"Don't go near me your a mutt! A stinking mutt!" Peeta is screaming at me. "No. I am not." I say calmly. Then Peeta starts changing.
He is turning into a mutt himself. He picks up a knife and stabs me in the stomach repeatedly, until I black out. Then he starts shaking me and I am
screaming. "Katniss! It's ok it was only a dream!" A dream. No, nightmare. I ut my hand to where Mutt-Peeta was stabing me in my dream.
Oh right. remeber what happened. I told him I was pregnant. "Shh, now go back to sleep." he says, stroking my hair. I obey, and fall asleep
in 29 minutes flat. I wake up, and it is about 8 in the morning. I smell pancakes and toast. Toast. Fire plus Bread equals toast. I walk down-
stairs. "Peeta?" I say. "Yeah?" "I have to tell you somthing." My voice trails off. "What is it? Ae you sick,or hurt, or something?" He looks worried.
"No. But," I can't say it, I'm too nervous. My voice is getting a squeaky like it does before I'm about to cry. "What is it? Katniss whats wrong?"
Peeta sounds like hes about to cry as well. "I-I-I'm..." "Your what?" just ask and I'll nod or shake my head because its to hard to say." I say.
"Your sick" Shake. "Your hurt?" Shake. "Give me some hints please!" Peeta asks. "Its an 8 letter word" I say. "Ummm..." "Ends in "T"" I hint. "8 letter
word that ends in "T"" Peeta mumbles. "Starts with "P"" I say. Peeta looks at me in horror. "Pregnant?" Nod. He sighs. And gets all sad. "Never knw it
would come so soon." Realization. Peeta doesn't want the baby. Then he walks up to me and whispers "Gotcha!" "What?" I ask. "You know I've been asking for 5 years
Kat. "Niss!" I say. I see some flour and throw it at him. He is covered in flour now. "Hey!" He says, and he walks toward the flour, but slips on some stray flour
and falls on top of me. "Whoa!" I say, as Peeta and I topple on to the floor. I stare into his blue eyes, and kiss him.
I feel that thing again. That thing I felt in the Quarter Quell and the 74th Hunger Games. Then I realize something.
"Peeta-" I start to say but he stops me with yet another kiss. "Peeta-" I say. Still kissing me. "Peeta!" I yell. This time he stops. "What?" he says laughing.
"We're not even married! Sure we're 22 but its the same thing as teen pregnancy!" I yell. Whoa. Color drained from Peetas face. "You need to stop watching Teen
Mom 2 and 3." he says. "But its true Peeta! I'm pregnant and we"re only dating!"