Okay guys, this one's gonna be a little different, so just bear with me here. This takes place after the third book, when Peeta and Katniss are, lets say 21? Yeah, that's a good number. 21. Katniss and Peeta are married, and she is pregnant. Peeta's tracker-jacker symptoms have been starting to wear off, when things go terribly wrong. You guys know what I'm talking about. You probably read the little description thingy. Now, go read! Peace!
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"Peeta, do you have the Wilson's cake done yet?"
"No honey, give me a minuet!"
"well, hurry up! You need to get this one finished. They should be here to pick it up any minuet!"
"Sheesh," Peeta joked with cake in tow, walking into the living room, "you're worse than my mother!"
"wow..." Katniss mussed, "that looks delicious..."
Katniss had seen many of Peeta's best creations, but this was probably one of the best. It was huge, with three layers, and yellow and white icing.
"well, you can look at it all you want, but it's not for-"
Peeta suddenly fell, his right leg flying out in front of him into a multitude of seizures. The cake flew into the air and landed on top of the blond, upside down, forcing him to lay down. All that was not on the ground was his one twitching leg.
"Peeta!" Katniss cried, helping him up from the ground, "what was that?"
"I-I have no idea..."
She eased him onto a stool nearby.
"That hurt Katniss... That friggin' hurt!"
"what kind of hurt?" she asked cautiously.
"like, my muscles where ripping... and-and going all-"
His arm suddenly jumped onto another dance of convulsions, and the expression on his face contorted into one of pure fear and agony.
"crap, Peeta! Cut it out! Peeta!"
As if he had a choice.
His arm fell limp by his side, and his head hung low. A moan escaped his lips as he grabbed for Katniss' hand, and missed. She quickly took his hand into her own, and softly assured him that it would be alright. That the pain would stop soon. That he would be fine.
"Hello? Is anyone home?"
Peeta sprung up in alarm. Mrs. Wilson! The cake!
"yeah... Just a minuet!" he shouted weakly in reply. "What are we gonna do?"
"uh... tell her what happened? It'll be fine. It's just a cake Peeta."
"Katniss, this is her wedding cake! It will not be 'fine'!"
"calm down. Maybe we can, save it?"
"... yeah... yeah.. We can save it!"
He fell to his knees and attempted to mush the remains of cake into a more desirable shape. Once he forced it into a "circle" (blob), he picked it up, and put it on the pan.
"Honey, can you go district Mrs. Wilson for me?" he asked sweetly, though his brow was soaked with sweat, and his fingers working diligently on the icing covered mush.
Reaching into his apron, he grabbed a yellow icing bag, and began to cover the blob in goo.
Then, with some white icing in hand, he began to make a border, and little sloppy white roses in the corners.
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Katniss rushed out the door to greet Mrs. Wilson.
"Hello!"
"Good morning Katniss. How are you?"
"I'm... good... And you?"
"Great. Have you seen my cake yet?"
"why yes, actually, Peeta's trying something... different, with this one."
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"Wow! Good job Peeta!" he complimented himself, "I don't know what the issue with my arm and leg was but this was a, great save to say the least."
He had been running completely on adrenalin before, and now that that was gone, he was exhausted He gently took the pan into his hands and carried it onto the porch where the two ladies where waiting.
"Here you are, Mrs. Wilson! One wedding cake, ready to go!"
"wow..." the two ladies said at once.
"That's... Pretty?"
"I'm sorry if it's not what you expected, but I've been having some, issues lately."
Peeta handed the cake to Mrs. Wilson, and wiped his forehead with this apron.
"thank you, Mr. Mellark."
"any-"
Peeta was cut off once again, by his arm darting out in front of him, punching the cake, and ruining all his work.
"Oh! Dangit!" he said, with a look of pure pain on his face.
"oh my!" Ms. Wilson cried.
Katniss put her arms around Peeta, forcing his twitching hand onto his chest so he couldn't punch anything else.
"ssshhh... It's okay Peeta... Look, look, it's fine. We're fine." she assured.
"ugh! Stupid cake! I'm sorry Mrs. Wilson!" he wailed, running into the house with Katniss not far behind.
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Sorry, that was fluffier than I had intended. Poor Peeta! We'll get to Katniss being pregnant later, 'cause this story in mainly about the little blond baker dude! More coming soon, so R&R! Thanks!