Hey, guys! I'm thinking of actually finishing this one! :P I know some of you are probably brimming with questions, so review, and I'll try to make sure to answer them in the next chapters.
Disclaimer: Though I wish I had been genius enough, I did not write The Hunger Games. The characters and story are Suzanne Collin's.
When I arrive at the District 4 train station, I'm panicking.
What if he thinks I'm leaving him?
What if he doesn't understand?
The rational part of my brain says, He'll understand, he went through it too.
But… But what if he doesn't?
He won't love me anymore after this…
Shush! He loves you. The is nothing that could change that!
But what if it did?
What if… What happened made him love me less?
He did seem different. I had tried to go back to life as usual, live as normally as I could.
But he'd changed.
And however much I wanted to deny it, I had too.
I stepped off the platform, and wandered a bit, looking for Finnick.
He waved. I waved back.
Picking up my bags, he walked briskly towards his car. Apparently, I was supposed to follow. Oh, Finnick…He smiles back at me, as if reading my mind.
I think I fall asleep on the ride. My first 'full' sleep in a while.
When we arrive, Annie is waiting in the living room. I get a good look at their house. Walls with high windows, ferns everywhere, everything very open.
"Oh, Katniss! I wish you'd have given us more of a warning! I've been cleaning since dawn!" She smiles warmly at me.
I force a smile on face. "I'm so sorry! I've just been… Preoccupied…"
She gives me an understanding look.
"Well I got the guest room all ready for you, Kat."
"Thanks, Annie."
She leads me to my room; Finnick brings my bags up behind us.
We eat dinner in silence. Annie tries to be a good hostess and make small talk, but she gives up. There's nothing worth talking about.
After eating, I trudge up the grand staircase. District 4 Victor's houses are much nicer than ours.
I lie on my bed, thinking the reason why I've come here. I crumple. I can't stay like this, I need to forget! I think. But I can't…
It was the happiest day of my life. It proved everything… My love for Peeta, the capitol's defeat… They say that babies bring hope. They're right. I believed that everything would be alright, that the nightmares would cease to exist, just a figment of my imagination.
I tried to make telling him romantic. I made his favorite dinner, my special soup. I set the table with coppery-gold plates, lit the candles.
He came home from the bakery, put his coat in the closet, and sat down.
"Wow! You did all this for…?" he gave me a confused and suspicious look.
I held his hand, and said, "Peeta… I'm… Pregnant."
It took a second for him to realize, his face looked quite comical. Frozen in thought, you could practically see the wheels in his head turning as he processed…
"You're lying…" he said disbelievingly.
"I'm not!" I replied.
He swiftly got up, pulled me up of my chair, and gave me a kiss so passionate I wanted to lock that moment in my heart forever.
And I did. But I didn't know then… It would haunt me in my nightmares.
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