you can snap at my every word and I won't be mad. Use me as your punching bag."
"Okay," I say turning around and playfully punching him in the arm.
"Good," he says capturing my lips in his. "I love you," I whisper when we part.
"I love you too," he whispers back. "Now, let's go."
"Go where?" I ask.
"To Haymitch's. You said we should tell him today."
"Oh yeah, I forgot."
"I noticed," he grins grabbing my hand and guiding me downstairs and out the door.
We slowly walk hand and hand to Haymitch's house, both nervous to tell the news. How does one say it? Just, 'hey I'm pregnant thought I'd let you know' or something more special?
We politely and stupidly knock on his door and obviously he doesn't answer. He never does. We walk in and I almost throw up. I used to be able to stand the smell but with my lovely morning sickness, not so much. We find him sitting at his table with a bottle in hand. I don't know how he does it. Just sits there all day and drinks. He doesn't watch TV or read or anything. Just stares at the wall.
He had been doing better with his drinking after the rebellion, but he fell off the tracks.
"Oh! My two favorite married victors. Well damn, I guess your the only married victors but who cares. What brings you two here?" Haymitch says.
"Oh, nothing much, just had some exciting news for you," says Peeta.
"Well what is it?"Haymitch asks.
"Your going to be a grandfather!" says Peeta.
Haymitch takes awhile to get it. "Oh! So you knocked her up. Good job boy. I was wonderin' why she looked so green."
I get out a little laugh but that's about all I can do or I'm afraid I'll loose my lunch.
Haymitch smiles at me. "I have to say, I never thought you'd get her to do it,"
Peeta laughs. "It didn't really happen that way.."
"Okay, getting too personal here," says Haymitch. "Great to see you two, but I'd get her out of her before she throws up all over my house."
Peeta nods and we turn towards the door.
"Oh, and Sweetheart?" I turn to look at Haymitch. "It's best not to drink around children,"he says tossing his bottle behind him. I go over to him and wrap my arms around him.
"Thank you," I whisper.
"Anything for you Sweetheart." -
Chapter 5
I lay in bed with Peeta that night, his hand protectively resting on my stomach. The child is not yet born, and he is already being a protecting father. He's going to be a great one.
I, on the other hand will not be a great mother. I will be a terrible mother.
"Isn't this amazing?" Peeta speaks up.
"Hm?"
"How theres a person in your freaking stomach. A person the size of a raisin. He doesn't even have arms and legs yet. He's just in there growing. And when he comes out, he'll be the size of... I don't know. Really small. And he'll just keep growing."
"He?" I challenge.
"Or she. I don't know. I just don't feel comfortable calling the baby a 'it'," he says.
"What do you think it'll be?" I ask.
"I don't know. I kinda want a girl. You?"
I think for awhile. A girl with my brown hair and Peeta's blue eyes. A boy with Peeta's golden hair and my grey eyes.
"As long as it's healthy, I don't care," I decide.
"What will we name him or her?" Peeta asks.
"I like Sailor and Dakota for a girl. Joshua and Alex for a boy. What about you?"
"Doesn't both of our families have sort of tradition? Like, yours names the girls after plants and mine names the boys after.. Bread."
I laugh. "Bread? So what would we name our son, Cheese Bun?"
"He'd be a cool kid with that name!" Peeta defends.
"No, he wouldn't," I say. "We are not naming our child after cheese buns. Pick a bread with a normal name."
"Okay, Rye." Says Peeta.
"Rye. I like it. What about a middle name?"
"How about Joshua Rye Mellark. He can go by his middle name."
"Okay. How about a girl?"
"You decide, your tradition."
I think for awhile. I think of flowers and weeds and trees with nice names. Then I come up with a perfect one.
"Willow," I say.
"Willow? That's pretty. What about a middle name?"
"Rose," I say instantly, after Primrose.
Peeta nods in understanding. "Willow Rose Mellark or Joshua Rye Mellark. Perfect."
"Perfect," I echo.
/T/O/G/E/T/H/E/R/
Two days later and exactly three months into the pregnancy, I wake in the middle of the night again. Peeta joins me in the bathroom, holding my hair out of my face. When the sickness mostly passes, he wipes my mouth off with a washcloth.
"You okay?" He asks.
"No," I groan. "I haven't had a full nights sleep in weeks because of nightmares and sickness. I just want the morning sickness to be done with."
"I know," he whispers laying my head in his lap. My eyes go to my stomach, silently cursing the child for keeping it's mother awake every night. But I notice it looks different and lift up my shirt.
"Peeta," I say getting his attention.
"Yeah?"
"Look," I say guiding his hand to my tiny new baby bump.
"Oh my God.." he mutters and I laugh. I guess the doctor was right when she said this could happen over night.
I lay my head back down and sigh feeling the sickness coming on again.
"This is going to be fun," he mumbles rubbing my stomach.
"For you," I mutter, leaning over the toilet again.
"You'll find the fun soon," he says rubbing my back. -
Chapter 6
I fail at buttoning the 12th pair of jeans I've tried on this morning.
"Nothing fits!" I groan annoyed.
"Something haves to," Peeta mumbles going through my drawers as I collapse onto the bed.
"Nope." I whisper on the verge of tears, again. I've been tearing up so often and it's getting on my nerves because I used to never cry and that makes me want to cry more.
