This is my first fanfic so please be nice constructive critisism welcome :)

I sigh, the faint smell of breakfast bringing me to my senses. I climb out of bed and shiver as I leave the comforting warmth of the covers. I lean backwards to stretch my back, causing my eight-month bulge of a stomach to seem even larger. I walk over to the window and look out upon the seam. I moved back to my home in the seam after the war. Victors' village was never my real home too many bad memories are associated with that house. Peeta had told me that we would have to move back or find a bigger home once our baby was born. I turn my attention away from the window and look for my slippers. I don't want to think about that tiny life living inside of me. What if the child doesn't like me? What if I'm a bad mother? What if the capitol regains control? My child will surely be punished. I forget about the slippers and grab the clothes I will wear today. I slip on a black cotton long sleeve shirt and some sweat pants. I groan sweat pants are all I had been able to wear for months. I braid my hair and walk out of the room into the kitchen. I sit at the table and trace the groves that are now so familiar to me. Katniss, Gale, and Primrose are written in a childish scrawl. The hurt associated with the names causes me to cover them up. "Katniss, Katniss, Katniss" I look up peeta had been trying to get my attention. "Sorry Peeta" I sit up and he puts a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. I look up his eyes tell me he is worried about me, but instead of asking me what was wrong he sits down across from me and starts to eat his eggs. I will tell him what is wrong if he gives me time, and he knows it. We eat in silence only the sound of the occasional canary and the scrapes of forks on our plates break the silence. I break the uncomfortable silence by saying, "what if the baby doesn't like me?" Peeta snaps head up "what do you mean of course the baby will like you". I look away and mumble I'm a murder Peeta a murder, do you think a child will want a mother who has murdered people in cold blood. Peeta reaches across the small table and grabs my small hand "I have killed people as well Katniss" I rip my hand from his grasp no longer mumbling "only because you had to not in cold blood". I feel Peeta grab a hold of my hand again this time I let him. Peeta speaks to my in a quiet soothing voice "If I was your child I would be proud your my mom". I look him in the eyes ok I tell him, his eyes tell me he knows I'm holding something back. He again chooses to ignore it and I'm not ready to talk about it. Peeta stands up walks over to me and pulls me in to a hug, which is a difficult task because of my stomach getting in the way. I hug him back then sit down and finish my eggs. Peeta starts to retreat to our room "I'm going to go get ready yell if you need anything". I nod and turn my attention to my now cold eggs. It had been about five minutes and I have heard Peeta get in the bath, when there's a knock on the door. I had barely touched my eggs so I put them in the cupboard and walk to the door pulling on my dad's hunting jacket before opening it. Outside the snow was just starting to fall typical November weather and I only saw a flash of dark red hair before Annie was crashing into my arms almost knocking me down. Annie was sobbing and I had her sit down on the couch I had no idea what caused Annie to come all the way from district four and I couldn't tell what she was trying to say while she was sobbing. I was shushing her and dusting the snow out of her hair when Peeta came back out dressed in his usual jeans and long sleeved plaid shirt. When he saw the seen in front of him he rushed over closing the front door that I neglected to shut and sitting down on the other side of Annie. He mouthed what's wrong with her and I shrugged after about ten more minutes we had calmed her down and she sniffled a bit before saying "they took Finnick from me". I looked at Annie and asked "what do you mean, who took him?" new tears sprung into her red and puffy eyes "people they said that I was not fit to take care of him they took him and left." Annie's eyes glassed over "hey Peeta hey Katniss what are you doing here" I look over at Peeta and he is looking at me. "I groan this is why they took Finnick" Annie screams that Finnick is dead before slamming her hands over her ears and rolling over onto her side and whispering to herself. I tell Peeta to go get some paper and write a note to leave next to Annie. Peeta does so and I put a blanket over the now quivering Annie and whisper in her ear we will be back. Peeta set the note next to Annie on the couch then helped me pull on my hunting boots. I feel so useless I can't even put on shoes, Peeta pulls on his own boots as I secure a scarf around my neck and button my dad's hunting jacket up to my neck. For good measure I grab a rather small hunting knife and put it in my boot. Peeta raises an eyebrow and I tell him "just in case". He nods and understands he went through the games as well; Peeta sticks a hunting knife in his boot before pulling on a coat. As a last minute thing I grab gloves and put them on, throwing Peeta his pair. I walk over to Annie stick a pillow under her head and tell her "when we get back we will have your son" with that I grab Peetas now gloved hand and we walk out into the brisk November air.

sooo what did you think off first chapter please leave review again constructive critisism is welcome no mean comments please.