Peeta holds my hair back as I vomit for the third time in one week in the sink. My body heaves, trying to rid itself from the poison, but, there's nothing left to throw up anymore. A foul stench wafts into my nose. I feel light, dizzy and on the whole, horrible but I can form one clear thought,
Great, now I smell of haymich
I watch Peeta, holding back a few stray stands of my hair and wonder why he hasn't run off somewhere far away from me, if it was me watching someone vomit, I would be well on my way to the forest by now, you see this is why everyone knows that deep down Peeta is better than me. I search his face for any slight signs of disgust, but all I find is a great concern in his eyes.
After my body as decided there's no poison left in me, I rinse out my mouth and brush my teeth for at least five minutes then look at Peeta, standing about a meter away from me holding a bunch of fancy pills in bottles and pots if hideous purple gel
"Peeta I don't need any of that fancy medicine!"
"yes you do," he replies "This is the thi-"
"third time this week, Peeta, I know!" I interrupt, I wait for him to reply but all he does is breathe in loudly as if he was going to say something, but says nothing. I noticed, in our fifteen years of marriage that he does this a lot, its one of the only things that annoys me about him.
"look, Peeta If I want medicine, ill ask for something natural from my mother I don't want anything brewed in the capitol, I don't care how much they've changed" I say bitterly, I told him the truth, a truth that he already knows. I still don't trust the capitol, those capitol citizens, so eager to see blood, so eager to watch children die, how could they just suddenly give that up and turn against snow when they had been fighting for him for months, just because they say some children die! Im not saying it want terrible, I lost the one person I cared about most in that bombing, and I know some parents lost their children, but as for the others, they've been watching district children die for seventy five years! Is it some how more terrible that they were from the capitol, im sure they wouldn't care at all if they were from the districts! That's what disgusted me about them.
Peeta sighed and put the medicine down, I tell him I was going to town and stalked of, discreetly taking a sanitary towel with me, Im due soon, I wonder if that's why I've been so moody lately.
I walk around town, wandering around newly built shops, when I wander past a pharmacy, I vaguely remember haymich telling me he needed headache pills, for his hangovers and step inside. A blonde and slightly chubby woman greets me, telling me her name was Farah.
"its nice to meet you, im katniss," I mumble, I shouldn't have introduced myself, of course she knows who I am, but I guess its kind of a reflex, I blush feeling silly but the woman just smiles.
"oh I know" she replies, smiling in a way I can only describe as a Peeta smile.
I walk over to the painkiller section of the pharmacy and spot the headache pills. That's when I see it, behind the painkiller section, a small blue box, clearly marked 'pregnancy test.'
I eye it for a second suspicious, like it was gong to jump up and attack me, the woman, Farah who works there looks at me with a slightly worried expression on her face, well its not everyday you see the mocking jay staring at a pregnancy test like she was going to kill it. I wearily pick it up and bring it, along with the headache medicine. Farah beams when she scans it and says
"will we be expecting a baby mocking jay anytime soon"?
"oh I don't know, its really just in case." I reply, and give her my best im-going-to-kill-you smiles, chucking some coins on the counter and stalking back to victors village.
I get home, after dropping off headache pills at haymichs house I put the pregnancy test in the cupboard, planning on leaving it there to gather dust. Its only after a whole week when I realised I had missed my period. I wait until Peeta was gone to the bakery, then get it out of the cupboard, holding the corner like it was the most disgusting thing id ever seen, blowing of the dust that has already settled on the box, I take it out, go to the toilet and try to busy myself in the few minutes I have to wait, obsessively checking the time. But once, I check that time to see that my waiting time is over, and take agonisingly slow steps towards the toilet.
I stare a the blue line on the pregnancy test.
It cant be,
Positive.
Im Pregnant.
That's when Peeta walks in.