"Hey, it's okay," Peeta says running his fingers through my hair. I swear, if it wasn't for Peeta calming me down I wouldn't be able to do this. Like he always says, we're in this together.
"You can just wear a dress or something and we can go shopping for some bigger clothes today," he says.
"Okay," I say choking back my tears and getting up to go through my closet. I slip on a blue and orange sundress that comes down just below my knees. It used to be loose on me now it looks tight and I look fat.
"See?" Peeta says. "It fits fine and you look gorgeous."
"I'm fat, it doesn't look fine, it looks tight because I'm fat."
"It's fine," Peeta says kissing me. I sigh and brush my hair.
"So, today I'll go to the bakery and you can go to the clothing store across the street."
"I don't really want to go alone.." I say.
"It'll be weirder if I'm there, in a women's clothing store," he says.
"No it won't," I argue.
"You'll be fine Kitten."
"You sure are using the word fine a lot this morning."
"Yeah, well, it's a good word."
"I guess so. So I really have to go alone?" I whine.
"Yes, your a big girl and it won't take you long. Then you can come to the bakery."
"Fine," I mutter getting my purse and turning to leave. Peeta stops me.
"Hey. I love you. And I'll walk with you," he says kissing me. "Okay," I mumble.
He smiles at me and takes my hand and we are off.
/C/H/AP/T/E/R/S/I/X/
I hate clothing stores.
Every dress that I like is too short. Every dress that is long enough is ugly. I don't like the color jeans. I hate having to try them on in the dressing room.
But it's over so I'm happy. I got clothing to last me through the pregnancy. I got weird looks at checkout and the girl kept glancing at my stomach.
I walk across the street to the bakery with bags in hand. The town is bustling with people but no one is in the bakery at the moment. I walk in and go to the back to find Peeta. He turns and sees me and smiles. He has flour all over him but he wipes it off and kisses me.
"Was it unbearable?" He asks.
"Basically," I say setting the bags down. "I couldn't find the right stuff for the longest time and at checkout everyone gave me weird looks and kept looking at my stomach. 'Katniss Mellark pregnant' will be the headline soon."
"I'm sorry. But at least it's over, right?"
"Yeah, only about six months and eighteen years left to go," I say.
"The eighteen years won't be hard at all," he says.
"Mhmmm."
"Well, of course with the other children.."
"Other children? We aren't even through the first and your already planning the next dozen?"
"Oh, dozen, I like the sound of that," Peeta grins.
"Dream on bread boy," I say. "There aren't enough nice bread names left." -
Chapter 7
I've hit the 4 month mark.
The morning sickness is basically over. I'm happy. I was getting tired of having morning sickness ANYTIME OF DAY. The morning in the name is false.
My hormone issues are still there though, getting much worse instead of better.
My stomach is constantly expanding. That means my nerves are constantly expanding. There is only so much of this I can take.
But other then all of that s---, I'm fine!
I go to the bakery with Peeta most everyday expect for the days that I didn't sleep that night and Peeta makes me sleep all day. He is being very...Lovingly protective. He doesn't let me hunt anymore, which pisses me off to no end but I keep my mouth shut. Just nod and smile, that's how you get along. That sounds sad, but really I'm not in the mood to fight it.
I yawn and roll over in bed. I didn't sleep last night so Peeta had me stay home. He left for the bakery about five hours ago but I haven't gotten sleep. I just can't sleep without him. I get up and take a hot shower, trying to wake up but it makes me more sleepy. I brush my hair and get dressed, and decide to go to the bakery. I'm not getting any sleep here without him and I miss him constantly.
I slowly walk out the door, my eyes drooping along the way. Haymitch is on his porch and I keep my head down and walk a little faster but he catches up with me.
"Hello Sweetheart," he says.
"Ey Haymitch. What do you need?" I ask turning to face him.
"I don't need anything. Just want to spend time with my beautiful pregnant favorite victor and neighbor."
"That's a lot of names to swallow," I say turning to walk again.
"Not really, only four, I could add a lot more. Like snappy and never talks to me anymore, bad mood,-"
I cut him off. "If I'm so snappy and in a bad mood, why speak to me?"
"I don't know Sweetheart, I reckon I feel sorry for your ass having to carry around a baby for nine months."
"You should, it's hell," I mutter.
"I'm sure it is Katniss. That's why I'm here to escort you to town."
"Peeta put you up to this, didn't he?" I question.
"Maybe just a little bit. But in the end it was my choice," he says pulling a sheet of paper out of his pocket. "Right now the schedule that the boy printed out and gave me says that you should be sleeping, not walking to town."
"Well, that sucks for the schedule. Cause right now I'm walking to town and you can't stop me."
"Don't guess I can stop you Sweetheart, but I can wonder why your walking to town and not sleeping. I hear that most pregnant woman would do anything for five minutes of sleep."
"Well, I'm not like most pregnant woman. I don't like to sleep in that big empty house alone."
"I'd offer to stay with you Sweetheart but I feel that would ruin the catchy tune."
"I wouldn't trust you to stay anyway," I mumble.
"Ouch. Well, right now is when I would say call me when your in a better mood but that's not going to happen for another five months.."
