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"Okay, let's start from the top." Gale says, stressed. He paced in front of her, hands covering his mouth and nose. She sat three chairs away her arms crossed, covering her upper arms, eyes tearing.

Katniss just laughs dryly and wipes at her runny rose, "That's not going to change a thing, Gale." She states sternly, standing up and facing him. "What's done is done."

"Katniss, what on Earth are you talking about?!" he yells.

"What do you mean what am I talking about? I just trying to make sense of an impossible situation and you're really not helping!"

Neither of the two were really making any sense. Like, really, no sense. But neither acknowledged this fact.

"Katniss," he starts more calm than before, "what are you going to do?"

"I don't know! I don't know! Is that really the worst thing? I just found out like 3 hours ago!" Her voice grew steadily louder, angry at his unsympathetic tone. "You think I want this?!"

"I know you don't but-"

"'But' what?! What? I ruined your proposal plans?! Is that it!" She screamed. She could only imagine what his neighbors were thinking. They continued on shouting, tears streaming down the hormonal woman's face. "I'm sorry this fucking huge problem is effecting whatever you planned today, but in all reality Gale, it's only been 6 months!" Oh, god, now she was bringing this up?

This just caused an even more yelling and even an accusation from her probably-soon-to-be-ex boyfriend. "How do I even know your telling the truth?! For all I know, you could not be a virgin at all!"

"Fuck you, Gale!" Came her reply, and after gathering her jacket, she stormed away, slamming his door on her way out. She didn't feel the full effects of the day until she sat on the bus, riding home alone, her head resting against the glass window.


He sighed as he stared at the phone screen, the face staring back at him. He groaned aloud, drawing the attention of his friends, their eyes curious. "I don't know if I can talk to him right now. I just can't believe he wouldn't tell me." He told them, beginning to pocket the small device. Instead, Marvel snatches it from his grasp, swiping the glass screen.

Peeta hears just the one side of the conversation, "Rye he really doesn't-... Rye, slow-... Slow down… I can't understand you!... Who works here?... Katniss Everdeen works here? Jesus Christ!" He understands the last part and grabs the phone from his brown hair friend.

"What did you just say?"

"I said she works at the hotel. She's one of your servers."

"Oh." And he's at loss of words. So, with a wave in goodbye, he runs to his office telling his secretary to send for her. If feels a bit wrong to do this without speaking to Delly, but in that moment, he just doesn't care. He wants this. He's always wanted this.

But now he can actually have it.

So, he's unprepared when she comes in, head tilted down, arms crossed across her chest, a scowl on her face and something inside him blooms. She's nervous, and seems a bit angry, but that doesn't bother him. He finds it cute. She doesn't seem to even notice the inner turmoil inside him, she just stands there not meeting his eyes. A minute passes before she finally clears her throat and looks at him, eyebrow quirked, "Um, I was told you wanted to see me."

He nods quickly, shaking his head after in an attempt to clear it, "Uh, yes. You might want to sit down." She approaches cautiously, and he can now see her small frame better, her long legs accentuated by the heels that adorn her small feet. He hasn't felt this way ever and he can't imagine ever letting it go. He decides being blunt with her is best and just blurts out, "I'm the father."

"What are you talking about?" She asks quickly, eyes widening and hands self-consciously jerking toward her stomach.

"Of the baby you're carrying." She pales and quickly looks up, closing her eyes and sighing as if steeling herself for something.

"Golden Harbor Yacht Club." She tells him steadily, eyes meeting his. "That's where you know me from."

And that's when he remembers.

He remembers the old cafe he used to frequent. The club itself stood on an island a few miles from shore. It was a large place with many things to do so he spent his entire summer there basically. He remembers watching her. They were young, probably sixteen when he saw her the first time that summer. She was beautiful, how could he not notice her? That June had been a surprisingly good one. Business boomed, he'd just moved there, so he didn't really know anyone. So, that summer, with nothing else to do, he went out on their boat a lot. He would sit in the cafe most mornings, taking his time eating, relaxing. Even when the days began to get dull and his busy mind found no more entertainment just sitting on a boat, he would go to the cafe and smile at his pretty waitress. She would always smile back, a blush blossoming across her face. They went on that way, only making small talk. Never really, talking.

