Guys, I'm sorry for not updating for a looooooooooooooooooooooooong time, but I really have kind of run out ideas. Should I end this story, or if you guys want me to continue, then either comment or PM me some ideas. I'll try to update over the summer, but my school is taking my iPad, which is where I write, and my phone sucks at writing. So, please be patient, and I tried to not leave this chapter on a cliffie.
Xoxoxo- BellaLovesNutella
Katniss POV
I sleep with my ear pressed against Peeta's chest, listening to his heartbeat, unable to sleep. At about two in the morning, I still haven't fallen asleep, so I untangle myself from Peeta's limbs, and sneak over to the open window. I slip out onto the roof, as watch the stars twinkle up in the dark blue sky. I pull my legs up, and stare out, my heart feeling numb. A bit later, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my waist, and I turn to see Peeta.
His golden curls stick up many places, and dark circles are under his eyes.
"Nightmares?" he asks, sitting next to me on the roof. I share my head, and he kisses my cheek. "Then what's wrong? Well, I know what's wrong, but why are you here?"
He pulls me closer, and I say, "I've just been thinking. I'm really scared. I don't know how we're going to take care of the baby."
Two seconds later I feel a jolt of pain in my stomach.
"Ow!" I cry out in pain, clutching Peeta's arm.
"What's wrong?" he asks me nervously.
"It hurts," I cry. "Really really bad." Peeta scoops me up in his arms, and runs out of the house, to the hospital. Tears are streaming down my face, and I clutch my stomach in pain. Peeta burst through the hospital doors and says something to a nurse, who pulls out a gurney for me. I am screaming because of the pain, and the next thing I know everything fades to black.
When I wake up, I notice I am in a hospital room, and that there is an aching pain in my stomach. A nurse comes into my room, sullenly, with Peeta trailing behind. He has a worried expression on his face, and the nurse says to the room, "Mrs. Mellark, you seem to be fine, but the baby, well, it has passed. I'm so sorry for your loss."
And, well, I'm not sure how to take that news.