"Mhmm."We're close to the town now and I wish Haymitch would turn and go back home. But I feel that ain't going to happen for awhile.
I turn to go to the bakery and Haymitch turns to the liquor store.
"I thought you said it isn't good to drink around children?" I say.
"Well, I figured I'd work off slowly. The kid ain't gonna be here for another five months."
"Well, technically the kid is here, just not out. I'd watch it or Uncle Haymitch isn't going to well.."
"Uncle Haymitch? The other day I was grandpa."
"See? Pregnant women can do that," I say turning towards the bakery again, leaving him there looking dumbfounded. I smile when I see him in the bakery window turning back to the route home instead of going in the store.
I open the door to the bakery to find it crowded. I slip in to the back unnoticed, which is not as simple as it used to be. I lean against the wall in the kitchen, waiting for Peeta to notice me. I dip my finger in the bowl of icing and lick it.
"Kitten! What are you doing here? Your supposed to be asleep."
"I can't ever sleep without you Peeta. And Willow here likes to keep me up at night." I say.
"I don't really get how she keeps you up. She isn't kicking yet and isn't the morning sickness over? And when did it diffidently become a she?"
"Well, I don' know how she keeps me up but I can't sleep. And Doctor said we can find out the gender in week.. 18. And we're on week 17. So we'll find out soon. And I'm betting it's a girl."
"Rye will be very upset when he finds out you were betting he was a girl."
"Well it sounds like your betting it's a boy."
"No, I'm just.."
"Just?" I laugh at his face. I go over to him and kiss him. "Soon, we'll know so right now let's just say it's a girl."
"That's not very fair. Baby has just as much chance being a boy as it does a girl.
"Yes, but I'm the pregnant one so if I say it's a girl for a week, it's a girl."
"That makes no sense."
"Nothing makes sense. But.. I just feel like it's a girl."
"Okay fine if that's what you say then I do as the pregnant women says."
"Good boy," I say pinching his cheek.
/Yes, this mostly made no sense. But, nothing makes sense. I'm just trying to make Katniss a little demanding and cute XD. And Peeta goes along with it, for the most part. For those of you who read the book, you know what the gender is cause I'm mostly going by the book. But, if you didn't read the book, then you'll find out next chapter. I'm mostly talking to my friend Kira here./ -
Chapter 8
Today we find out the gender of the baby.
I'm very excited. Something is telling me it's a girl and I want to see if I am correct.
Peeta and I are walking in the hospital now. He kisses my cheek and goes to sign in. I take a seat in the waiting room placing my hands on my stomach. I'm amazed at how fast I'm getting fat but I've decided not to care. Just keep on doing what I'm doing. Which is basically nothing. Peeta comes back and fills out some paperwork. I don't understand why we have to answer the same questions every time, can't they figure out I'm a virgin by looking at me? I'm four months pregnant! My name isn't Mary, good grief.
A nurse calls us in and we turn in the paperwork. She takes us to a room and takes my blood pressure and temperature and such.
Doctor Ravins comes in after awhile.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Mellark! How are you today?"
"Doing fine, thank you," Peeta smiles.
"Katniss, what's changed since your last vist?" She asks.
"Not much, just fatter," I laugh. She smiles and writes something down on her notepad. "I see you're in your 18th to 19th week, so are you ready to find out the gender?" Dr. Ravins asks.
Peeta and I look at each other and nod. We never really talked about if we wanted to, we just always talked about finding out.
Dr. Ravins tells me to lay down and rubs cold gel on my stomach. She waves a wand over it and tells us to look at the screen.
"It's... A girl!"
"Told you a--hole!" I whisper to Peeta so the doctor won't hear.
"s---.." He mumbles but he's smiling. Dr. Ravins cleans up the gel and talks to us some more.
"You should feel kicking within the next few weeks. Don't freak out. It's perfectly natural. You might not even notice it at first, it just feels like butterflies."
"What's the latest time?" I ask.
"About 27-30 weeks. If she isn't kicking by the 31st week, come back but again don't freak out. All babies are different."
We nod and she gives us some papers and sends us off.
"This was a good day," I say smiling at Peeta as we exit the hospital.
"Yeah, it was," he grins placing his hand on my stomach. "I guess you were right about little Willow."
"Damn straight I was right," I say and he laughs.
We walk into Victor's Village and see Haymitch sitting on his porch reading the newspaper.
"HEY GRANDPA, IT'S A GIRL!" I yell at him.
"I KNEW IT!" He yells back.
"Even Haymitch thought it was a girl? I feel so out," Peeta mumbles.
"Hey, on the bright side you wanted a girl."
"Yeah," he smiles.
We walk in the house and collapse on the couch. Peeta turns the TV on and I see us on the screen.
"Katniss Everdeen- Er Mellark, is expecting a baby mockingjay! Sources say she is about four months in, so we should expect a star crossed lovers baby in just a few months!" Says the reporter.
"What the hell!" I say jumping off the couch "How did they find out? Who are these sources? They better not expect to ever have a picture- or even the name! Of my baby girl."
"Katniss, don't get yourself worked up, you'll stress out the baby," Peeta says placing his hands on my shoulders.
"How can I not get myself worked up? It's been two years, this is none of their business, she's our baby and they can't just expect us to welcome them with open arms and let them touch her!"