But one day, toward the beginning of August, they'd gotten stranded on the island, a storm ravaging the waters. That day they did talk. He remembered going on like that for hours. Her body steadily moving toward his. And then, when the rain cleared up and the roads opened again, they walked out into the deserted streets, alone, and just before she got into her car, he grabbed her hand and tugged her back to him, embracing his waitress and kissing her.

"Oh, yeah…" He says aloud, lost in the memory.

She draws his attention though when she vehemently shakes her head, looking at his dazed expression, "No, no. Don't pretend you remember. I don't want you to-"

"I do remember Katniss. We- we talked. In that storm. And I kissed you."

She fills in the last part for him, "And you never called me."

"I'm sorry." He says sincerely, his hand clammy. His feelings were frayed now.

"It was a long time ago." She says but it's obvious she was hurt by him back then. She runs a hand through her hair, a nervous tick, and held her breath. "I'm not ready to be a mom." She tells him truthfully, holding back tears. She really doesn't want to have this conversation.

"We'll take it." Peeta says, maybe a bit too hurriedly. She looks up at him, eyes shiny.

"Really?" She breathes but then she shakes her head and her whole demeanor changes. She pops up and fidgets, eventually pacing in front of his desk. "And then what?" She asks, mostly herself, "I just live the rest of my life knowing my child is out there?"

"So, you're not having it?" He asks deflated.

"Look, I know that the reasons for me wanting to end the pregnancy are so selfish… that I'm not ready, that this wasn't the plan, that I have worked so hard every second so that my life was different than my mother's." He looks confused but doesn't interrupt her, he assumes she needs to vent. "I was an accident, and I know my mom loves me. But I also know that in some ways, I derailed her life. I don't want my kid to feel like that. Ever. I want to be ready."

"Yeah?" He asks after a beat of silence, "That makes sense." He smiles politely and they're left in silence. It's awkward to say the least.


"You didn't bring up your cancer?" Delly asks quietly, her hand covering his, "Why didn't you tell her that this is your only chance to have a biological child?" She is confused.

"She was upset and I really don't want to force her into anything." He says, deflated. He didn't really know what to do, but in all seriousness, he can only imagine how awful her situation is and how distraught she must be.

Delly seems upset with him. Of course he knows she'd never voice it. Over the course of their marriage, he's had to learn to pick up on the subtlest of tells when it came to his wife. Katniss, however, he could tell was an open book. Bold was the word that came to mind and he admired it.

It doesn't even dawn on him that he'd begun to compare the two until much, much, later.

Delly walks away soon after, telling him she would just be taking a nap. He nods, but he knew that was just her excuse to get away from him. He just wants her to leave him, live her life. It was almost irritable that she'd do this to him. He just doesn't love her anymore, and he doesn't know what changed but something has. It makes him feel even guiltier.

When the door to their bedroom clicks shut, he goes to the couch, opting to give her space, and lays down, watching TV and dreaming of a baby that he's never going to get.


Katniss sits at her desk, ignoring the many messages and missed calls Gale has decided to gift her with. It just makes her angry, as everything else in this moment does. Most of all that stupid disheartened expression her boss gave her. It all was just getting on her nerves. Just when she decides to head to bed, she's jolted awake by her door opening. She's bombarded by blondes. Well, to be fair, they are all super confused and worried about her. She doesn't know if it's the drowsiness, the concept of pregnancy, or her hormonal state but she groan and scowls at all three of them, temperamental. "I don't feel like talking right now." She says, keeping the majority of her emotions back.

"Katniss, I think we need to though. This isn't something that can be ignored." Her mother spoke up quietly.

"You think I don't know that?" She asks sharply, fuming.

"Yes, I mean, I do. Katniss, if anyone knows what you're going through, it's me."

The brunette rolled her eyes at the absurdity, "You had a baby at sixteen on accident. I- I have done everything in my power not to become you! Not to make your mistakes! You got pregnant because you were irresponsible, I-" She get out of her cocoon of warmth that embodies her blankets and sits on the edge of her bed, arms flailing around, "I, on the other hand, am a pregnant virgin. Why was I waiting all this time if this is what happened?! Why did I do everything right, just to get wronged by life?!" She says, her eyes leaking steadily. She doesn't want this for herself. "Truthfully, if Grandma didn't force you to have me, would I be here right now? I don't think so!" No one spoke for a while.

