Chapter 1
Katniss POV
"I'm pregnant"
Peeta looks at me in shock, not moving for a minute.
"Peeta, are-are you ok with this?"
"Ok with it! Katniss I've been waiting my whole life for this moment! I just didn't expect it to come this soon"
He stops for a moment and looks at me.
"Are-are you ok with this?"
Thoughts of two children run through my mind. A handsome boy with wavy, fair hair and crystal blue eyes that can melt your heart and a petite girl with long dark hair and a braid down her back with grey eyes, the strong, confident kind. I smile to myself.
"I-I think I am, I think I'm ready"
Peeta grins his special lopsided smile that reminds me that he's always there and picks me up and spins me around before pulling me into a sweet, passionate kiss.
"We're gonna be parents Katniss"
"Yeah, we're gonna be parents" I say.
Peetas POV
I was so shocked to be gearing those two words from her.
"I'm pregnant"
I mean I've always wanted kids. Something about them just makes me happy, but Katniss never wanted them and I sorta just stopped hoping she would change her mind. I know why she didn't want to have a child. She was scared. Scared something would go wrong. Scared someone would take them away. Scared she wouldn't be able to protect from the dangers of the world. Scared their names would be read out at the reaping. Scared they would have to go through what we did. Scared of The Hunger Games. I love her more than anything and if she didn't want children then I sure as hell wasn't going to push her. It would be unfair to force her to do something she didn't want to do. Also it took me so long to get her, I wasn't going to risk losing her again. I couldn't help myself though. Every time I was alone, I would draw a younger version of Katniss or a younger version of me. I always hid these though because if Katniss ever found them, she would feel even guiltier than she already did. She had told me before and I could see it in her eyes. She couldn't give me what I wanted the most, children. Every time I told her, I already had what I had always wanted the most. I had her. There is nothing that I won't do for her, or to protect her. She is the only thing I have left. That night, the last words she said to me were
"You love me. Real or not real"
"Real" I replied, kissing her gently on the lips. She fell asleep in my arms and I just laid there, watching her. She looks so peaceful in her sleep. Her dark locks spread out across her face, and her perfect body curled up into a ball. I could spend all night just watching her. I'm so lucky to have her.
