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I wake up and roll over. 1:30 PM. I wobble downstairs to get some breakfast.
"Morning, gorgeous." Peeta says innocently enough-for anyone but me.
"Don't talk to me." I snap. I see the hurt on his face, but don't feel sorry. He mutters something under his breath about hormones. I roll my eyes and get my coffee, toast, and butter, then head back up to bed. Peeta gets up to stop me. Stella comes downstairs just in time to see me shove Peeta out of my way, and looks worried, but also intrigued. I walk upstairs, not caring. I'm to tired to care about anything. Sara was excited about getting a sister at first, but then we told her we had to spend a lot of time with her sister. Sara watches me go upstairs, then asks Peeta why I'm so angry. He tells her the baby is angry inside me, and that since she can't be angry, mommy has to for it. Sara doesn't believe it. I slam my door shut, knowing Peeta will get her to believe.
Sorry, don't think I mentioned Katniss is pregnant. Hope you enjoy.