So here I am, about FIVE WEEKS LATE.
Yh, I'm sorry. I don't really have an excuse. But I'm going to tell you what happened anyway. So, you know how I was going to publish this chapter on the same day as the last one, well, I actually did finish writing this one. Then, for some reason, I couldn't upload the file onto the website. :( So I was stuck for like, two weeks, thinking 'How on earth will I get this thing on?!'
Then I discovered something MAGICAL. I found...the copy button.
However, life got REALLY busy. The only chance I could get onto fanfiction was on my sister's ipod.
So five weeks on, here it is. Chapter 14 of my story.
I want to add:
The Family Games - 1. The Wedding Games
2. The Show Games
(possibly) 3. ?
Finally, if your a twilight fan, check out my new Twilight story. It's called 'The Blood of a Volturi Guard' and will be up sometime today or tomorrow.
Thanks and enjoy! x
P.S I know it said I would be releasing the Show Games on October 27, but by now it is blindingly obvious I haven't stuck to that. So, it will become a (possibly early) Christmas Pressie! x
Peeta POV
The Sun poured into the room, lighting up Katniss with a giant beam of Sunlight. Her body was curled up against mine, and I did have my arm over her, my hand on her abdomen. In less that four months, I was going to be a father. A father to either a little boy or a little girl. I had no idea what it was to be, as Katniss had pestered that it should be a surprise ever since her twenty week scan, but I was secretly hoping for a girl. A little girl who looks just like my Katniss.
Today, like any usual day, I had woken up in the early hours of the morning. I leaned over Katniss and pulled any loose strands of hair from her face. She twitched, as if seeing a disoriented image, and I immediately started whispering words and holding her close. She did that a lot recently, when she moved into her sixth month. It was the second week of that month, and the Summer breeze started to hover in the air. I often wondered what was making her groan, what was her image? However, she never told me.
I lay there, comforting Katniss, until her own eyes shot open. It was more of a disturbed sort of gasp than a tired groan, which made me suspicious. "Are you alright Sweetheart?" She looked at me with worried eyes, but they quickly faded away to reveal happy and content eyes, as if she was pleased to see me alive...
"I'm fine." I hated when she said that. It gave me no idea what was really wrong, other than the fact that I knew she was lying. I decided not to push it for now, however, as there were much more pressing matters.
"So...are you excited for the day ahead?"
"No," was her short one word answer. I didn't blame her that much, but it would be adorable to finally see her properly with her bump. She'd been borrowing my shirts up until now, which did conceal the bump reasonably, but it meant I was rapidly missing shirts. Today, we were to receive a package containing the dreaded 'maternity clothes'. Katniss hated having to go round, showing off her bump to the world, but today she had no choice. It wouldn't be too much longer before the Capitol breathed the scent of this new information and took a few pictures. Two of which, they are allowed to show on the TV. One of Katniss, one of me. I was looking forward to Haymitch's reaction and I think Katniss secretly is too, as much as it pains her to admit it.
I sat up, dragging Katniss along with me. She flopped down and rested her head in my lap. I smiled. "Tired?" She nodded in reply like a little child. In some ways, she has the right to be. She's been an adult since eleven. I knew I had to go down and make her breakfast, well tea, but I didn't want to disturb her. She played it very well by deliberately closing her eyes, as if an order to me to not leave. I sighed. Katniss was being as stubborn as she could be. "Look, much I want to stay here, I have to go down." She groaned so I took to more direct solutions. I gently lifted her up and placed her back the way she should be, listening to the disgruntled groans the whole time. I jumped out of the bed, leaving her no choice but to stay put or follow me. She curled back up into a ball and pulled the covers over her, concealing her face. I tried not to laugh, but it was quite hard.
It was later on, when the package arrived and Katniss (whom finally gotten up) perked up. She'd been relaxing on the sofa, sitting in a unusual position on her legs, drinking a cup of water. I'd brought up her tea not fifteen minutes after I'd left her in the early hours of the morning, but she didn't get up until much later. Her footsteps, which were slowly getting heavier, were loud enough for me to hear when she trotted down the stairs. She appeared in the kitchen while I was making bread, hair all tangled and messy. That's when she took the decision to sulk while holding a cold glass of water.
The tap on the door signified the moment we'd all been waiting for. I opened it, in case there was a photographer outside waiting for Katniss to appear, much to her delight. It wasn't; just a ordinary looking man carrying a huge parcel. He passed it to me with a little knowingly smile before walking off. I shook my head slowly as I closed the door, for a reason I never knew. I walked into the room Katniss was in and her expression went from blank to 'kill-me-now'. I put the heavy package on her lap, from which she tore the paper very slowly. Her expression became a frown.
Sorry to leave it there, but I couldn't resist! Next chapter up soon x