The Mistakes We Make

Summary: What if Peeta makes the biggest mistake and betrays Katniss? A mistake that will test both Katniss and Peeta relationship and a test to see if they can ever be together again, really bad at summaries, this is my first fan fic ever so please be patient and kind with your constructive criticism, again first time I have ever written!

All rights to the Hunger Games belong to Suzanne Collins, who created this brilliant series.

Chapter 1:

"You do this everytime, EVERYTIME!" Peeta shouted as he crossed the room, pacing up and down the lounge room running his hand through his hair getting frustrated even more.

"I have said it before, I'm not ready Peeta, I'm not ready right now, yet you keep on pushing and pushing and pushing, how do you expect me to react to you? Huh? Of course I'm going to ignore you, what do you want me to say?" I sounded angry and yet so exhausted, mentally emotionally and physically. Time and time again we had gotten into this fight, it had started from time to time but lately Peeta had been pushing the subject of having children and I had explained myself so many times. I knew I shouldn't be scared anymore, Peeta had calmed me down in the past before, we were now both 25 and the Hunger Games had been over for over 5 years however there was always that fear that creeped into the back of mind that with just our luck, the Hunger Games would be re-established after I have my child and of course they would want the child of the two star crossed lovers in it, what better punishment would suit the two Victors.

"Kat I've told you before, there are no games, the games are over" he sighs as he gets up from his seat, he walks over to me and places his arms around to hold me and kisses my eyes, cheeks and then lips before cupping my face with his hands, his voice now calm, his blue eyes glistening, I can see this is taking a toll on him as much as me "I would never allow anyone, ANYONE to hurt you or our family if we had kids, the games have been over for years, we now live in a democratic society, there is peace Kat, why won't you believe me?"

It's hard for me to look at his pleading eyes, his hands still cupping my face, I feel half guilty as he is still in his baking clothes, half an hr from work and we are already fighting like this, this was not what I envisioned on my wedding day 5 years ago, I accepted for sickness and in health, till death do us part , for better and for worse but lately it had all been for worse. "Peeta, you don't understand, I just can't, I can't!" His hands leave my face and I've lost his warm touch. He walks across the lounge room and he is breathing in heavy again before turning around to me

"Is it so much to ask Kat? Really is it? I lost all my family in the bombings, all of them, is it really that selfish to ask for us to start having children? To leave behind a legacy, to teach them, to raise them, to love them?" I can hear the pleading in his voice as it strains, I can't and don't want to hear anymore, I'm so tired and exhausted I just want to stop the fighting "Peeta, can we just stop, please let's just stop, I'm so tired of fighting this issue with you, please" Finally he begins to hear my pleading and my straining, he looks at me for a long time before getting up and grabbing his jacket "WHERE ARE YOU GOING PEETA?!" I scream and plead, it's winter and snowing and dark outside, the last thing I want is to have him leave me and freeze in the cold.

"I'm going to the bakery tonight, I need some time to think ok, can you just let me have that at least?!" he leaves slamming the door as I hear his heavy feet leave our front porch. I stand there and quietly sob before sitting down on the couch. What was happening to us? I still didn't feel ready for kids and Peeta knew that, I knew I did want them but one day, however that one day was still far.

It's 10:13pm at night as I lie in bed and Peeta is still not home, we've had some bad fights in the past however this one was the fight of all fights in our marriage. It was so hard to sleep without my Peeta as I laid there twirling the pearl he gave me all those years ago, for our first anniversary he got it made into a necklace that I wore around my neck everyday to remind me of the hope I had, the hope Peeta gave me. It was at night when Peeta was with me that I felt safe and sound, his arms would snake around me and he would keep me close, my nightmares would stop, on a night like this I was scared. I had tried ringing his work phone but there was no answer, which worried me even more. Lying in bed I could see the frost on the windows, the thought worried me as I was warm in bed and yet he was out there because of a fight we had.

2:48am and still no Peeta, I was getting so worried now, I wasn't even in bed now instead pacing my kitchen with my hot chocolate waiting for me, I was listening with my hunting hears trying to hear his heavy footsteps but nothing. 4:19am and I had resided to sitting down on the lounge not moving, I had 4 cups of coffee not knowing what else to do, I had tried to call the bakery, I even went over and looked into Haymitch's windows but all I saw was him passed out on the floor, Peeta would not be able to handle the smell of Haymitch's place, maybe he went to his old house. I still kept a spare key as Peeta lived at mine but all rooms were bare, he only went there to store his paintings and use it as second bakery. It was 7:50 when I woke up sprawled on the lounge, I quickly got up not looking that great with my hair everywhere and my dress robe and slippers on, I ran through all the rooms and then upstairs looking into our room and then the bathroom before I heard the door downstairs opening, I ran downstairs to see Peeta coming through the front door taking his jacket off. His clothes remained the same as last night and when I looked into eyes I could feel he was thinking and feeling the same as I had. I ran into his arms just holding him and not letting go, he was doing the same except his hold was tighter, I looked into his eyes and could see something more though, remorse, guilt, anger, I was probably reading into things that weren't there due to the lack of sleep last night, I just knew I didn't want to let go of him.

"I'm sorry, I'm not letting go of you, I'm sorry, I know I've been harsh and I do want kids I'm just scared" I say between each sob as I cry into his chest, Peeta just cupped my face kissing each tear away "I will be there, I'm not going anywhere, I'm sorry" we didn't need any other words between us before I looked up at him "Peeta where were you last night?" I asked as I looked up at him? Without even looking at me, his eyes rimmed red so I know he has been crying, all he said was "like I said, I was at the bakery" but with that I knew something was wrong.

So what did you guys think? For a first story? The question I want people asking is where was Peeta if not at the bakery? We know he wasn't there as Katniss rang so many times, so where was he? Not at Haymitch's and not at his old home. Please leave your reviews and any constructive feedback, again constructive is always great as this is my first fic