Bloom
Prompt: Katniss finds out that she's pregnant.
Part I
Haymitch begins to join Peeta and me for breakfast. Greasy Sae cooks, even when I try to tell her don't need her anymore.
"It's busy work," she just replies, and continues on.
As usual, as I wake up to Sae's bustling in the kitchen, Haymitch is tending to his geese first thing in the morning and then makes his way over. When I get to the kitchen, I'm worry when I find that Peeta's not here yet. It's not like him to be unpunctual.
Greasy Sae orders Haymitch to the table when he becomes too fretful of his geese. I smile at the back of him—Haymitch didn't seem to have anyone to care about but Peeta and me. It's good he's found something to take comfort in, even if they're just geese.
It doesn't take him long to notice Peta's absence as well. "Where's he boy?" he asks me gruffly, though I can hear the concern in his tone.
I answer with a shrug, because I have no better one. And I know if I try to say something I'll end up in tears.
"He could just be snoozing," Greasy Sae suggests. "You two didn't have the quietest night."
I scowl into the table. I don't want to think about last night. Last night when Peeta nearly broke every door in the house because I'd (dumbly) off-handedly mentioned about his cheese buns. He hasn't baked since the Victory Tour. He can barely stand knowing there's an oven in his house because every time he looks at it he is drowned with mourn,
He definitely couldn't have gotten any sleep last night.
The atmosphere is tense as we wait for Peeta. Or at least, I'm tense. Greasy Sae tries to buy out some of Haymitch's geese—to his great horror—but he soundly refuses. By the end of it, Sae just comments with a quick "Goose ain't nothing against rabbit anyway," and nods my way. I laugh because it makes Haymitch frown, and because I want to be anything but fearful of what might have happened to Peeta, and because it was really, genuinely funny.
And that's when the front door clicks open…
…and slowly closed.
And Peeta walks in.
All eyes are on him as he passes through the foyer and into the kitchen. His hands are full, full of wrapped goods still steaming from freshness. And I smile, because I had more reason to be ecstatic than afraid—Peeta baked.
Author's Note: Part Two will be posted tomorrow, I just wanted to have this up while I could. Hope you liked! It's about to get good.