I was debating with myself on this next chapter, whether of not I should go with this angle but I did. Let me hear your thoughts back on this!
The morning came quickly. At three I was awake throwing up and hadn't been asleep since. At six Peeta opens his eyes and looks at me as I watch the early morning news. "Did I wake you?" I ask him. I lean down and kiss him softly.
"Yeah, what are you doing up?" He asks me sitting up beside me. I pick up the remote and shut off the news, nothing important anyway. Just a rerun of our wedding.
"Woke up with morning sickness. I haven't been able to sleep. I feel so sick." I confess to him.
Peeta wraps his arms around me and I rest my head on his bare shoulder. "You could have waken me up." He says rubbing my arm.
"I am not helpless. Besides, all you could do is watch me throw up." I say to him. Peeta takes a deep breath in a kisses my head
"I could hold your hair back and wipe your mouth off. I know you don't need help, but let me help. Katniss, I want to help you through this. We created life, let me save you for once." He begs me.
I give him a kiss then rest my head on his chest. "I love you," I whisper to him. "I should probably get in the shower now. We have to go back to district 12 today." I remind him.
"Let me help you with that." He says smirking.
"You would like that wouldn't you. Didn't you have enough fun last night?"
"I am an eighteen year old boy. There is no such thing as too much. Especially when I have a hot wife, that I am lucky to have." He says. Before too long we were on our way to the steaming shower.
After this very long hot shower we were both dressed and ready for the day. As scheduled we were waiting by the train at eight ready for a trip back to district 12. where we will soon meet the new tributes. Peeta wraps his loving arms around me on the train as we speed away. After awhile the effect of the train and how mystical it is fades away and all you really care about is one question. How do I get off this ride? I hate to admit that Haymitch is right, but when he talked about never being able to get off he was right. "How are my favorite honeymooners?" Effie asks us.
Peeta smiles and kisses my cheek. "Okay, besides the fact that I have been throwing up all night." I tell Effie. The train continues to speed towards district 12 as we all gather at the table for lunch. Haymitch stumbles around drunk as usual and Peeta holds my hand tightly. We have made it out of the hunger games twice, how much harder could training tributes be? Besides, at least we won't be drunk the entire time. The train starts to slow down and out the window we can see the familiar musky skyline of district twelve. Back home once again, but of course it is never for long.
Effie rushes to her feet with excitement. While Haymitch stays behind to drink some more and pass out, Peeta and I support our district by standing behind Effie during the Reaping ceremony. After this and after the games we will finally get some down time to see our families again. The train doors slide open and there stood the guards waiting to escort us to the stage. The town is quiet with just the sounds of the good people of district twelve breathing heavily in fear of what is to come. The doors open and Effie steps onto stage with a smile on her face. Her heals click bountifully with every step as she approaches the microphone. Peeta holds my hand as we stand behind her. "Welcome to the Reaping Ceremony for the 76th annual hunger games." She says smiling. Effie claps her hands together as everyone in the crowd stands still hushed. "Lets get started, as always Ladies first!" She says tunefully. Click, Click, Click her heals go as she glides towards the bowl on her left. Reaching her hand down she pulls out a white card from the bottom and walks happily back over to the mic. Her cheerful smile fades as she opens the card. "Oh dear." She mutters. She looks up and takes a moment to compose herself. "Primrose Everdeen." She says with a tear in her eye. Prim slowly walks up and I am reminded of that little girl I volunteered for just two short years ago. Peeta squeezes my hand tighter as she walked up to the stage. I kept waiting for someone to volunteer for her place, but no one budged.
"Just hold on tight, it is going to be okay." Peeta whispers towards me. Effie walks over to the boys dish, this time less cheery and reaches inside. With the white paper in hand she walks over to the mic and opens it slowly.
"Dell Creedmoor." She reads off. A boy about seventeen walks into the isle and up to the stage. His mother cries out in the background as he stands tall beside Prim. "Ladies and Gentleman, your tributes for the 76th Annual Hunger Games!" Effie says trying to be cheerful. She rushes them back into their separate rooms and Peeta and me back to the train.
"No!" I scream as Effie leaves Peeta and me alone. "She cannot be tribute! I volunteered so she wouldn't have to do this!" I scream punch Peeta in the chest softly. He just wraps his arms around me calmingly with tears in his eyes.
"Katniss, we will train her and she will win. We can make this happen. Prim is a smart girl and knows how to make natural medicine. We can train her." Peeta says.
I scream into his chest some more and the tears continue to flow down my face seeming to never end. Time seems to stand still for a moment as we stand there together crying out in pain. "This is all President Snow! That bastard! He is mad because we won twice!" I say in anger. Peeta, being the calm collected guy that he is calms me down once more. For a moment the room was silent until the train started rolling and there was a slight knock on our door.