A/N: Here's the sequel to Things Can Be Good Again. Yeah! I know have an AWESOME Beta, HopeNeverDies, so check her out sometime :D Ok, I'll let you get to the prologue now.
I sit on my bed, knowing what we're supposed to do. Everyone who was staying at my house has moved into a different house in Victor's Village for the night. Peeta was going to come into my, our room any minute now.
"Good evening, Mrs. Mellark," a soft voice says from the doorway. I am married. I am married to Peeta Mellark. Nothing could ever make me doubt my feelings. Peeta is mine. I am his. Peeta and Katniss, Katniss and Peeta. Peeta and Katniss Mellark. The words sound so good in my mind I have the urge to say them out loud.
"Peeta and Katniss Mellark," I whisper as Peeta crawls into the bed next to me. I press my lips to his, and quickly slide my tongue in his mouth, finally doing what I wanted to do when we kissed at the wedding.
Peeta leans me against the headboard, and continues kissing me. My hands flit at his shirt, wanting to rip it off, but I know what would happen if I acted on my wants. And I'm still not sure I want a child.
"Katniss," Peeta says against my lips, sensing my hesitation. He releases himself from me, and sits us up against the headboard.
"Katniss, I know that you don't want kids. You know that I want them. We both want each other. And if we have sex, you know that you could get pregnant. You could have a baby," he tells me, his keeping most of the plead out of his voice.
Pregnant. A baby. My baby. Peeta's baby. Our baby. Luke. He could have a life. But how can I give him a life, knowing he'd get hurt?
"You know I want you, so, so badly, but a baby? How could we do that, knowing that it'll get hurt? Even if nothing like the Hunger Games never happens again, he could still break his head, or get heartbroken," I say. "And what if I lose him? What if I have a miscarriage? I couldn't live with myself knowing that I killed my own child…" and with that the tears I've been holding back come dribbling down my face. Peeta holds me in his chest.
"You won't lose it. I know you won't. You're so strong Katniss, and you could easily protect our baby. You saw how happy Annie was when she had Finn. I still remember the bad times too. Like when Finn started crying and Annie couldn't figure out what was wrong. But Tereska helped, do you remember that? People will help us too. And," Peeta says, his voice turning into a low growl. I recognize that voice. He is about to make a promise that he would sacrifice his own life to keep. "You won't have to go through this being a single mother. That baby will have its father for its whole life. I'm never going to go anywhere Katniss. Our baby, our Luke, will have both of us."
Closing my eyes, I take in the full force of his words. Yes, my baby will have help and support. Yes, I want a baby. Yes, my baby will have its mother and father to take care of it. No, hell no, do I ever want to let this baby into the world where it will get hurt.
Sensing my thoughts, Peeta leans his lips into my ear. "The baby will get hurt, Katniss. But you and I both know we can't stop that. But we can protect him in a way our parents couldn't. He will have enough to eat, he won't ever have to worry about his family dying in the mines, and he won't have to be killed in the hell that was the Hunger Games. He won't die, Katniss. Not until he's old and has had a wonderful life. But he needs the chance. He needs you."
My baby needs me. He needs me for a chance at life. After all the death I've seen, how could I deny anyone the chance of a lifetime? And how can I deny Peeta the chance to be a father?
So, before I can change my mind, I crush my lips down on Peeta's and with fumbling fingers, slide my hands to the bottom of his shirt. I rip it off, which forces our lips to part briefly, but I glue them together again the first second I can.
"Katniss, are you sure?" Peeta asks, his teeth grazing my ear. "I don't want you to feel forced into anything," he tells me, his voice brimming with honesty.
"I want you Peeta," I gasp, eager to go forward. "I want everything about you."
My hands trace the perfect planes of his chest, and before I know it, my world explodes in passion and beauty.
A/N: Haha, the first chapter will be up soon! Thank you sooooooo much for all the support with the first story, and I hope you like this one just as much!