Hey I'm sorry that it's been such a long time since I posted another chapter! But I have so much homework and crap! I've given you a prize, this chapter is a little longer! This is just a suggestion one of my loyal reviews gave me. I decided to use it, so here it is. But this has a twist?! (Creepy music plays) And you guys do know that the genuisness behind all this is from Suzanne Collins right? I'm not that smart to create characters, places, events, etc. like this. So here you go READ and REVIEW!
Rory's Point of View
Prim was helpful nursing me back to health. Every day she'd sit with me and get me things I needed, like water and food. Then when I wasn't sleeping she'd talk and talk and talk. If she wasn't talking to me, I'd be bored out of my mind. I slept on the sofa in the living room the whole time I was sick. I didn't want Prim to get sick too so I made her sleep in our bedroom. However, the second night she must have slept with me because as I was waking up, I saw her try to sneak back upstairs without me noticing. I grabbed her wrist and she screamed. I told her not to sleep with me while I was sick. And so she did it again, the third night. But just like I kept telling her, "You should sleep upstairs, so you don't catch what I have", and what do you know, she caught it.
"Prim Prim Prim-Prim... I told you-" I start
"Shut it Rory!" she hisses
"I'm sorry. What do you want me to do for you?" I ask gently
"Um... can you get me some... water, ice-cream, and pickles?" she asks hopefully
"Okay... but are you sure this food won't upset your stomach?" I ask curiously
"Just get me the food! Did I ask you questions when you wanted food?" she says with an attitude I've never seen or heard before
"Okay I'll just go get it then..." I say and leave for the kitchen
"Bye bye" she says her eyes widening. She points to the kitchen and rolls her eyes as I leave.
Jeez? I've never seen her like this. She's usually so kind, even when she's having a bad day. She'll try an yell at me, but then she starts crying, because she hates yelling. I was waiting for her to break and say sorry, or something but she never did. But I guess she gets this way when she's not feeling too well. I hope she gets better soon, and I don't get sick again.
Faze one: The ice cream. I go to the freezer and find the colorful tub of frozen delights. Whenever we buy ice cream we have to buy mint chocolate chip. And it has to be pink. You'd think she'd want the regular green kind but no, pink it is. I grab it out of the freezer and find the ice cream spoon. I get a bowl too and stuff as much pink ice cream as I can. Then I let her eat out of the big spoon because she likes it that way.
Faze two: The pickles. We always buy pickles because both of us consumer like a whole container a day. I open the food pantry and reach for the pickles behind the rice. They aren't the sandwich kind, but the oval shaped ones. She probably want a bunch of these. I pick four out and put them in another bowl. Then I grab the pickle bowl and the ice cream bowl, making my way over to the living room. But not before I remember to get her some water.
I find her watching television, with a smile her face. Wasn't she just mad at me? And now she's smiling? I'm confused! Whatever... I take a seat next to her and get her attention.
"Hey, I got your pink ice cream, the big spoon, and four pickles. Your water is on the table over here." I say carefully, handing her the frozen dessert first.
"Thank you cuddle buddy!" she cooes
"You're welcome... snuggle friend?" I say uncomfortably
"Come here, I need a pillow!" I she says groping for my arm and smiling like crazy. So she doesn't want all this food?
"Okay..." I say. I love being her pillow. But why is she changing moods so quickly? I kind of like this mood, but it's not right! I just hope she doesn't change into a raging bitch again!
"So... how do you feel?" I ask her
"Uh... my head hurts and my nose is runny and... I'm freezing and I don't want to puke. I don't think I will though." she says as if I were asking a five year old.
"I'm sorry, but I'll be right here for you the whole time." I say reassuringly
"You are so nice to me!" she replies
"That's because I love you." I say grinning
"I love you more, Mr. Cuddle Man!" she says and pokes my nose with her pointer finger once
"Okay, I know. You should take a nap." I say calmly
"I will because now, I have my pillow and a warm body with me." she says looking up at him
I'm seating on the couch facing the television, like everybody does. Prim's head is on my collar bone and her hair all around me. Her right leg is wrapped around my back while her left is wrapped around my front. They meet at me side and hook together. I can't move but this is very comfy. Her stomach is pressed against the ribs on my left. My left arm cradles her head/hair and the farther one holds her waist, pulling her closer. She rubs her cheek against my collar bone and falls asleep.
RING! RING! RING! RING!
Please don't wake her up, please don't wake her up! You stupid phone!
I unhook my arm from her waist and swing it over so I can grab the phone. It's on the coffee table right next to me. I fumble to grab it but succeed in the outcome. The screen says "H. Gale" Oh Gale, I miss talking to you! I press talk and hold it to me ear.
