I'm awoken by Peeta calling my name. I sleepily rub my eyes and sit up. It was crazy how much I was sleeping. It must be the pregnancy. A smile pulls across my lips when I see Peeta looking down at me.
"Hey, Kat." He smiles and scoops me up before sitting down and laying my head in his lap. He leans down placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
"Hey. So, I called Doctor Aurelius. He wants you to be there by Monday to get a new long. He also is going to give you some therapy on my pregnancy to reduce the chances of you having a flashback." I let out a sigh after I tell him. I still wasn't a fan of him going to the Capitol. I know the Capitol is find now, but I was still wary. Especially after everything he endured there.
"Will you be coming with me?" I look up meeting his blue eyes.
"It's probably better for me to stay here, I mean someone needs to keep an eye on Haymitch." I poke his side and even though I see the disappointment in his eyes he laughs.
"He has Effie." I give a shrug of my shoulders. Effie was all about manners, but no one could keep Haymitch in control. The thought makes me laugh.
"Like, Effie can keep him in control." Honestly I wanted to go with Peeta but I would just end up sitting in a hotel room by myself all day, so it was almost pointless to go.
"Can't change your mind?" He looks at me with a mask of disappointment.
"Peeta, you know I want to go with you, but I'd just end up in a hotel room all day with nothing to do. I mean at least here I can check on the bakery for you, and make sure Haymitch and Effie are fine." He nods and leans down kissing me.
"Well, we've still got this weekend before I have to leave." Something in his face looks mischievous and I can't help but grin.
"Now, do you think that's a good idea. Me being pregnant and all." He chuckles and smirks at me.
"I don't see any harm." I shake my head laughing, and before I can object his lips are on mine with a heated passion. My arms wind around his neck as I sit up careful not to move my lips from his. My fingers knot in the back of his hair and I move my legs to straddle his lap. His hand moves to the exposed skin at my sides from where my shirt had raised.
I feel warmth radiate through me at his touch. The warmth spreads through my entire being. I kiss him hard and feel his tongue run along my bottom lip just lightly, and very teasingly. I open my mouth allowing access. Our tongues meet and I suddenly feel a major need for Peeta, not just a want. His hands slide up my sides under my shirt causing me to shiver in delight.
His lips leave mine and travel down to my neck, and then my collar bone. He nips at the crook of my neck lightly causing me to groan in pleasure.
"What was that you were saying about this not being a good idea?" His breath comes our ragged against my neck and I feel my head spinning.
"I don't - I wasn't...Just - Damn you Peeta." I stutter stumbling over my words unable to think clearly. This causes him to chuckle.
"That's what I thought." He slips my shirt off over my head and resumes kissing my neck. His hands roam over my bare stomach, which remains flat at the moment, but in a few weeks it would be sticking out slightly, as our baby grows. His lips travel from my neck down to my still covered breasts. I whimper as he kisses between them.
"Peeta..." I whimper his name which only causes him to grin. His hands run up my back and I arch it instinctively. "That's not fair." I object and he chuckles his warm breath sending a shiver up my spine. His hand slides up to the back of my bra and teasing unclasps it slowly. "Let's go upstairs, in case Haymitch walks in." I whisper in his ear breathing heavily. He lets my bra fall from my body and scoops me up carrying me up stairs.
~Two days later~
I walk with Peeta to the train station sighing slightly. I didn't want him to leave. We walk in a comfortable silence, there wasn't much to say really.
"I'll see you tomorrow night." He leans down planting a soft tender kiss on my lips. I hug him tightly, burying my face in his shoulder.
"I love you." I whisper as he strokes my hair.
"I love you too, Kat." We pull away and he places a kiss on my forehead before getting on the train. I sigh and start walking back to the house. I reach the house and pull off my jacket, the cold air instantly biting at my skin as I do. Groaning in frustration, tired of the cold I walk to the living room and start a fire.
I plant myself on the couch watching the flames dance in vibrant oranges and red, licking the walls of the fireplace. Fire. I've had too much experience with fire for my liking. I idly wonder where Buttercup has been, usually he comes around once a day but I haven't seen him since yesterday. I push myself from the couch deciding to go looking for him.
I pull my jacket back on and walk out the back door. As soon as I do I find him. My breath gets caught in my throat and I sink to my knees covering my mouth trying to hold in the chocked sobs. I look over his lifeless body. I squeeze my eyes shut willing this to be a dream. I can't lose the last bit of my sister.
"Buttercup! Buttercup! Hey, ugly! Wake up!" My voice doesn't sound mean and harsh, it's colored with desperation and tears. I find myself shaking his lifeless body and find the tears streaming down my face as the sobs escape me. "Please don't be dead. Please." I beg, though I know it's no good. The last thing of my sister that I had is gone.
I'm suddenly wishing more than anything for Peeta to come back. Praying he will come through the door and make me feel better, and assure me everything will be okay. I wrap my arms around my stomach as the tears fall onto his ugly yellow coat. My fragile glass heart was cracking. It had took Peeta so long to put it back together, and I never took into account Buttercup's death. I guess I refused to believe he'd die.
"Katniss!" Haymitch's voice is frantic, and I realize I must've been yelling pretty loudly. I don't reply instead I stay on my knees hugging myself as the tears fall and sobs rack my body. I feel Haymitch arm wrap around my shoulder.
"Katniss what's - " He cuts himself off when he see's Buttercup. I let him embrace me in a comforting hug, as I cry into his shoulder. "It was a bad time for the boy to leave, wasn't it?" I nod hugging him tightly.
"Dear, what's wrong?" Effie walks out joining us. Haymitch releases me and explains to her. Now it's her turn to hug me. I'm unable to speak, and truth me told I don't want to. I just wanted Peeta to be here. Effie stands up pulling me with her. I look back at Buttercup and feel another wave of sobs overtake me. She's really gone now.
"Why don't you stay at our house until Peeta's back, I don't think leaving you alone is a good idea." Effie says and Haymitch nods in agreement. I don't have it in my to argue so I just follow them back to their house. When we get there I curl up in the corner of the couch hugging a pillow to myself. I let the tears fall from my eyes.
"Sweetheart, you got to talk to us." Haymitch's voice sounds sober, and so much older. I just shake my head and bury my face in the pillow. All the fragile pieces Peeta took so long to put back together felt like they were slowly falling back apart. I know once Peeta gets back it'll be easier to handle.
I don't move from that spot on the couch too numb to do anything. I stay there even when I know I'm suppose to meet Peeta at the train station. I didn't want to go out in public and have people see me like this, so Haymitch goes for me.
"Katniss?" I wake up to Peeta looking down at me with concern. I must look worse than I thought because his falls. "Are you alright?" I groan shaking my head. "Look at me, Kat. It'll be okay. He's with Prim now." I shake my head and try to push away when he pulls me into his arms, but he isn't having that.
"I lost my last piece of Prim." My voice is hoarse when I speak, after not speaking and crying. I let him take me in his arms and I cry into his shoulder as he holds me stroking my hair. We sit there unspeaking for the rest of the night until I fall asleep. Being in Peeta's arms again does offer a sense of relief, and I'm reminded I can't sink back into my depression. I need to stay strong for Peeta and our unborn child.