"Katniss, they are just saying your pregnant. Nobody you don't want is coming here, and they aren't going to touch her."
"How can you say that? You can't promise me that. They'll come, I know they'll come. That's the way they work. Even a war can't get them to stay out of our life's!"
"Hey, I know how you feel. But they can't do anything unless we tell them they can. We live in free country now. They can knock on our door for hours but they can't come in unless we tell them they can."
"Promise?" I ask, on the verge of tears.
"I promise," he says kissing my forehead. -
Really Real, Chapter 1
When I wake, I am in a cold, dark cell.
My first thought is;Where the hell am I?
My second thought is; it stinks in here
My third thought is; My stomach hurts, really bad.
My fourth thought is, Who is here with me?
I look around the room, sensing the presence of another. I find two sleeping women, one who I instantly identify as Johanna Mason. What is she doing here? What am I doing here? And who is the other chick? I look closer at the other woman, and finally realize that she is Annie Cresta, the crazy girl that Finnick Odair secretly loves. I try to stand up but the pain in my stomach is unbearable.
The baby, I think suddenly. Surely she couldn't of made it through this. Or if she did, she will die if I don't get a doctor, soon. After about two minutes of my sobbing over my unborn child and groaning at the pain, Johanna wakes up.
"Where the f--- am I? And what is wrong with you Brainless?" She asks, her eyes surprisingly growing concern.
"The baby," I get out.
"Baby? What baby? I thought that was a lie!" She exclaims coming over to me.
"No," I whisper. A second later a nice (er) guard comes in and escorts me to a white room with no windows. He sets me down in a chair and tells me to wait. A young woman in a white coat comes in. I clutch my stomach as the pain worsens.
"What seems to be the matter?" she asks annoyingly sweetly.
"My baby is DYING!" I snap at her.
"Oh, don't worry, she'll be fine with this," she says giving me a injection of something.
"What the hell is that?" I exclaim.
"Just the medicine you need honey, don't worry. Nothing we give you is going to hurt you. Right now anyway. The president wants your baby alive. Ever since he found out it was real."
"What?" I ask getting angry.
"I'll let you have this conversation with him," she says practically dragging me to another room.
/E/V/I/L/
"Miss Everdeen! Or is it Mrs. Mellark now? Can't tell anymore what are lies and what are truth. You think you finally can tell when Peeta is lying then you find out it wasn't a lie! Have a seat! Congratulations on the baby by the way," says the wicked president.
I slowly and shakily take a seat. "Good afternoon President Snow, sir."
He smiles at me evilly. I can smell the awful stench of poison and roses. I can see the blood on his lips. What does he do, drink blood? Is that red stuff in his glass not wine? Who's blood is it? The dead tributes? Families of victor's who didn't play the game right? His own? I shake the thoughts away. Obviously, the president can not be just drinking blood. Right?
"So, Miss Everdeen, how far along are you?"
"I have not a clue," I say honestly. Maybe four months? Depends how long I have been here.
"Well, I might as well just get to it. We need you to behave. We need you to go on camera and speak against District 13. Convince them that you are part of the Capitol now."
"District 13, sir?"
"Oh, so you don't know? District 13 is alive and well. And has started a rebellion. Apparently they have been secretly underground for many years. They were just waiting for something to happen. A spark. You Miss Everdeen, made that spark. And that baby of yours, lite the fire. Now you need to put the fire out."
"Where is Peeta?" I ask.
"In District 13 of course. Johanna, Annie, Emborina and you were the only tributes captured. Everyone else made the trip safe to 13."
I breath a sigh of relief. "So, he is okay?" I ask.
"Yes, he is. You are safe too, as long as you do exactly as I say, and behave like a good girl."
"And if I don't?"
"Then," he starts, getting up from his chair and going to the door. "Your unborn child will never see the light of day." -
Really Real, Chapter 2
The guards throw me back in the cell and lock it. I luckily fall on my hands and not my stomach.
"I kinda thought you'd be more gentle with me. You know. Just cause I'm pregnant," I half yell.
Johanna and and now awake Annie look up at me in surprise.
"Okay, spill it Brainless," says Johanna. "What's the story with the baby?"
"Okay, well Peeta and I.. You know. And I found out like two days before the games. I didn't tell him 'cause I didn't want him to have another reason to feel he needed to protect me. So the interviews happens and he actually isn't lying, he just don't know it."
"So, you never told him? Not even the night of the interviews?" Asks Annie quietly.
"No," I mumble, filled with regret. I should have told him, he has a right to know. Then again, if I had told him he could be dead by now.
"So, is it okay?" Questions Johanna.
"For now," I mutter. "If I don't "be a good girl," then Snow swore she wouldn't live to see the light of day."
"That's messed up," says Johanna.
"Yeah, it is," I say laying down on the cold cell floor. "But that's life."
/R/E/A/L/
I spend all night thinking about Peeta and I's baby and about how Peeta is doing. In the morning a guard comes and takes Johanna and Annie crawls in the corner and cries. I don't understand what's going on until I hear Johanna's screams. When they bring her back, she is wet but she still has determination in her eyes.
