I Remember

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So last chapter a lot happened. Peeta was hit by car, Katniss passes out twice, and yeah in general it was not a great week for the Mellark family :/

I left you on a cliffy again (don't worry, it won't happen every day!)

I'm trying to update daily, but sometimes I need more planning, so yeah, maybe once every 2 days as story progresses as I would like longer chapters.

I know this seems really early in the story, but I want ideas for baby names, boy or girl. It's for a reason! Those that suggest names to me may get a sneak peek of something... PM me or just review!

DISCLAIMER: The Mellark family and the country they live in, including all the inhabitants of Panem, belong to Suzanne Collins, not me.

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Chapter 4 - I Despise

Peeta POV

Oh no, not again. Katniss please don't do this.

It's too late. She's fainted. Again.

The police officers lift her onto the couch, and my heart is racing. Is she OK? Will she be alright? I can't live without her, and I knew this since the Quarter Quell. As we sat by the water, on the beach, we kissed. It was the best kiss that Katniss and I had ever shared. Maybe because I finally felt a glimmer of hope that, maybe, she did have feelings for me after all. Because no one could kiss someone like that if they didn't mean it, right? And now the woman I love, the mother of my children, is unconscious on the couch. But the worst thing is, there is absolutely nothing at all I can do about it. At all. With my injuries, I can barely move at all, never mind get off the couch.

But she starts to come to.

She's OK. Katniss just fainted, nothing serious, and I can understand why. We were just told who knocked me down with her car. It wasn't who I expected either. I was thinking that it could've been Scarlett O'Rose, but this time she is completely innocent. I still can't believe that she did it.

She was my best friend growing up. We used to draw little chalk animals on the concrete outside my house, and we would sit there for hours while she admired my drawings and I tried to make out what hers were. I just can't believe it. Why would she hit me with her car? Was it an accident, and then she panicked and drove away?

How could Delly do this?

Katniss is still out. Her beautiful brown hair is spread around her face, like a halo. She is my angel. I hope she's okay, and I hope the baby is too. Oh god. I'm crying again. The cops are reassuring me, they've dialed 911, she's okay, she's just had a bit of a shock. I hear the sirens outside, and I guess Haymitch does too because he comes running into our house, along with paramedics. The paramedics immediately rush to Katniss, but Haymitch stands in the doorway, eyes wide in shock. He slowly, almost cautiously, walks over to me.

"What's going on? What's happened?" He looks at Katniss. "The bloody pair of you. You knock her up, you get hit by a fricking car. She visits you, passes out on the floor. What the fuck are you two playing at?" Haymitch continues to grumble as he takes in the scene and the cops explain what happened.

"Delly?! Delly Cartwright?!" Haymitch clearly doesn't believe it either. "But Delly was a good kid! Why would she do this to you?"

I look Haymitch in the eyes. "Well... Something happened between us... but that was a while ago-"

"What? What happened?" Haymitch cuts me off.

"We-"

"Pee-ta..." A hoarse voice utters my name. I gasp.

"Kat!" I say, spinning my head back around to face her. "Are you OK?"

"She's fine", the paramedics reassure us after they have examined Katniss. "She's just in shock. She won't need to go to hospital, but if she feels sick or dizzy or has problems with her vision, get her checked out again."

"Thanks", Haymitch mutters as the paramedics walk out of the house. The cops come forward again, looking apologetic, but all they say is,

"Her trial begins tomorrow, and you are both required at court."

They leave too. Haymitch looks at us, then says, "I'll give you two some time", and walks out as well.

Katniss stands up and walks over to me, despite my protests. She looks at me for a long time, just her gorgeous gray eyes and mine locked. Then she kisses me.

Katniss POV

Oh, Jesus. I'm still feeling dizzy but I won't tell Peeta that. I still can't believe Delly did it. Why did she do this to Peeta? They used to be best friends, I know that much. And I keep fainting. I really shouldn't, and I know it must be really bad for the baby. I never used to do it, and I've been through a lot of stressful things. But now anything could set me off.

Haymitch, the cops and the paramedics are gone.

I stand up, a little shakily. "Katniss no!" Peeta's protesting, but he would. I walk over to him and crouch down. I just look at him. I haven't done this in a while. Just look into his beautiful blue eyes - so deep I often lose myself in them. I act on an impulse, but at this moment I don't care. I lean down, and kiss him.

It's amazing.

It's not too passionate, but it has meaning behind it. I love kissing Peeta. Nothing we do is ever insignificant. Every action means something. We know each other too well for it not to. His tongue gently pushes into my mouth, and I let it.

A few minutes later, Peeta pulls away. He has that classic smirk on his face that I love - he's pleased. The smile becomes softer as his eyes work down my body, before coming to rest on my stomach. His good arm hesitantly reaches out, and he places it on my belly. It's the first proper connection we've had as a family. I'm still not sure about this whole baby thing, but I know that with Peeta, I can do anything.

