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Another month later

I woke up to an empty bed. I look over towards the clock on Peetas side of the bed and realise its 10am. Peeta opens the bakery at eight o'clock every morning so normally I get up at seven with him, but I must have slept in this morning. Above the clock was a little note. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I sat up and reached for the note. Without a surprise it was from Peeta.

Katniss,

You look beautiful when you sleep so I didn't disturb you. I thought you needed sleep after last night.

Oh Peeta. He always had a way with words that made me giggle and blush at the same time. Last night on the other hand was terrible. Haymitch arrived back in a taxi outside and yelled at the driver because of the price of the journey from the train station to his house at one in the morning, waking everyone up, meaning only me and Peeta since no one else lives here in Victors Village. After he found his way back into his house no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get back to sleep. The cramps were unbelievable. Peeta stayed up rubbing my belly and trying to make me feel better but after an hour I could tell he was tired so I pretended to sleep so he would go to sleep.

I continued to read the rest of the letter that said,

Cheese buns are on the side. Meet me at the bakery at 12:00pm

Love Peeta.

P.S I haven't seen Haymitch since early this morning; please check on him for me.

Peeta was always looking after everyone, trying to please them constantly. It's now 10:15am which means I have an hour to myself until I have to go see Haymitch to check on him then go meet Peeta.

Slowly I swung my legs round the side of the bed and place my feet flat on the cold floor. As I stand up a wave of nausea hits me and I run towards the bathroom. I make it in enough time for all of last night's dinner to spew out into the pan. I haven't been sick for a while; it must just be the flu.

I leave the bathroom to open a window and get some fresh air but it only brings another wave of the nausea. Once I think the waves have subsided I stood up off the bathroom floor and went down stairs. Surprisingly I was rather hungry and decided to eat just one of the cheese buns. Only it didn't stay down long. After I left the downstairs bathroom, I remembered I had to go see Haymitch therefor I got dressed quickly and went over.

As I stood before the door another wave of nausea pulsed through me, but I managed to force it down when I knocked on the door. As usual there was no answer so I forced the door open. It flew wide open and the horrible stench of vomit and dried whisky came rushing out.

"Haymitch!" I yelled when I entered the hall of his house. There was no answer so I called again and again. Yelling for the fifth time the nausea caught up with me and I ran to find his bathroom.

"You alright sweetheart?" A rusty, old voice came from behind the door. He actually sounded concerned for a moment. Once it was over and it had subsided again I stepped out to find a drunken Haymitch trying to stand still leaning against the door frame.

I stepped out into the living room and opened a window. The stench was unbearable; the place hasn't been cleaned in a month. Haymitch looks as if he hasn't had a bath for months either. His supposedly blonde hair has gone a bit brown. His face is covered with dirt and dried sick. The sight of him was enough to make me sick again. When I turned around Haymitch was staring at me wide eyed.

"What's that boy feeding you?" he asks.

I sat down on the coach and Haymitch stood before me waiting for an answer.

"Nothing. I think I have the flu." I told him.

"Probably all the fatty food he's been giving you. It's starting to show on you too."

Is he saying I'm fat? I've known Haymitch long enough to know that he always speaks his mind when he's drunk so I try my best to ignore the comment. With my face burning with anger I can't help but smile. I don't know what's causing me to smile exactly but I am.

"Look Haymitch I didn't come here to be insulted. Peeta asked me to check on you. But I can see your fine so bye." And I stood up and walked out of the house feeling more relaxed as ever that the repulsive smell was gone.

It took me a while to get to the bakery, even longer than usual. Maybe Haymitch was right, that I am getting fat and it's slowing me down.

I erase all negative thoughts about my weight as I enter the bakery and see an empty table with two lit candles on it and a little cupcake on it that said K and P forever.

"Hi Katniss." Peetas soft, sweet voice came from behind the counter.

"Peeta what's this?" I ask with tears in my eyes as I look at the master piece before me.

"I thought you might like a nice surprise after last night."

I ran to Peeta when the tears rolled down my cheeks. He stopped me by placing his hands on my waist and looked into my eyes with confusion before I could hug him. He asked,

"You're happy real or not real?"

"Real." I told him whipping the tears away with my sleeve.

Then Peeta put both of his hands on each side of my face and kissed me full on the lips. More tears rolled down my face and I couldn't stop them. The kiss got even more passionate and I couldn't control the emotions that were pulsing through me. He pulled away but I instantly closed the gap in between us again. Eventually he pushed me away and a rush of abandonment went through me. At first I was sad but then that sadness turned into anger. How dare he just push me away like that?

Suddenly the anger disappears as he pulls out my dad's old hunting boots and says,

"Now, shall we go out into the woods for your next surprise?"

"Yeah." I said whilst nodding.

I bent down to take my small flat shoes off and slip on the hunting boots. Once I had tied up the laces I stood up straight but instantly got light headed. Luckily Peeta wasn't in the room to see me grab the counter to regain my balance. But once he had return I felt fine.

We linked hands and went out towards the woods. Having just reached the edge of the woods I was already out of breathe. Peeta had also noticed this too and asked,

"You alright Katniss?"

"Yeah, I think I have the flu. And apparently to Haymitch I'm getting fat." I told him.

"You're not fat, you're perfect." Peeta said and I blushed crimson. He leaned in and gave me a light, soft kiss on my cheek, "Do you want to go on?" he asked.

"Yeah." I lied. My feet were killing me and the nausea still hasn't disappeared.

When I took another step forward I hit a rock with my heel and I fell to the floor. The next thing I remember is darkness.

I think you can guess what's gonna happen in the net chapter.

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