A little while later another guard comes and tells me to follow him. I worry about where he is taking me. I don't think the baby could survive a beating, she's already been through so much. But he takes me up many flights of stairs until we are in a TV studio. A bunch of what I assume to be stylists come up and start to beautify me. As they are doing that Ceaser comes up to me looking pity filled and fills me in on what we are going to do and how I need to answer the questions. When the stylists finish they send me out on stage.
/K/A/T/
Peeta P.O.V
I've been in Thirteen for a few weeks now, every day that passes without Katniss is worse then the day before. I am in command when Katniss' first interview comes on.
"Welcome ladies and gentlemen!" Ceaser's voice booms through the television. "Today we have a very special guest. Please welcome the co-victor of the 74th Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen-Mellark!"
Katniss comes on stage looking beautiful in flowing green dress. I expect her to look awful and thin but she looks fine and actully looks kinda fat if I dare say. That's strange...
"So, Katniss, I never expected to see you again," says Ceaser. "Me nethier Ceaser! I guess the odds were just in my favor!" She giggles.
What the hell? Katniss never giggles. Something is up.
"Well I am glad they were! I'm so happy to see you again. May I say you look gorgeous? How is your pregnancey going? I see you've gotton a baby bump!"
I roll my eyes. Are they still playing that angle?
"Oh yes Ceaser.. She and I are doing just fine," Katniss says quietly, her eyes elsewhere. [i]Well, I'm glad to hear it! And she? Isn't it too early to tell?"
"I reckon mothers sorta can just tell. I mean, I'm not sure but I'm almost postive she'll be a girl.
What is with her? She has gotton really good at acting, she seems so serious. She isn't really pregnant.. Right? Of course she isn't. I told that lie. She would have told me if...
'Oh that's beautiful," says Ceaser. "Now, we're running out of time, is there anything you would like to say to Peeta if he is watching?" "Oh yes Ceaser, thank you." She turns to the camera, her eyes very serious. "Peeta, if you are watching, I love you. And remember, EVERYTHING is REAL."
I start tearing up. She never told me she loved me. And I know that wasn't for the cameras. Everything is real... The way she said it...
Oh my God.
She's really pregnant.
And she is being held hostage in the Capitol.
That's why she is acting so weird.
Snow has threatened to kill my unborn child. -
Maybe It Is Real, Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. I'm just a obsessive 13 year old fan.
It was all for the Games, Peeta says. How you acted.
Not all of it, I say, tightly holding onto my flowers.
Then how much? No, forget that. I guess the real question is whats going to be left when we get home? he says.
I dont know. The closer we get to District Twelve, the more confused I get, I say. He waits, for further explanation, but nones forthcoming.
Well, let me know when you work it out, he says, and the pain in his voice is palpable.
/g/i/r/l/o/n/f/i/r/e
"Peeta wait!" I say as he turns back to the train. He stops and turns slowly.
"What?" he asks bitterly.
"I.. I don't know," I mumble. "Just don't go. I don't want it-whatever it is-to end." He stares into my eyes for awhile. Effie yells at us that it's time to get back on the train.
I drop my gaze and start walking slowly towards the train, trying to hold back the tears. I don't know how I feel about Peeta. I just know I want him with me.. Always. I feel his hand brush against mind and I look up at him. He gives me a small smile.
I have no idea what is going on.
We get back on the train and I go straight got my compartment. I colapse onto the bed and and let the tears fall. Why does everything always happen to me? My father dies, my mother dies inside, I have to grow up and raise Prim, I have to go in the Hunger Games, I have to pretend I love Peeta, I have to fall in love with Peeta.
Wait, what? Fall in love?
Maybe. But it doesn't matter right now. I don't know what is going on. Does he hate me? Will he ever speak to me? What was with the smile and the brush of our hands after the argument? Does that mean he still loves me, no matter what?
I wish I knew more about this stuff. But I never really payed attention to boys and such now I know nothing about it. The only boy I was ever close to was Gale, and I've never been romantically connected to him.
I don't understand what Peeta is thinking. His actions were so strange. I can't figure it out. We'll be arriving home soon, so I give up trying to figure it out. I get up and wash the tears and smeared makeup off my face in the bathroom. I reapply some simple makeup, the way Cinna taught me. It's just District 12, so i don't need it 'perfect'. I put on a green tank top and a blue see through shirt over it. I put on some jeans and a pair of combat boots. I leave my hair down, something I've started doing since my weeks after the Hunger Games.
Today I see my sister for the first time in months.
I glance in the mirror one last time then take a deep breath and exit my compartment. I go to the empty living room and sprawl out on the couch. I flip through channels, but all I find are stupid Capitol dramas and stuff about Peeta and I. I finally settle on a channel that shows District 12 preparing for our arrival. I see the whole town at the train station, trying to make everything perfect. They worked hard at our homecoming I can see, but it's District 12 so it still looks painfully grey.
I see my sister and mother in the midst of the decorations. They are both grinning from ear to ear. Funny, I have barely seen Mama smile since Dad died, I think to myself. A reporter goes up to my little sister and starts bugging her with questions.
"Hello Primrose! Are you excited to see your sister home again today?" The reporter asks. "Yes!" Replies my sister full heartedly. "I'm so excited and proud to see my big sister. She's the bravest person I know!" I scoff at her. Of all the people she knows, I'm the bravest? That's sad. I only won the Hunger Games, it's not all that hard, you just have to be able to kill a bunch of people. And have nightmares of them every night. About singing Rue to.. Sleep.
