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Katniss

When I woke up the first thing I noticed was the sick feeling rising up my throat. I bolt out of bed and stumble to the bathroom. Let's say the alcohol tasted better going down, not back up. I lean my head against the wall to try stopping the dizziness.

A while later start to see again and decide to have a hot shower. I step under the hot rain and stand there enjoying the boiling water. I promise myself I'll never drink again. I feel dreadful. What happened last night? I tried on wedding dresses, Peeta and I got married, Haymitch came over, we watched Cinna's interview and- Oh! I remember now.

I stepped out of the shower and towel-dry my body, leaving my long hair in a wet tangled mess down my back. I brush my teeth and rinse my mouth with mint-mouthwash to get the sick taste to go. I walk back into my bedroom and my eyes catch site of the bed. I jump when I see Peeta. I walk towards the bed and stand over him. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps.

I turn back to my wardrobe and put fresh underwear on followed by some warm clothes. I hear a few noises from downstairs and know the others are probably up. I look at the door and then at Peeta. I don't want to show up after the way I reacted yesterday. My eyes settle on the bed and I tiptoe over and slide in next to Peeta.

He stirs and puts an arm around my waist, pulling me to him. I lean my head against his chest and close my eyes, hoping my terrible headache will go soon. I drift in and out of sleep. I think two hours have past when I hear Peeta yawn. I open my eyes and look at him to find him staring down at me. "Morning," he whispers.

"Hey," I whisper back and drop my head to his chest, feeling to weak to hold it up. "I should never have drunk that stuff. How does Haymitch do it?" I mumble.

"Who knows," Peeta replies and tightens his grip around my waist.

"I feel sick," I say.

"I'll look after you," he says and feel my forehead to see if I'm hot. "You feel fine but you must have one hell of a headache."

"I do," I admit.

"Maybe fresh air will help," he says.

"Maybe." I force myself to look up. "Will you come with me?" I ignore the fact that I sound like a small child and look at him tiredly.

"Of course," he replies and gets out of bed. "We'll have breakfast first and then go."
"I'm not hungry," I complain.

"You need to eat," he says in a soft but firm voice.

I sigh and get out of bed again. I pull my hair back into a quick braid and take Peeta's hand as we walk down the stairs. I suddenly feel worried. Will my mom and dad be angry that Peeta and I slept together? Not slept together, even though we did that once too, but lay side by side, sleeping. I shake my head mentally, confusing myself.

Peeta and I walk into the kitchen, hand-in-hand and I wonder if he's as nervous as I am. We're greeted from a sad smile from Prim, my moms eyes fill with tears all over again but she doesn't cry and my father just nods at Peeta and I. "Good morning," Peeta says and I'm surprised he was the first to speak.

"Morning," my mom says. "Will you be staying for breakfast?"

"No, thank you for the offer though. I'm going to go shower and change and by the time I'm finished you should be ready for that walk," he replies, saying the last part to me.

I nod and follow him to the door. "I'll see you later," he says and kisses me quickly.

"Bye," I whisper and close the door behind.

I walk back into the kitchen looking at my feet, forcing myself to walk in a straight line. I sit down in a seat at the table. "Hey, little duck," I whisper. She smiles sadly and just the sight brings tears to my eyes after remembering that it won't be long before I'm thrown back into the arena. I look at the floor and only look up when my mom places a plate of food in front of me.

"Thanks," I mumble and start eating, even though I feel like I'm going to puke any second. I take a sip of water from the glass in front of me and take slow deep breaths.

"Are you okay?" Prim asks and I nod.

"I'll give you something for the headache after breakfast," my mom says, sitting down opposite me. I hate that my father hasn't talked once.

"Your mother and I had a little chat last night," he says and I look at him curiously. I nod for him to go on. "We've heard you wake up after a nightmare and we know that Peeta is the solution, that he…" he stops not knowing how to end the sentence.

"…Knows how I'm feeling," I finish. "Peeta and I slept together on the victory tour. I mean, uh, in the same bed," I quickly say, reminding myself that 'slept together' sounds like we've slept together. Wow, I'm getting myself confused. "You know what I mean," I blush. "When I'm with him I just… don't have so many nightmares. Sometimes I do and when I wake up he's there and all he has to do is hold me and I'm fine," I admit.

"Yeah," my father says, somewhat awkwardly. "That's why your mom and I decided that Peeta can, uh, sleep here."

My eyes widen. Are they serious? I know this is my house but I wouldn't dare let Peeta sleep over without asking my parents. "Really?" I ask in disbelief.

They nod and for some unknown reason tears fill my eyes again. "Oh god," I moan. "Why do I keep crying?"

"It's okay to cry Katniss," Prim whispers.

"It's not when you can't afford to look weak," I mumble and take a bite out of my bacon. I look at my mom and dad. "Thank you," I whisper and then burst into tears. I look away in embarrassment and try wiping them away but they won't stop.

I give up and try eating with tears flowing down my cheeks. "I'm going to kill him," I sob. "After the games, somehow both Peeta and I, we're going to get out of the arena and we're going to kill him." I ramble on and on about how I hate the Capitol and how I hope that there are microphones so Snow knows to be prepared.

A knock comes from the front door and I stand up to answer it. It's Peeta. "You ready?" he asks.

"I just need my shoes," I reply and let him in. I go upstairs to fetch my shoes and when I go back into the kitchen I find my mom and Peeta discussing our diets.

"I'll give you vitamins and vegetables but you'll need sugar to get energy," she explains and looks at me. "Katniss, I'll be feeding you a lot. You are still really thin and getting something in you will help you a lot." I nod, realising all I have to do is eat… And then Peeta reminds me about training.

"I can take you into the woods," my father speaks up," I'll teach you how to swim in the lake, how to climb trees and make snares."

"And I can teach you about all the different herbs," Prim says and I smile. Everyone wants to help and I feel like crying all over again.

"We have to go," I say and drag Peeta out of my house.

Peeta

The next few weeks we spend training for the games. Haymitch helps us fight, teaching us different moves. Mr. Everdeen helps us climb trees; we practice so many times that we can reach the top of a very tall tree in about ten minutes. He teaches Katniss and I how to swim, how to make snares and how to use a bow and arrow, that lesson was for me- Katniss is an expert. Mrs. Everdeen cooks our meals and orders us to take vitamins. Prim teaches us about herbs that could save our lives and I realise that she's really smart for a thirteen year old.

Too soon it's the day before the reaping and I have to admit I am terrified. There are new, horrible Peacekeepers arriving too keep behaving. Katniss and I are in her bedroom. She's sitting there, writing in the old book filled with different plants while I quietly sketch her. "I wish we'd married sooner," Katniss whispers and I look up to find her staring at me.

"Me too," I reply.

"I wish we could've spent more time together, happily before we found out about the Quell," she says.

"Who says we have to be sad?"

She shrugs and we just stare at each other for a while. She slowly walks over to me and stands in front of me. She kneels down so she's my height and runs her finger along my jaw. "I wish I'd told you sooner," she whispers.

"Told me what?" I ask as she tangles her fingers in my hair and puts her arms around me.

"That I love you," she whispers and presses her lips to mine.

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