A/N: Again so sorry about the not posting. I've been busy lately and frankly lazy. But I finished this one! Someone asked me to be more romantic so I tried but Im not a very romantic person. Anyway please keep reading and review with someone of your opinions :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games or the fantastic characters that have taken over my life.
I wake up in Peeta's arms, the light streams through the curtain and leaves a pattern on the floor. For once in way too long I didn't have a nightmare. Peeta's arms act as a shield from my mental tormentors.
"Morning beautiful," he softly whispers in my ear sending goosebumps down my arms. A smile spreads across my face knowing he is awake too. I tugged Peetas arms closer around me as I said sleepily "I didn't have a nightmares," with a stupid smile plastered on my face.
"That's great," Peeta comments without a drop of sarcasm in his voice.
" What about you?" I cautiously inquire.
"Not really, well nothing out of the ordinary anyway," Peeta sighs softly stroking the tip of my unkempt braid. I really should start to take out my hair before I go to bed.
" Do you think that we could make some cheese buns today?" I ask with my sweetest voice even though I already know the answer.
"Of course," Peeta says with a smile lighting up his face. He loves when I ask to bake with him. It's not like I know how to bake by myself for that matter though. Then all of a sudden I got extremely nauseous.
"Woah," I say getting out of bed and making my way to the bathroom. I made it just in time too because as I got in there I was heaving into the toilet. Peeta was right behind me pulling my hair away from my face. After a while there was nothing left but a couple of dry heaves.
"Feel a little better?" Peeta asks as he helps me up off of the cold linoleum tile of our bathroom. Truth is I have no idea. But I can't tell Peeta that. It'll just make him worry and I don't want to bother him with things like this.
"Yea, must be from those pills Dr. A sent me," I say with a joking smile. But again I don't take those pills. I don't trust anything that is from the Capitol, so I refuse to use them even if they are 'beneficial' to my health. What Peeta doesn't know can't hurt him.
" If you say so," Peeta says obviously still suspicious of my sudden symptoms. I know he is just concerned of my well being but I'm 21 years old now and I can pretty much take care of myself. Kind of.
"Yea I'm just gonna take a shower, then we can go make some cheese buns 'cause I'm hungry," I say with a hint of a smile.
"Sure I'll run to my house and get some stuff," He says turning around but catches my elbow at the last second and pulls me in for a kiss. I get butterflies in my stomach and my heart surges with joy. This must be love, what my mother felt with my father. What Finnick felt with Annie. What I feel right now as I stand in the bathroom doorway with Peeta. He pulls away and sticks his tongue out saying " I'll see you later."
A second after I close the door I lean against it and cover my face with my hands. I'm just now remembering that I threw up a minute ago. But still Peeta didn't care, that or he forgot. Either way I think it's sweet that he didn't say anything. Which brings me back to before the Quell with Haymitch being told that I could live 1,000 lives and still won't deserve him. It was true then and is true now.
A couple hours later Peeta and I are standing in the kitchen waiting for the cheese buns to bake. I'm leaning against the countertop yes kissing Peeta. Why not right. I'd been oddly affectionate lately though. Instead of my usual scowl and my emotions tucked away under lock and key. The timer goes off and I pull away maneuvering around Peeta to get to the oven. We can't have burnt cheese buns now can we?
"I'll get them," I tell Peeta but as I take another step forward I get nauseous and a sprint to the bathroom down the hall.
"Guess not," I hear Peeta chuckle as he quickly takes them out and follows me down the hall. I attempt to swing my unwinding braid behind my back as I hunch over the toilet for the second time today. Also for the second time today Peeta is kneeling next to me holding my hair and rubbing my back in small circles. I stayed there puking my insides out for another minute or two.
"Nasty," I croak as I grab my toothbrush from the cabinet and get rid of the funk I'm sure is wafting from my mouth. We walk back into the kitchen and begin to devour the warm cheese buns fresh out of the oven. As I take a bite into the second delicious one I begin to come to a panicking realization. Why I've been throwing up. Why I've been so emotional lately. Why I've been having cravings.
I am pregnant.