"She's right you know," comes a voice behind me. I instantly know it's Peeta but I turn around anyway. " 'Bout what?" I ask him. I'm surprised by how easy this conversation is after what happened earlier.
"You being the bravest person." I roll my eyes. "You were right there with me. Your pretty brave yourself."
"All I did was lay there dying," He mutters.
"That's not true. You helped me alot and went through a very painful infection. I couldn't of done it."
"Sure you could have. And you bravely went to the cornucopia and risked your life for me. Why did you do that?" Peeta asks. I shrug. "Come on Katniss. If we want to get along with each other, we need to be honest with each other."
"I.. Just didn't want you to die. I knew I couldn't.. Go on. Without you," I stutter.
"So, it wasn't all fake," he says grinning at me.
"Huh?"
"You have feelings for me," he says getting off the couch.
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
"Don't try to deny it Katniss. You'll just make it harder on yourself," he states walking away.
Everytime that boy walks away from me he leaves me feeling confused.
/WOW, that was hard yet easy. I don't like it. But I hope it gets better by the second chapter. Thoughts? I've been working on this since December 9th (2015) so it would be lovely to know what you think. The romance will come soon. I made them both a little bit OOC, Peeta is very straightfoward and Katniss is very lost and in love and doesn't know it. I usually write Katniss OOC though. Check out my other story, Together! Which is the squeal to Catching The Girl on Fire, but that is basically my first fanfic and it sucks for most the chapters. I don't think you have to read CTGOF to understand Together. But it wouldn't hurt. Together is my main focus right now but I am also writing and putting out a bunch of other stories right now. Broken Pieces and Final Wishes are pretty much abandoned and I don't know about Like Father Like Daughter. We'll see. I'm working on one called Really Real right now. I would love new story suggestions, I will try to do them.
Thanks for reading! Hope I didn't scare you off with the first chapter or the A/N, Like I usually do./ -
Maybe It Is Real, Chapter 2
/Thank you guys for the reviews! I was feeling really self conscious about this and I wasn't sure I would continue. But you guys give me faith :)
I've never really written like during the books, I mostly just did end of Mockingjay before epilogue. So for me this is a really hard switch and I'm feeling super wrong about every word I write. So, I hope it is okay. I'm only a child XD (I say that to get away with everything it seems) And, I only learned what fanfiction WAS a few months ago. And when I learned about it, I was like NO WAY THE HUNGER GAMES NEVER ENDS YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
Okay just ignore that. I bring you, chapter 2/
I stand by the door of the train. We arrive in District 12 in exactly two minutes. We'll exit this God awful train into the crowd of people in the square. Will they be upset with us for killing all of those people? Will they be happy because we came home?
Questions run through my mind. I take a deep breath and straighten out my shirt, even though it already looks fine. Peeta comes up to me a moment later. He seems more nervous then I am, if that is even possible. He flashes a small nervous smile at me and I smile back.
The train starts to slow down and I can actually hear people screaming out our names. Is this really District 12?
Peeta slowly takes my hand as the train doors open, revealing District 12. I can't believe how much I missed my grey little home. As Peeta and I step out of the train, their screams get louder. I look around the town at all of the people there. Everyone is there.. Expect for Gale. That's strange. I wouldn't think my best friend would miss my homecoming.
The cameras flash, blacking our vision slightly, but I'm used to it by now.
I forget all of that when I see my sister. Her amazingly light blonde hair in two braids. Her prettiest little dress. Her beautiful smile. Her blue eyes looking straight at my grey.
As soon as the peacekeepers allow it, she runs towards me almost knocking me down. I catch her hug and bend down to her height.
"Hey little duck," I whisper in her ear.
"You came home Katniss," she cries into my shoulder.
"I know honey. I told you I would."
"I knew you would.. I just... I love you."
"I love you too Primmy."
/S/A/F/E/A/N/D/S/O/U/N/D
"And this, Katniss, is your new house!" Effie practically shrieks. I look up from the road I was walking on with Peeta, my mother and Prim, to the giant house in front of me. Is this even a house? It's so big. What do you do with so much space?
"I don't need a house that big," I say out loud. Effie starts laughing and takes my hand to guide me in the house. I feel her makeup and skin dye rubbing off on me and it is disgusting. As soon as she allows it, I break free from it.
We enter the very large house with something Effie calls a key. We first go in a large room with a large couch and a large TV and large chairs... You'd think I would be used to everything being large after my stay in the Capitol, but knowing it's all mine forever... It's very different.
"Well, you three just show yourselfaround! I have to go take Peeta to his new house. Come along dear," she says waving to Peeta. "Good luck," I mouth to him and he grins.
I turn back to my sister and Prim and find them staring at me. "What?" I ask defensively. Prim jumps right to the punch. "You two are soooooooooooo so, so, cute!" she shrieks hugging me. "Uhhh thanks..." I say, not knowing what else to say.
"Don't be shy about it Katniss! Everyone knows you love him!" I look up to find my mother is gone. s---. I'm stuck to reply.
"Love?" I ask softly. "Yes love Katniss! Honestly, never thought I'd see the day. But I'm so happy you found love! Your so happy!"
"I am?" I ask, meaning about me being and love and being happy. Happy? I don't feel much different then I usually do. Which isn't happy.
