The Letter
I was walking inside the house when I saw Peeta sit down at the kitchen table. I had been outside relaxing in my chair and reading. I sat down beside him and I could see the pain in his face.
"Peeta, what's wrong?" I asked. When he didn't answer, I took the paper out of his hands and read it.
Katniss,
I just want to tell you how sorry I am to tell you this, but they found Gale out in the woods. Nobody had seen him and they went looking. They found him in a cave, and battered with cuts and bruises. He was attacked by something we can't decide. They flew him to the Capitol, and I will call later when I find out more. I am so sorry. On the hovercraft he told the medics that he wanted to die. He wanted to because he knew he had no reason to live anymore. Sorry.
Haymitch
The words struck me with instant pain. I then realized why Peeta looked hurt. Gale wanted to die so he pissed off an animal and made it attack him. I knew he would do something like that. I put the letter down and walked back outside. I went out the front door this time and started walking. It was extremely difficult, considering my belly. I didn't care though. I wanted to get away and walk. I was getting tired about half the way to town and sat down on the ground. I lay back and put my head on the grass. After a few minutes I heard Peeta.
"Katniss, I am so sorry. I know what he means to you," he said laying beside me.
"What he meant. Sorry Peeta, but the minute he asked what it might have been like without you. With you dead. I knew then that he didn't mean anything to me. All he was to me was a pile of dirt. Some nothing. He doesn't mean anything to me anymore."
"Let's go back to the house. We can watch tv and sit by the fire. Or if you want we can just sit by the fire and drink hot chocolate. All up to you."
"Let's just go, eat, and sit by the fire and drink hot chocolate. I want to spend time with you. Just us two." I said standing up. Which again took effort.
"It already is us," he said laughing. We walked back to the cottage hand in hand. When we got back, I sat on the couch while Peeta cooked. He was getting to be a good cook. I was in the bed most of the time anyways.
After we ate, he made hot chocolate and we sat on the floor with out backs against the couch. Taking small sips for a few minutes was getting boring so I gulped about half of the cup down. Then I felt something move inside me.
I coughed on my drink and sat it on the floor. "Peeta! Give me your hand!" I said reaching for it. I didn't give him time to reject as I put his hand to my stomach. I put it right were I felt it.
"It kicked!" he said.
"I know!" I said laughing. He moved his hand around and felt another. It felt really weird, but made me laugh. And I could tell he was happy too.
"Our Makayla is ready to come see us," he said kissing my cheek.
"I am so happy. I am so so so excited and can't wait to see our Makayla. I can't wait until she gets here," I said. Peeta put his other arm around me and with his hand still on my stomach, we sat there. On the floor. Laughing and smiling. Happy for the baby. Happy for us. But down in the pit of my stomach I felt bad. Bad for Gale. Bad for Haymitch. My mom. How she couldn't be here with me. But when I looked to Peeta, I saw my future. My amazing future with the boy with the bread.