Chapter 7
There was a knock at the door, to Peeta's hospital room, that got us out of our reverie. I slowly walked up to to the door and opened the door to find Doctor Marilynn with her clipboard.
She smiles and I move out of the way to let her in. She walks up to Peeta's bed and I follow plopping myself on the edge of Peeta's bed, taking his hand in mine. He squeezes my hand gently and I squeeze just as softly.
"Well, there isn't anything wrong. There's no infection from your wound and you didn't have extreme blood loss. But you do have some bruised ribs. So I'm going to let you go home tomorrow, probably. Alright? And don't do anything strenuous when you get home. Just stay in your bed and take it easy." She states.
Peeta nods and she leaves the room. I then wrap my arms around Peeta's neck and have the sudden urge to cry. I burrow my head inside of the crook of his neck and start to cry silently. He takes notice of my crying and wraps his arms arms around me, the best he can with him lying on the hospital bed.
After releasing all of my tears, I finally say something
"I'm so sorry." I croak
"Why?" Peeta questions.
"Because if you weren't there and I was, you wouldn't have gotten shot." I get out, starting to cry again.
"Don't say that. If it would have been you I probably would have died inside." When he had said 'died', his voice cracked and I immediately looked up.
His eyes were rimmed with red and glassy, boring into my soul. I must've been a sight too with my red rimmed eyes.
I averted my eyes as quickly as I met his gaze.
"Well, I feel like I'm dying inside right now. Seeing you in this damn hospital bed, with bruised ribs. It just makes me want to take your place and suffer through all the pain for you." I say softly, but loud enough for him to hear me.
I feel him brush a loose strand of my hair away from my eyes.
"Well, that's sweet but I don't want you hurt, at all, Katniss. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let you get hurt. I'd be wanting to take your place, and suffer through everything that you would be suffering. And this is none of your fault. It's someone who is malevolent and has a dark soul." He says.
I look up at him and see him looking back at me seriously, meaning every word. I nod and lean in to kiss him.
He sees me moving in and immediately touches his lips to mine. I shut my eyes closed, ignoring anything else that is happening, and focus on Peeta's lips. He wraps his strong but gentle arms around me, as best as he can, and I wrap mine around his neck.
The kiss escalates from soft, sweet and gentle to passionately ardent the next second. I feel his fingers dig in to my waist while I tug his hair at the nape of his neck as our tongues duel in a fiery dance, trying to be the dominant one.
He removes his lips from mine and kisses the corners of my mouth as we try to regain our breath.
He then kisses down my jawline with soft pecks. He bites my ear lobe and I moan softly enough for him to hear. He kisses back up my jawline, the corners of my mouth and then lips. I slip my tongue into his mouth and he reciprocates. Within seconds, our tongues twist for another couple of minutes before we remove our lips from each other's.
I close my eyes and settle my head on his chest. I regain my breath in what feels like an hour.
We then have conversations on inconsequential things.
The conversation goes from conversing about random things to becoming all of a sudden serious.
"Katniss…"
"Yes?" I have my head snuggled in the crook of his neck with my arms wrapped around his neck. He has his arms wrapped around my waist with one touching my stomach with his fingers spread out.
"Do you want to… have kids, one day?"
I seriously think this over, trying not to let my brain confuse me. I listen to my heart, remembering what Dad used to say.
"Always listen to your heart, honeybee. Having yourself weigh the pros and cons in your head will just make it all the more confusing."
"Katniss?"
I realize I must have zoned out for a while now.
"Oh sorry… And to answer you question, I'd say someday in the near future, with you, if you're going to actually want to deal with me." I say.
"Well, I'll have you then. And dealing with you isn't a chore, Katniss. I love you Katniss, and I don't care if you're ranting and rambling about everything, nothing's going to change that I'll always love you."
I smile to myself thinking that O don't deserve him.
"I'll always love you too, Peeta."
We must have been thinking the same thing because the next thing I know, I'm kissing Peeta.
After a while, I remove my lips from his, and yawn.
I snuggle my head against his chest.
He settles his head on top of mine and I snuggle myself deeper into his neck, feeling suddenly tired. I guess having sexy make-out sessions does that to you.
"Go to sleep Katniss. I love you so much, sweetheart."
"I love you too."
I then fall asleep where the dark abyss if dreams consumes me.
