Hey everyone, this is my new book which starts off as an Everthorne but ends as an Everlark! Hope you enjoy and I'm posting this book as it is my birthday tomorrow! :)
Full Summary
On June the 12th Katniss Everdeen Hawthrone returned to her destroyed home in the midst of a robbery. Caught between choosing the lives of her family or friend, Katniss must decide who's really important. After a numerous amount of tragic events, the newly married, 24 year old is left looking after a girl who isn't hers while stuck in the aftermaths of heartbreak and trying to begin her own family. It's too bad her loving husband doesn't feel the same way. Although, an accidental meeting with a man in a deadly profession leaves her wondering if maybe meeting a new guy is a good thing. Everything will be perfect as long as no-one reveals their secrets, but of course you can't hide them forever...
Chapter 1: The text
Glancing at the box in my hands, I debate whether or not to try again, knowing that despite high hopes, I'll probably end up disappointed, like always. Looking up, I focus on the plain, white ceiling as I mentally finalize my decision. The heavy - and unsettling - snores of my husband remind me that this is supposed to be a joint decision, but it's not. He doesn't want, what I want but I still love him. He prefers being independent though, even when he's with me and from his lack of remorse every time I tell him the result, I know this is what he wants. But I have to try.
Lifting the sheet, I slide out of bed and make my way to the bathroom, which is on my side of the room, still clad in my pyjamas. I gently close it behind me even though it's pointless, he won't wake up. Before I can change my mind I open the box and take out the piece of plastic before following the instructions and leaving it for a few minutes. I then reach under the sink, into the cabinets and set up a watch for the designated time. As I await the results, I flush the toilet and wash my hands, my eyes never leaving the test.
Bouncing on my toes I impatiently wait for the few minutes to end and soon I thankfully hear the beep of the watch signalling my waiting has come to an end. Taking a deep breath I attempt to suppress my grin. This has to be it. Picking up the test - which is currently turned over - I exhale as I sway giddily. I turn the test over. Glancing down, I mentally pray that someone will listen and grant my wishes for a child. Just one, one will be enough.
Negative.
Its negative. I'm not pregnant. A bitter laugh escapes me as I throw the test at the wall in anger. Of course. This had to happen. I can't have the one thing I've wanted since I was 12. Pressing my palms to my head, I begin to tug on my hair as my laugh turns into sobs and I slide my back down the door until I'm sitting upright on the floor.
What's wrong with me? Furious with myself for acting so childish over a simple thing - which I know it isn't, at least not to me - I fiercely wipe away my remaining tears and force myself to get off the floor. Stay strong. Taking a deep breath I force a smile at my reflection even though it's clear I've been crying. Opening the cabinets above the sink, I push my hand through the assorted shaving creams and deodorant cans before I find purchase of my make up back. Quickly retracting my hand I apply concealer and eyeliner to disguise my tear stained face. I then grab a hairbrush and force it through my tangled hair, as I hold back a curse every time I feel a sharp pain shoot to my head. Grabbing my curling iron, I curl my dark brown hair before putting it in an up-do. Mildly satisfied with my appearance I wrap the test and box in an empty shopping bag to keep it hidden for the later disposal.
Unlocking the door I step back into our bedroom, still exhausted from my breakdown. Knowing I have to get ready for work, which starts at 8:45am I fix the clear errors to try to look presentable. Due to the long journey I had to wake up at 5am. Way to early in my opinion. It also doesn't help that I'm always awake half the night, why, I'm not sure.
Opening my closet I select my work uniform; a black skirt, white t-shirt and black blazer before getting changed. Looking in the mirror I begin to feel my confidence restoring itself. I'll heal. I'll get over it, I always do, because I have to.
Turning away I smile at my husband's sleeping form. I ponder whether or not I should wake him to let him know I was leaving, but knowing he would most likely be in too much of a sleepy, daze to remember I choose to let him sleep. I'll talk to him later. Resting my knee on the bed I lean forward and bend down to kiss him when a soft buzzing alerts me to his phone. He had just received a new message. Curious, I am helpless to prevent my eyes from wondering to the screen.
I miss you, baby. Call me, please?
Love You
-Madge