"The doctor called and told us the father and his wife wants to take it." Her grandmother butted in quietly after a beat of silence. "They said he had cancer and that this is his only chance to have a biological child."

Well, now she just feels like a piece of shit.

"The wife wants to meet with you to try and change your mind. She just called. She said she wants it to grow up in a happy home, where both parents want it." She just lays back down and nods her head. They leave at some point. She doesn't care anymore.


Peeta would've been outraged to know his wife called his brother and begged him to get in contact with the girl. She was determined to save her marriage. And if this was it, she'd take it. So, Rye then called the Everdeen home, probably against his better judgment and spoke to the others in her family. They were all so kind, after the fiasco earlier that day, he was surprised.

He sighs into his pillow, head down. The events over this past month really taking their toll. He misses his wife, he misses a lot of things. Mostly his brother. He was just a huge screw up.

If asked what he most regretted in life, he'd say all the events that led him up to this moment. Lone, in a small room at the hotel, not speaking to anyone in his family, some by choice and some by force. What he'd think of, though, is his childhood. He could still feel it. Guilt, fear, sadness. It wasn't something that he made habit of doing. If he could, he'd erase all of those memories from his mind.

He remembers how happy his mother was. At one point in their life, she'd smile and kiss him goodnight. She'd check under the bed for monsters. She'd take him to the park with his older brother Graham. All was happy. Those memories were a form of torture in themselves.

Knowing, knowing that she was once uncorrupted. That she was once beautiful and kind.

Then, at a mere 5 years old, Graham got into his accident. He was left paralysed, never to walk again, never to have children… Today, he still sits in that chair, and it hurts Rye more than ever to see him fun loving older brother restrained like that. That was a dark time for his then, they found out they were having another child. Mother was, grateful almost. It was her last chance to have a daughter. Instead, they found out it would be another boy. Another boy who she couldn't put in dresses, who she couldn't put ribbons in their hair.

So, Peeta came along and his father was forever happy. Just that he was healthy and perfect. His mother went cold, unfeeling. She fed him, but other than that, she left him to their father. Then business boomed, and on the outside, in front of the press, she was happier than ever. Inside the house was another matter. She'd scream at them, and hit them. All except Graham, who she'd only ever yell at if he interfered with us. As much as Rye wishes he'd have done something, he knows it was for the best.

Maybe the fact that he didn't do something for his brothers is why he moved across the country, having nothing to do with anyone he once called family. It wasn't until 2 years ago, when Peeta got sick, that he came back into their lives. And now he's alienated him again.

He regretted this past couple of weeks, but he regretted running into the road more.

Running, a little 4 year old kid.

His older brother chasing after him.

A car.

A hospital.

And a wheelchair.


Katniss flattened her skirt against her thighs, hands sweaty, as she sat at the little Italian Bistro waiting for the wife. Her phone vibrated once again on the table, and answered it, afraid to sit at this table alone for any longer. She should've just let her mother come. Ugh.

"What?" She demanded, hand resting on her fore head, body scrunched as small as possible from the people around her.

"Katniss!" The voice gasped. "Don't listen to any of the voicemails I left you." Gale blurted. Well, that was the worst possible thing he could've said to her. Now she was definitely listening to them.

"What do you want?" She asked harshly, but quietly.

"I want to talk. What I said was wrong. I'm sorry."

"Now's not a good time. Please stop calling me." She tells him and hangs up.

Delly Cartwright-Mellark is everything you want to be. Pretty, smart, perfect. She didn't know it though. The same way Katniss didn't know it. The difference between the two, is that Peeta Mellark loves one and not the other. He just doesn't know it yet. Delly's lucky that Peeta doesn't keep close tabs on her, because then he'd know she was going to meet his… baby mama? There really wasn't another word for it.

When she made her way into the restaurant, Delly didn't expect someone like her. She was beautiful. It made Delly all the more jealous of the girl in front of her. The one who was having a child with her husband. It doesn't even look like she was wearing make-up. Delly was never one for envy, but right now she is feeling it. Luckily, after years as being a Mellark and being all around… that, she could easily disguise this feeling and meets the girl with a smile adorning her lips. "Hi Katniss." She greets, "I'm Delly." She looks agitated, but the blonde doesn't give it much thought. "Thank you so much for meeting me." Katniss nods with a tight lipped smile and sits back down, resting her phone on the table beside her.

"Alright," she sighs, "let's talk."