I know my chapters are kinda short but since I update most everyday I think I am doing pretty good. And I remember one of my first reviews on Catching The Girl on Fire someone said they rather have short chapters with lots of meaning rather then long chapters with just a bunch of filler or something like that. I remember your reviews by heart. So it would be awesome if you reviewed. Or I'll cry. Okay, so I have written to about chapter 10 and right now I am working on another story that the first chapter might be up today or tomorrow, So if you want to check that out, that's awesome. I have a lot of story ideas right now, but this is my main focus. If you have any suggestions on what story I should write, tell me! I'll try to write it. I really love how this story is going so far, I can't wait for you guys to read what I already wrote but can't post for awhile. So like, I know what happens in the story and you don't, na na na na na. XD I am basically still a child, deal with it.

Chapter 4

A week later I have accepted the fact that I am to be a mother.
I'm almost three months in, and I should start to show soon. Peeta is very excited for me to become fat. I don't see how me carrying around 40 extra pounds can be appealing to him. But, men are weird.

I stare at my chubby self in the mirror and frown. Peeta says everyday that I'm glowing but I think I look like a cow. I lift my shirt up and look at my flat stomach. Won't be that way for long. It'll be round as a balloon. But bigger then most balloons. Most balloons pop before they get that big. I guess I will pop, but instead of air, out comes a baby.

Peeta comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, his hands firmly on my stomach. "You're beautiful," he whispers in my ear. "No, I'm not," I snap. Why can't I just take a compliment? My hormones are so off balanced.

Peeta frowns and I about burst into to tears. "I'm sorry," I mumble.
"It's okay," he says moving a fallen piece of hair behind my ear. "Your hormones are crazy right now, I understand."

"They aren't that bad," I mutter turning away from him.
"Three months ago you wouldn't have cried over not being able to find the hand towel."
"Yes, I would have. It stinks to go in the bathroom to wash your hands, and not be able to have anything to wipe them off with."

Peeta laughs. "I doubt that you would have cried over it, Katniss. But it's okay. We're in this together, so you can cry all day long and I won't be annoyed, and you can snap at my every word and I won't be mad. Use me as your punching bag."

"Okay," I say turning around and playfully punching him in the arm.
"Good," he says capturing my lips in his. "I love you," I whisper when we part.
"I love you too," he whispers back. "Now, let's go."

"Go where?" I ask.
"To Haymitch's. You said we should tell him today."
"Oh yeah, I forgot."
"I noticed," he grins grabbing my hand and guiding me downstairs and out the door.

We slowly walk hand and hand to Haymitch's house, both nervous to tell the news. How does one say it? Just, 'hey I'm pregnant thought I'd let you know' or something more special?

We politely and stupidly knock on his door and obviously he doesn't answer. He never does. We walk in and I almost throw up. I used to be able to stand the smell but with my lovely morning sickness, not so much. We find him sitting at his table with a bottle in hand. I don't know how he does it. Just sits there all day and drinks. He doesn't watch TV or read or anything. Just stares at the wall.

He had been doing better with his drinking after the rebellion, but he fell off the tracks.

"Oh! My two favorite married victors. Well damn, I guess your the only married victors but who cares. What brings you two here?" Haymitch says.

"Oh, nothing much, just had some exciting news for you," says Peeta.
"Well what is it?"Haymitch asks.
"Your going to be a grandfather!" says Peeta.

Haymitch takes awhile to get it. "Oh! So you knocked her up. Good job boy. I was wonderin' why she looked so green."
I get out a little laugh but that's about all I can do or I'm afraid I'll loose my lunch.

Haymitch smiles at me. "I have to say, I never thought you'd get her to do it,"
Peeta laughs. "It didn't really happen that way.."

"Okay, getting too personal here," says Haymitch. "Great to see you two, but I'd get her out of her before she throws up all over my house."

Peeta nods and we turn towards the door.
"Oh, and Sweetheart?" I turn to look at Haymitch. "It's best not to drink around children,"he says tossing his bottle behind him. I go over to him and wrap my arms around him.
"Thank you," I whisper.
"Anything for you Sweetheart."