The One That Got Away
Katniss POV
I wake up screaming. I hear feet running up the stairs. Peeta runs in. "Katiss it's ok. I'm here. We are all safe nothing is going to happen to us." Peeta is too good to me. We sit like that, his arms around me sitting on the bed, while he whispers sweet nothing in my ear for who knows how long. He leads me down stairs and sits me down at the table. A yummy breakfast is lying on the table. After District 12 was destroyed, the people who survived came back and we rebuilt the whole district. Peeta owns a bakery, and I hunt, trade, and stay at home. Except I've mostly been at home for the past few weeks. My stomach has been queasy. I think it's just the memories that come back. We finish breakfast and Peeta gets up, clears the dishes, and says he has to go to work. Kissing me as he walks out, Peeta says," Call me if you need something,".
20 minutes later...
I suddenly feel like puking. I run to the toilet and vomit my whole breakfast out. I am still barfing, even though I know my stomach is empty. I am hit with an urge to sleep. I walk to the bed, and the second I hit the pillow, I'm out.
12:00 pm
"Katniss, I'm home for lunch! Katniss?" Peeta says. " In bed" I say, flatly. "You ok?" He says. " Ya, I think I just didn't get enough sleep last night" He nods and undresses to get in the shower. 2 minutes later he walks back out and says," Hon, why didn't you tell me you didn't feel well. ?" For a second I'm confused. Then I remember puking and forgetting to clean it up. Oops, I wasn't planning on telling him. He worries to much. He probably wouldn't go to work for weeks after. "Um.. I feel fine?" I say knowing he isn't going to fall for it. I mean, come on, I wouldn't fall for it! And I'm the one lying! He sighs," We are going to the doctor tomorrow morning! No buts, ifs, or whining!" " Fine" I reply.
11:00 the next morning
I puked again. I'm sick of it. It goes on for an hour. We make our way to the doctors office, which is a 10 min walk. We arrive right on time. "Mrs. Mellark? Follow me, down the hall, to the left, room 11" the receptionist directs. I walk in to the doctor all ready sitting there. "Have a seat. Alright I'm going to run some tests, is that alright?" She says. I want to run, I might faint. I hate needles. I've had a huge phobia since the Capitol. Peeta squeezes my hand and says" Can we have a moment alone please?" " Of Course!" She replies. " I need to grab my things anyway." She walks out of the room. I know Peeta is talking, but I can't hear him. I'm thinking to deeply. I sigh I have to get over this. I'm safe. Peeta won't let them hurt me. She walks back in and takes blood. It's killing pain. But maybe I think that cuz I'm terrified of it. She says that she will be right back, she is going to look and see if there's anything wrong. I sit in Peeta's lap as we wait. 10 minuets later she walks in. "Congrats! Your having a baby!" I sit in shock not knowing if I'm dreaming or what. Peeta on the other hand is beyond thrilled! He starts crying, he's so happy. Then I cry, not cuz I'm happy because I'm completely horrified! Thoughts race through my head. What if they take it? What if it gets hurt? What if they hurt it or kill it? At that thought I am crying Niagara Falls.