I slowly lift my head, still in the crouched position. I look him straight in the eyes and smirk. "You think you're going to win this time? Don't you, Peeta!" I cackle at him. With him on the bed, in nothing but boxers, and me in nothing but a long shirt of his and his boxers, I pounce on him and begin to pull his boxers off immediately. Kissing deeply and passionately, we strip each other and continue kissing. He slowly rolls on top of me and puts it in. I groan, but, don't complain. Instead, I try to pull him closer, if possible. I need his body, his love, his kisses, him.
We roll again, right to the edge of the bed and I sit on him, giving him a little body movement. I lay on him once more and we continue on. Now that we are both over the age of eighteen, we were allowed a house of our own, in the victors village, seeing as we demanded the capitol have it rebuilt. It's been three years since our winning in the Games. Peeta and I are happily married, and really in love. We keep our love-making going for about two hours, then, we just cuddle and fall asleep. Being nineteen, married and happily in-love is something that is really un-common in the new district twelve.
In the morning, I awake to an empty bed and the smell of fresh bread and eggs and bacon being made. Peeta. Did I mention that I loved him? Thought so. I throw on one of his shirts, some panties, and make my way to the bathroom. I brush my hair, rinse my mouth and wash my face. Ten minutes later, I'm downstairs in the kitchen, smiling as I watch shirtless Peeta cook a BIG breakfast. It smells delicious.
Then, it hits me. I bolt up the stairs again and right into the bathroom. I gag, and gag, and gag. Then, I dry heave and dry heave and dry heave. Finally, I throw up, lots. It's quite gross. Peeta has been sitting behind me, brushing my hair back the whole time. I throw up a little more, then I go rinse my mouth out. I see the look on his face, concern, curiosity, and guilt. We both know what it is, seeing as it's the second week in a row. I am pregnant.