Next Day

Katniss POV

Oh no. We're going to see Delly today, right before her trial starts. The cops think that seeing Peeta like he is will make Delly crack and tell them why she did it. But if someone did that on purpose, would they be sorry to see the person they intended to hurt like this?

I get Peeta off the couch and into the wheelchair, help him eat a bit of toast (he refuses the rest) and we head out the door.

"Katniss?"

"Yeah love?"

"I don't really want to see her."

It's the first time in... well... a long time that I've heard that tremor in Peeta's voice that means he's scared. My heart aches for him in that moment, but I am powerless. The cops more or less gave it as an order, and we can't disobey Panem Polices' orders.

"Shhhh Peeta, it's OK. I'll be there the whole time."

"I know, but... I'm scared. Not of what she'll do to me, but of what she'll do to you." I look at him with a confused expression, and he looks right back. Why would she hurt me?

"Kat... I have something to tell you. You know Delly never turned up to our wedding..."

I do know. We invited her. She was one of the first on the list. But she never turned up. I never understood why. Peeta was, after all, her best friend.

"Well... Delly was jealous. Jealous that I proposed to you, not her. She always imagined herself becoming Mrs. Mellark. And then... after the wedding, she asked to see me. I agreed because, well, I just wanted to ask her why she never turned up to the ceremony. But then it got confrontational. She got aggressive because she wanted me to love her. Delly was my best friend, but I have never loved her and never will. She then said to me 'you'll pay for that' and walked off. But I never imagined this... I've felt so guilty for upsetting her since it happened."

He's crying. Oh God, Peeta's crying. Oh Peeta.

"Peeta look at me."

He does.

"You should have told me. We could've dealt with this together, Peeta love. None of this would've happened."

By then we are approaching the train station. I can see our train on the platform. Delly's being kept in District 2's prison, as it is one of the best in Panem. We queue up, then board the train. Haymitch appears at the last minute, as per usual. He's coming with us of course, we hardly go anywhere without Haymitch. Ever since we told him that I was pregnant, Haymitch has really made an effort to stay off the alcohol. But when he appears on the train, wearing clean clothes and with no alcohol on his breath at all, I am pleasantly surprised. Maybe he cares more than he lets on.

After 2 hours, Haymitch leaves our carriage in search of a drink, and I don't stop him because he has earned it today. So far, he has been almost pleasant to be around.

"Kat?"

"Yeah?"

"I keep forgetting that you're pregnant."

"I know. It's quite weird."

"How do you feel?"

Honestly, I feel like crap. My back aches, I constantly want to be sick, I feel dizzy... But I smile and tell him

"I'm fine."

But he knows me too well.

"Katniss."

"Mmhmm."

"Katniss, look at me."

I don't, so he gently puts his right hand under my chin and raises it, so I have to look at him.

"Tell me the truth."

That's when I break down.

He holds me with his one good arm, and quietly mutters comforting words to me. I am sobbing as I tell him everything. How sick I feel. How I'm so sorry for what happened to him. How I feel guilty about Delly. How it must be all my fault.

How I'm scared to become a mother.

All this time I'm sobbing, and he just listens. When I'm finally done he says nothing. He just holds me, and I wish he could hold me properly. It is only then I begin to see how much I hate- no hate is not the right word. Despise. I despise Delly. She is taking others' happiness for her own revenge. And I despise her for that.

For the next hour or so, we stay in each others' embrace. Finding comfort in each others' arms, long after my tears have subsided and Peeta's arms have stopped shaking.

While I lie like this, thinking, I realise that I'm exactly 1 month pregnant.

Well, that's just great. Only 8 more bloody months to go.

When Haymitch returns (to his credit, surprisingly sober), we are still huddled together. Haymitch doesn't comment, but heads to his small room for the night. We are approaching District 4 now, and it has taken us the whole day to get here. From now, it will take the whole night to get to District 2, as there is about 5 hours betwenn Districts 3 and 4, and another 3 at least between 3 and 2.

'Now arriving at: District 4.'

The announcer's pleasant voice interrupts my train of thought. I look at Peeta. He's fast asleep, in his seat. I don't think there's any point moving him now. If he wakes at all, we'll move into our tiny allocated room.

The sound of the carriages doors opening startles me.

Annoyed, I turn my head slightly to see who has entered this carriage.

Oh my god.

Long, dirty blonde hair.

Watery blue eyes.

Medics' uniform.

She turns to me, and before I can stop it, the word escapes my mouth.

"Mom!"

OK, I'll leave it there.

Quite a lot going on in that chapter. Sorry I haven't been writing for two days... My parents don't exactly know that I do this, and I also have my studies, so I have been escaping whenever I can to write short bits of chapters.

Again, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE give me some baby names. Yes, it is very important. I have a few in mind, but I want you're ideas first!

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