AN: This is a Hunger Games fic. I know I'm not a fantastic writer, but i was really feeeeeling this topic so I felt inclined to upload. BTW, POV is Katniss, and OOO means the division of the present and a enjoy! PS this is just a short starter chapter.
There's a soft thud as my arrow impales the squirrel. It fall and lies in an inert heap, waiting as i go to collect it. It's been a good haul today;I'm glad , because I want to do something special for Peeta on our anniversary, since he does all the cooking.I've got 2 squirrels, a turkey, and even a small tub of early strawberries.I figure this is adequate, since it's just Peeta and me.
OOO
I gasp in shock. I can't believe this is happening, and in a public area, for heaven's sake! Peeta, of course, is quite dramatic about it,(probably unintentionally) but it's making people stare and im uncomfortable. I focus on the silver ring in his hand to avoid meeting the eyes of the curious bystanders. It's beautiful, clear aquamarine stones interspaced with orange coral, and I want to put it on, but the commitment is overwhelming. I have an internal struggle, which I hope doesn't register on my face,and then I finally mumble,"Yes."Peeta asks me to repeat myself because he cant hear me, and this time, my "yes" can probably be heard throughout the whole park.
OOO
I arrive home, where it is silent and empty. A small not rests on the table, which reads:
Katniss,
Haymitch smashed a bottle and fell in it. Gone to see if he's ok.I'll be home soon.
Love, Peeta.
Of course, he would be so after 8 years of marriage, I still feel I don't deserve him.I drop my game in the sink, hoping that Peeta will deal with it while I take a shower.
The hot water brushes the dirt and grime from my body, and as I wrap myself in a towel, i hear the door open.
"Katniss?"
"I'm just in the shower. I'll be down in a minute!"I hear pots clattering as I dress myself. As I brush my hair, I see the calendar, where I've marked our anniversary, May 12th. My mind does some math and I figure we've been married for 96 months, or 2920 days. The days go by fast;and then I realize just how many days have gone past-8. I've missed it, and this can only mean one thing. I collapse on the bed and cover my mouth. I feel my eyes foolishly tearing up. I can't be pregnant.