"Well, not like 24/7 happy like me, but when ever Peeta is around you look like you could be jumping up and down," she says.
"Your crazy little duck," I say ruffling her hair and walking around the house.
"So are you, love crazy," she grins.
"Yeah sure," I say moving on. Where did Mom go?
Prim sighs and walks along with me looking at the large kitchen. We see so much more space and rooms on the first floor that I have no clue what to with. Every family in the Seam could live comfortably together here. Why should
just the three of us have it? And Haymitch and Peeta, they live alone. This is crazy.
Prim skips over to the stairs and waits for me to get there. I must have to walk a mile from the kitchen to the stairs.
We start taking the stairs one by one until we get to the top.
First I see many, many doors. Prim rushes through all of them in less then five minutes. They have beds and machines in them, all kinds of stuff.
I tell Prim to pick out a room to sleep in and I go in search of my mother. I find her in the backyard admiring the little garden.
"Hi," I say. She turns, startled.
"I didn't see you there."
I offer her a small smile which she returns. This is the first time we have spoken a word since I arrived home a hour ago. She hugged me at the train station but it was... Awkward.
"Congratulations on winning the games," she says.
"Thanks."
She turns back to the garden.
"I expected you to win... Just not with the other one."
"The other one? Peeta?" I ask.
"Yes, Peeta. He is a interesting boy."
"He is very interesting," I agree. "Do you have a problem with him?"
She looks back up at me. "Oh, no, not at all! I just... Wonder if you have a problem with him."
"Why would I have a problem with Peeta? He is very nice, and hard not to like."
"I know Katniss. But I also know you," she says walking back into the house.
What?
/I hate writing Prim so... Young. I was 12 not long ago and I was NOTHING like that. So small and innocent.. But that's how she is most written so...
Thank you guys so much for reading! Leave a review! (?) :)
- Reagan/ -
Really Real, 3
"Fantastic job Miss Everdeen," President Snow says walking around me. "I loved the... Realness of it."
"Well, since it is real, it's hard not to be like that," I say.
"Yes, I suppose so. It was a good performance, your best. Peeta wasn't even there to help you and you did fine. Expect for that last part... It was a little desperate, don't you think?"
"Desperate, sir?"
"Oh, you know, the rushed I love you and the everything is real," he says mimicking me. "Well, Caesar said we were running out of time, so-"
"That's not what I mean and you know it," Snow barks. "The baker boy shouldn't know the truth. He shouldn't know you love him either. He needs to be weak. Knowing that you are alive and well and pregnant, that will just give him more power to go on."
"Sorry about that," I mutter.
Snow sighs and sits down. "You did alright. But you better do better next time. Or the child won't be along much longer."
"Yes sir," I mutter.
"Sara, take her back," he waves to a doctor. She comes over and grabs my arm.
We walk down the stairs to the cell, and when we get to a dark corner, she whispers in my ear; "Thirteen will come someday. You don't need to worry about Peeta, he'll be fine. Just think about your performance, for the sake of your baby."
She keeps walking like nothing happened. Thirteen is coming? How does she know? And why would she help me, she works for Snow doesn't she?
Or maybe she doesn't. Maybe there is a rescue plan. Maybe Annie and Johanna know more then they say.
/R/E/A/L/
Peeta P.O.V
"Boy, you really knocked her up?" Haymitch yells at me.
We're in a compartment that Haymitch and I share. I guess they didn't want anyone else to suffer living with the old man. I guess he ain't that bad. But right now it's pretty sucky to have a old man yelling at you for getting a 17 year old girl pregnant, and he isn't even her father.
I'd hate to have this conversation with her father.
Instantly after the interview, Coin told us to leave, that she needed some time to think.
"Yeah, I guess so," I say hiding my face in the bed.
"You guess so? Why didn't you tell me you weren't lying?"
"I didn't know!"
"You didn't know? If you didn't know, then how did you tell the whole world she was pregnant?"
"I thought I was lying... She didn't tell me nothing. Remember she was throwing up all the time? I got the idea from that..."
Katniss had been acting strange and getting sick all the time during a few days before the interviews. She shrugged it off as food poisoning or something.
"Well, this is a s---ty mess," he says running his fingers through his messy blonde hair.
"Your telling me," I say.
"At least I didn't knock her up!"
"That's good! I'd have to kick your ass then."
"Like you could do it. You'd be out cold on the floor if you tried."
"Whatever," I mumble. This isn't how it's supposed to be. It's supposed to be years from now, and the capitol wouldn't be around. Katniss would tell me she was pregnant and we would be together and happy. Not freaking out over if the baby or Katniss will survive another day.
"I'm sorry kid," Haymitch sighs. "This must be awful."
"It is," I agree.
"We'll get through it. Snow won't win. Katniss and the baby will be fine."
"I hope your right," I sigh. -
Maybe It Is Real, 3
/A little shorter then most, but I found it a good place to stop. Happy New Year!/
I lay on the bed of my new room. It's all mine. It's bigger then our whole old house. The bed is very large itself. It has satin sheets and pillows, carefully sewn quilts, soft mattress. It's perfect. But I don't like it. I miss the old worn out blue sheets from home. I miss the roughly sewn quilt. The mattress like cardboard. Smaller then this, yet I shared it with Prim. Now she has her own bed down the hall, and she couldn't be happier. She loves the new house.
