"I'm katniss Everdeen; I live in district 12, with Peeta. I'm 8 months pregnant, and I'm being rushed to the hospital. I hope everything will be alright, I hope this time the odds are in my favor."
It's almost funny how life can go from being extremely happy to being extremely horrible in a matter of seconds. Yes, almost. Right now, I'm in an ambulance, rushing to the hospital. Peeta is here with me, holding my hand tight, his face looks serene, but I know him too well, I can see the worry in his eyes. I am also worried, I hate not knowing what's going to happen, I can just wish for the best, but I'm not feeling very positive right now. I have two paramedics around me, they are saying something, but my mind seems to be somewhere else, and I can't hear what they are saying.
The ride to the hospital seems to last forever, and my preoccupation worsens with every minute that goes by. I try to distract myself, there's not much I can do here, so I let my mind go back to the events of that day.
As usual, I woke up in Peeta's arms, and he had a smile on his face. Lately, he's been smiling more a lot, I feel like a teen in love when I see his smile, it makes me smile back, and feel butterflies in my stomach.
"Good morning katniss" he said before giving me a kiss on the forehead.
"Good morning" I replied, still a little sleepy.
"Good morning baby girl" he said placing a hand on my belly. He still had the hand there when the baby kicked; the look on his face was priceless.
Peeta got up and made breakfast. We ate quietly, the food was delicious. After we finished eating, Peeta asked me if I wanted to keep choosing baby names. After last night's discussion, I decided it was better to let the topic alone for a while. I was sure we´d find time to decide later.
I went back to the room and took a shower. When I finished, I went downstairs and found Peeta looking bored. I told him to go to the bakery for a while, but he refused. These last months he had gotten extremely overprotective. It annoys me so much, but now I'm glad he was at home, otherwise no one would have been there to call the ambulance.
"So, if you're not going to the bakery, what are you going to do all day?" I asked him while sitting on the couch, with this huge belly; I couldn't stand for too long.
"Well I'm not sure, I know trying to pick a name is not an option" he said with a teasing smile. I glared at him; my humor these days was getting really unpredictable.
His expression went serious again, and he asked "what do you want to do today?"
"I don't know… do you think maybe we could start the nursery?" I asked him, still a little annoyed.
His face lit up and he answered "of course! I´d love that! I could make some paintings in her walls!"
If only I had known by then…
Painting the nursery was really exhausting, we painted two walls in a soft pink, and the other two in white, so Peeta could use them as a canvas and make some paintings for our baby. Peeta made me wear some strange mask on my face so the smell of the paint wouldn't harm the baby. I meant it when I said he had become extremely overprotective.
We decided to take a small break. Well, I decided to take a break; Peeta was really inspired in one of his paintings. I began to feel hungry; I decided to take one of those cheese breads Peeta makes. They were in the highest cabinet of the kitchen, and I didn't want to interrupt Peeta while he painted, so I took a small ladder and climbed it to reach the bread. When I was coming down, I tripped in one of the steps, I fell to the floor, and the step hit me hard in the stomach.
I felt an extreme pain in my back and my belly, I tried to get on my feet but the pain was too strong, I tried one more time, and that's when I noticed the bleeding, it was increasing, as well as the pain.
I tried to breathe, it was very hard. I tried to call Peeta, but I couldn't speak. After a while trying I was able to call him, my scream must have been very frightening because he came downstairs in a second. He looked at me; saw the bleeding, and his face got really pale.
"K... katniss, what happened?" he asked while kneeling to take a closer look to me.
"I fell, it hurts a lot, please call an ambulance" I managed to say through the pain
My thoughts are interrupted when we arrive at the hospital, before I go insane with all this preoccupation, I start again:
"My name is Katniss Everdeen, I'm eight months pregnant. The ambulance has just arrived to the hospital, anything could happen right now. I hope my baby will be alright, I hope this time the odds are in my favor"