"Hello" I say calmly
"Hey little brother, how's district four?" he says with excitement
"It's fun. I'm living with Prim now, but unfortunatly she's sick today." I say sadly
"Really? I'm sorry, tell her I hope she feels better. Guess what?" he says happily
"What? Is it good?" I ask curiously
"The best! JOHNNPRGNET!" he screams
"WOAH SLOW DOWN! Say it again!" I say in the loudest whisper I can produce
"My wife, Johanna, is pregnant!" he says slower
"OH MY GOD! YOU'RE GONNA BE A DADDY!" I say happily
"I know right! And you, and Peeta are his Uncle!" he exclaims
"His? You're having a son?" this is amazing
"Yeah two actually!" he says
"Damn! I am so happy for you guys! Come here as soon as you can!" I say
"We will! How about next weekend?" he questions
"Okay, Prim should be perfectly fine by then. Come over whatever time works for you!" I cheer
"We will. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm a dad! I love you bro, I gotta go. Johanna's hurting. Bye" he says quickly
"Love you two big bro." I say and hang up
WOW! My big brother is going to be a daddy! Of two little boys! I'm so happy! Suddenly Prim wakes up.
"Hey baby" I say carefully
She doesn't have time to respond, just sprints to the bathroom as fast as she can. I hear the door slam and start walking over. My ear is pressed against the door and I hear her throwing up. She's definetly not doing too good. I have to get in there. I twist the door knob, locked. I knew it, she always does this.
"Are you okay in there by yourself?" I hesitate
"Yeah just go back to the living room. Don't worry I'm fine. Love you."
"I love you more, but hate when you're like this." I say and walk away.
She's been acting like herself now. That's really strange, going from raging bitch to perky girl then back to her normal self. Could she be...? Pregnant? No no no... Well... we did go pretty far... I doubt it, but maybe. I don't know. Theses voices are confusing me so much. And its not like I can just ask her "Hey babe, you pregnant?" She'd be pissed! I sit on the couch and wait. Twenty minutes later she comes out. Her hair is in a pony tail, the kind she makes when she's going to work.
"Heyy..." I drift off. I stand up and hold her hand gently
"I want to got to work." she says sadly
"You mean to see if you're okay?" I ask and grab both of her hands
"Mhmm" she groans
"Yes this is Primrose Everdeen. She's not feeling well today, so we need a check up." I tell the assistant nicely
"Yup, she can go right into room six" the kind lady responds
"Okay come on, we're going right over here." I tell her in her ear softly
"Yayy..." she whispers stoic
I guide her slowly over to the sixth room. Then I lift her fragile body up onto the white patient bed. I lay her head on the matching pillow, holding her hand. She turns her head toward me and whispers
"Do you think I'm okay?"
"Of course you are, just a little flu porbably, that's all." I reassure
"I guess." she says simply
The doctor comes inside and sits on the rolling stool.
"Hello Prim, you already know me from the right wing. I'm Dr. Famstein. You said you weren't feeling good?" he greets
"Yeah, my head hurts, stomach feels weird, and I was puking earlier." she tells him
"Okay, I'm just going to need some blood work. Then I can tell you what seems to be the problem." he says nicely
"Sure" she says tiredly
Dr. Famstein reaches over and takes a vile out of a small plastic contain. Then he grabs a disenfecting wipe and opens it from the packet. He slides the wipe across her arm very smoothly. He hums, quietly like he's done this many times before and slowly pushes the tiny needle into her arm. I squeeze her hand as the vile turns red, taking her blood. She closes her eyes and relaxes her body. He finishes and her blue eyes look at the world again.
"Thank you, I'll be right back. I just need to run through some tests with this, it'll only take five minutes." the doctor says and exits the room.
"Hey, he'll back real soon. He just needs to take some tests with your blood, okay" I repeat
"Yeah, I'm tired." she whines
"It's okay, we're going to go home soon. I promise." I tell her.
I grab the stool and sit on it, eye level with my Prim. My hand reaches over and thoroughly twirls her hair still in the pony tail. The other rubs her tummy soothingly. Her chest rises and falls slowly, but she's not sleeping, just closing her eyes. I place slow mini kisses on her ear and tell her it's going to be okay. It's been seven minutes and the doctor isn't back. I continue these motions and she opens her eyes after a while. Ten minutes later and I'm ready to go look for him myself, when he finally opens the door and walks in.
"I'm sorry for the wait." he says generously
"Okay, what's the news?" I ask worried
"There's bad and good news. Which do you want first?" he questions
I look at Prim and she gives me a thumbs up.
"The good news" I say
"Well, in nine months, the two of you will be parents to a little girl." he says
I'm going to be a dad?! I've always wanted this! Now we have it! I can't believe it. I was just rubbing our little girl! And that's why she's been acting so peculiar. I look at her mother and she smile brightly resting her hands on our baby. I grab her hands and kiss them gently.
"But, I'm not finished. You'll be having a little girl and a little boy. Twins." he recites
I thought I was happy as hell, now I'm crying tears of joy. I smile at Prim with tears in my eyes and hold up two fingers. TWO! WE'RE HAVING A BOY AND A GIRL! Gale is having two boys, their cousins!
"The bad news is... Prim has-"
That's right! Cliff hanger! Don't kill me please, I've got this all planned out! You'll love it! Just be patient! The next chapter should be posted about Wednesday MAYBE! I'm really busy. If you can guess what the bad news is and leave a suggestion, you'll suggestion should be in the next chapter(s). Please review!