I thought briefly over going back to our old shack, but I couldn't do that to her. This is so nice. It has everything you could ever dream. But it's not home.
I'll get over it. Someday this place will feel like a home. I hope.
I move off the bed and go over to the window. I have a nice view of Peeta's house, I think I can even see his room. I miss him, I've gotten used to spending every day with him in the arena. Spending nights curled up with him in the sleeping bag, him kissing me, him just-
I need to stop thinking about that. It's over. I sigh and turn my gaze to the sunset. It's almost dark, and we'll all be going to sleep. Maybe not me, the nightmares might come. Maybe since we're out of the capitol, they won't happen.
I take one last glance at Peeta's house, and I see his light turn out. I close my curtains and head to bed.
What did my mother mean when she said that about Peeta and I? She acts like she doesn't like Peeta, then she says that he is nice, but she knows me. What about me? Does she think I'll screw up any chance of a relationship with him? Does she through the lies that happened on the screen?
She's probably right. Peeta and I would never make it in a relationship together, because of me. I'm incapable of love. I am a horrible human being, I'll never be able to have feelings for anyone besides Prim.
But I already have feelings for him, don't I? Prim is right, every time Peeta is around I'm happy. I just like his presence. He's a good friend... But I don't guess friends kiss each other, or say they loved them since they were five.
Five? Why? How in God's name would any boy be able to love me for so many years? Peeta Mellark is a strange boy, I know that for sure now. I always saw him as the nice boy out of his brothers, who got abused by his witch of a mother. Why didn't they move in with him?
Why did they pass down a great house, with their son that they are lucky he is still alive? He could have died in the arena. If that had been my child, I wouldn't let him out of my sight. Poor Peeta, he must feel so unloved. I won't let him feel that way. I won't let him stay alone in that house everyday likeHaymitch.
I will be a friend to Peeta Mellark, I will make sure he will never be lonely. Maybe my company isn't a first choice, but I'll be good enough. I'll cut back on hunting time, we don't need the meat anymore anyway. Gale is going to start work in the mines soon, he will only be able to hunt on Sundays. It's been so long since I've had to hunt alone, I don't really want that again.
I fall into the sheets of my bed and smile. Maybe this new life isn't ideal, but it will be okay. I'll make sure of it.
/Thanks for reading, sorry if it sucks, I try.
- Reagan/ -
/I almost didn't post today, because I was too lazy to upload the chapter to my docs. But I saw I can see my reviews again so I got excited XD.
I would like to thank my readers for actually reading my little story. It's basiclly my first dertermined fanfiction, where I feel I started off right. I have short chapters and pathedicness but you still read it. Extra thanks to Liz, a guest reviewer, who seems to review every chapter I post which means alot to me. Thank you :)
I'm going to write chapters to my other stories today, which I said I would yesterday but I was busy learning some stuff on guitar and crocheting./
Chapter 9
I pick up the ringing phone. "Hello?" I mumble half asleep.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Asks the voice of my mother.
"Tell you? Tell you what?" I ask.
"Tell me that your four months pregnant!"
"OH! Tell you that.." I mutter. Peeta rolls over and looks at me questionably but I wave him off.
"Goodness Katniss, I can't believe you didn't tell me I'm going to be a Grandmother!"
"Well, considering you haven't talked to me since we were in District 4 last year..."
"Well, I'm sorry for that Katniss. I figured you wouldn't want to talk to me."
"Well I did..." I mumble.
"Okay, enough of that. Did you find out the gender? How long have you known? Have you picked out names? Have-"
"Woah Mom, slow down... Yes we found out the gender, it's a girl. We've known for about two months. And her name is Willow Rose Mellark." I say proudly.
"You kept the tradition... And Rose...After.." She says tearing up.
"Yeah, after Prim." I say.
"Well... I'm proud of you Katniss. I always have been."
"Really?" I ask, tearing up myself.
"Yes, of course. You're my daughter and I love you. I know I haven't been much of a mother. I know you'll make a great one though."
"Thanks Mom... I love you too," I mumble.
"I'll talk to you later sweetie, keep me updated."
"Bye Mom." I say hanging up.
"What'd she want?" Asks Peeta.
"Wanted to know why I didn't tell her I was pregnant."
"Oh.. We forgot.."
"No, I thought about it, but I decided against it. Hadn't spoken to her in year."
"I guess the only person we told was Haymitch and the doctors," Peeta laughs. "And now the whole world knows because of my clearly pregnant self."
"It's fine Kitten. They would have found out eventually, after she was born. The cameras come around here pretty often and they would have noticed us carrying around a kid."
"I guess so," I say.
"Well, it's Sunday so I'm not working today. What do you want to do?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Let's catch up on some sleep," I say snuggling back up to him.
"Okay," he says placing his hand on my stomach.
I'm about to fall asleep when I feel something weird in my stomach.
She's kicking.
My baby is kicking.
It feels so weird, yet so..Comforting.
"Peeta!" I shake him.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Willow is kicking." His eyes widen and I guide his hand to where she is kicking now.
"Wow," he whispers.
"Week 19. Amazing," I note.
"Yeah. Amazing," Peeta echoes.
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