I wake up, screaming, from a nightmare.
"Katniss! Katniss! It's not a dream anymore," Peeta says, shaking me out of the horror of the nightmare. "What happened?"
I look at him, with tears in my eyes. My heart was pounding fast and I was breathing hard. I look around and I murmur, "Where am I?"
"Katniss, you're at our house. What happened in the dream?"
Slowly, it all came back to me. It's about 8 in the morning and I hear the sounds of the mocking jays singing in the woods. Other than that, it's dead silent.
I have to lie to him, I can't tell him yet. "I had a dream that you didn't make it in the Hunger Games and I was here, without you," I lie. I move closer to him and he wraps his muscular arms around me.
"It's all over and I made it out and so did you. All that matters is we are together and there will never be a Hunger Games as long as we live."
"Yeah, I know that, it's just you can't erase the memories of the Games. They will always be in my head, and yours, too. Plus how would we tell our children about the games? If we have any," I add quickly. I hope he didn't get the hint.
"Why would you want to erase the good memories?" Peeta says, not thinking about the children part.
"Not the good—" Peeta cuts me off by pulling me into a deep kiss. He traces my face with his finger. Starting at the cheek bone and following the jaw bone. I smile and kiss him back. He puts a strand of my hair behind my ear.
"Now get some sleep and I'll make breakfast and go into town today," Peeta kisses my forehead and gets up.
"Peeta, I have to tell you something," I sit up and he looks at me. I think it's time to tell him what I've been thinking about for a month now and I didn't want to wait another 8 months to let him find out himself. I'm surprised he hasn't figured out himself, with all the doctor's visits and all.
"Katniss, sleep, please."
"Peeta!"
"Katniss!" he looks at me. "It can wait a couple hours."
I lie back down and bring the blankets up to my chin. "I love you," I whisper to him.
He stops, but doesn't look back, "I love you, too."
My only thought was how to tell Peeta that I was pregnant.
I wake up I hear nothing, absolutely nothing. None of the mocking jays are singing. It's dead silent. I pull on some clothes and walk out.
"Peeta!" I yell.
No answer.
I walk down the hall to the kitchen and I see that the tea pot is hissing. "Peeta?" I yell again. Still, no answer.
I walk to the front door and I find it slightly ajar. I peer outside, but I find nothing.
Bang.
My head turns into the directing of the sound. It seems to come from our closet. "Peeta?" I murmur.
Suddenly arms wrap around me and I start screaming.
"Katniss," Peeta says laughing, "It's me."
"Peeta!" I shriek. "Why did you do that?"
"I wanted to see what you would do," he grins at me and I punch him in the arm. "Ow that hurt."
"You deserve it!" I raise my arm to give him a second punch but he blocks it and pulls me into his arms. I kiss his nose and turn toward the kitchen, but he pulls me in but the arm and kisses me, hard, similar to the kiss earlier.
"I made breakfast not that long ago but it might get cold," we walk into the kitchen and I see eggs, ham, rolls, and 4 glasses of orange juice.
"Peeta, this looks like it could feed 4 people," I really hope nobody is coming over. It would make it harder to tell Peeta that an alien is growing in my stomach.
"Yes, well Gale and Isadora are coming for breakfast. They are visiting from district 2 and they decided to stop by." Isadora was Gale's wife he met at his job.
"Peeta!"
"What, do you not want them over or something?" Peeta looks at me and I grab his hands.
"I had some news to tell you and it's important and I don't want to share it with a crowd," he let go of my hands and gets the table ready for the Hawthornes'.
"Katniss, whatever you have to say can be said with company," I sigh and agree.