Chase the Stars
A collection of Katniss Everdeen & Peeta Mellark one shots
by: Kumutasia
Author Note: Ahhh! It feels good to be back on , submitting stories! Some of you may remember me as xoStarshineBabyxo, but I've since changed my pen-name to Kumutasia. Most of my stories can be found in the Harry Potter, Gossip Girl and Twilight pages, but recently I've become obsessed with The Hunger Games, so here I am! I hope you enjoy my attempts here as much as people have enjoyed my stories in the other categories! Please don't hesitate to message me or leave reviews!
Chapter Summary: In the few months that have passed since finding out she is pregnant, Katniss and Peeta's world has changed ever so slightly. Accommodating a baby into their lives has been as a gradual change that they are excited to make. But they're not expecting the baby to kick so strongly...A little one-shot glance into Katniss & Peeta's life together
Disclaimer: Like most other things in life, I do not own the Hunger Games. One day, however, I will be the author of an awesome book which people will want to write fan fictions of :)
For a moment, she is silent. Her breathing has slowed. And it seems the worst of it is over. I hold her tightly in my arms, wiling the ghosts that haunt her dreams to leave her alone.
Suddenly, her eyes open with a start and they fill with surprise and perhaps fear. The look of peace that flooded her face just a moment ago has melted into a grimace. I shoot up in bed, looking down at my wife, wishing I could find the source of her pain and get rid of it.
"What? What is it? Katniss," I say, trying not to show the panic in my voice.
She props herself up on the bed, tilting her head in my direction. The look of pain is no longer there, rather she seems confused and maybe even amused. I calm down a little, but still I pull her closer to me, wanting to protect her from the demons that chase her. I silently wish that I could go back in time, to before the reaping, to find a way to keep her away from all the evil that she has seen at the hand of the Capitol.
"Peeta," her voice rings out in the darkness, a slight giggle is built behind it, "The baby," I hear her say, placing her hand on her slightly protruding belly, "It kicked. And I felt it! For the first time!"
Relief floods my body and I relax, loosening my grip on her. The look on her face was not because of her nightmares. It was built on the surprise of feeling the tiny child, our tiny child, moving inside of her. I place my hand next to hers on her belly, but the baby has stopped moving and rests calmly in it's mother's womb. I sigh, releasing a the strange mixture of sadness and relief from my system.
She notices that pout that has formed on my face and bites her lip, her features contorting, she is now concerned. I look away from her, and immediately she knows that somethings wrong.
"What's wrong?" she asks gently, her arm looping through mine. I feel her other hand, warm against my cheek, she is coaxing me to look at her, so I do.
I shake my head, trying to rid the frown from my face. She begins to speak again, asking if the nightmares are bothering me. I drop down forcefully onto the bed that we share, lying on my back, staring at the dark ceiling. Her face appears above my own and she is frowning at me. I know she is afraid that she has lost me again, she is just checking to see if the man behind my eyes is me or the harmful, Capitol mutt. I blink, offering her a smile, to show her that it is really me. She looks pleased.
"What's wrong?" she asks again, her face directly above mine. She's almost sitting on top of me, pinning me down so that I can't move until I answer her question.
I sigh and look at her, "It doesn't like me," I say, pouting.
"What doesn't like you?" she asks, confused, now she is sitting on top of me. Even with the added weight of a child, she is still small and light as a feather. She doesn't hurt me at all.
I sit up a bit, and she slides down my body, fitting perfectly into my lap. "The baby. It doesn't like me," I sigh and now she looks more confused. "It stopped kicking when I touched it. It hates me," I explain further.
Now it is her turn to look relieved. She slides off my lap, slapping my arm, "You're an idiot, Peeta."
I watch as walks out of the room and listen for her footsteps on the stairs. In a moment she is in the kitchen and I can hear her banging around, looking for the teapot probably. Moments later, she is back in the room, but instead of a cup of tea, she has a bowl of vanilla pudding and a bar of chocolate, which she seems to be using as a spoon.
She props herself on the bed next to me, pulling her knees to her chest, devouring her midnight snack. She holds the bowl out to me, offering me a bite, I shake my head and continue to watch her eat. When she has licked the bowl clean, she places it on the table beside our bed and licks her fingers. Satisfied, she finally lays on the bed, finding a comfortable spot. She pulls me down with her, burying her head in my chest
I kiss her on the head and laugh, "So, sweetheart. If you married an idiot, what does that make you?"
"Shut up, Peeta."
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