Okay guys, let me just inform you of something. When I write sometimes I get so into it that I write things that don't make sense, such as the last line of chapter 50. I took another look at it and have seen exactly what you mean by being confused. I realise that my fingers were typing out of rhythm with my brain. I have changed it so now it makes sense, I hope! This is what I wrote- 'This is it. I think. My first time with a Victor of the Hunger Games that isn't from 12, not that I have slept with Katniss, but I've fallen for Johanna as I did Katniss.' I hope that now it makes sense! You understand what I mean right… right? Anyway, thank you so much for the reviews, I woke up stumbled over to my desk and checked my phone to be stunned at how much had come through overnight. I thought I was dreaming! Anyway thanks and keep reviewing for the baby. It's chapter 56. So ScorpioGirl20, you were a chapter off! Thanks guys! Everlark4ever75 xx
Chapter 52
Katniss's POV
Another two weeks passes and Peeta has been given the 'okay' to go on the Mission. I am so scared that he is going to die, but he is reminding me every day that he will be fine. It reassures me for a few minutes and then I go back to worrying. I really hope that he doesn't die, because I love him way too much and I need him the most that I have ever before.
He doesn't realise that I wake up in the middle of the night every night and cry, because I get so worried that he will die. I need to stop thinking about it like that, but I just can't. He tells me that if I think like that all the time, we will miss the opportunity to have a good time before he goes. I think then think about him dying more. My head is so messed up.
I have had another false labour during those two weeks and it was the most painful. I thought that I was going to go through labour. Peeta got so worried. So did I, because I didn't want our baby to born premature.
I mean, I wouldn't care if they were born premature because we would still love them just as much, but it would be better that they were born healthy and on the birth date that was set.
Dr Reeds has said that I am now eight months and a week. Peeta was going away in just a weeks' time. I am so scared. What if I have the baby while he is there? What if he doesn't make it back to meet his son or daughter? What ifs are all that run through my head. I am interrupted by someone's voice.
"Katniss." The voice says. I shake my head and look in front of me to see who it was. "Hey Peeta." I say. He crouches in front of me. "You were think about the mission and that baby again weren't you?" He says.
Why does Peeta know me so well? I shake my head. "No." I lie. He gives me a glare. "Katniss, I know you are lying. Don't worry about me, I will be fine." He assures me again. The second time today. I nod.
"Do you want help up?" He asks me standing up and extending his hand to me. I haven't been able to do that much because my stomach as grown to be a planet. I was sitting here waiting for Peeta to finish his training and never thought if I needed to get up. Peeta has been helping me with everything, because I have become so useless.
I nod again and my hand grabs onto his. He hold out his other hand and I grab onto it. He pulls me up in one swift motion. But still slow enough that he doesn't cause any pain. Once I am standing we let one hand go and then our other hands get a better grip. "Thank you." I say to him. "You don't need to say thank you to everything I help you with." He states.
I smiles as he kisses my fore head. His other hand places on my stomach. "How is our little baby?" He asks. "Perfect." I say. He smiles and places his lips to mine. I pull away and look into Peeta's eyes. His eyes are the most magnificent blue colour in the world. I love them so much.
We start to walk back to our room. Slowly we walk because the weight is causing my feet to ache. So Peeta and I walk slowly where ever we go. "What did you do in training?" I ask him.
"The same. Lifting, shooting, athletic skills and lots of running." He answers. "Doesn't all of that running on your prosthetic leg cause you pain?" I ask. "It does, but I get used to the pain in my leg." He says.
"And you not being able to walk the usual pace that you do, is making me walk slower and doesn't cause me as much pain as it would." He says. "Come on Peeta. I can't help being pregnant." I whine. He smiles and we continue walking.
We go have lunch and then start to head back to our room. "Peeta." I say. "Yes." He answers. "I think we should go and see Haymitch." I announce. He stops and looks at me with a strange expression. "What?" He says.
"I want to go and see Haymitch. I want to talk to him." I say. "Are you sure? Because I don't want you to go off at him, because when I am on the mission with Gale, Finnick and Johanna, besides your mother, Prim and Annie, he will be there to help you if you need it." He finishes. "Exactly. That's what I want to do. Talk to him and sort things out." I tell him.
"Is that what you want?" He asks. I nod. "I want to clear things up with him. He is surprisingly a good friend that I miss being around." I say. "Okay, let's go to Haymitch's." He says taking my hand and walking the opposite way.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Peeta asks me again as we walk closer to Haymitch's door. "Yes. I am sure." I reassure him. "Fine." He says knocking on the door. I take and deep breath and grab a tighter grip on his hand. I hear something on the other side of the door and my eyes slam shut. I feel Peeta give me a little peck on the cheek and I open my eyes as the door opens.
I see a sober blonde man standing in front of us. "Hey sweetheart." He says. "Hey Haymitch." I answer.
"Can we come in Haymitch?" Peeta asks. Haymitch steps aside and we walk in. He motions us to sit on the couch, I don't refuse because I am in quite a lot a pain from the weight on my feet. "So, what do you want?" He asks. "You obviously know that I am your Uncle now. So what do you want?" He asks. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about." I state.
"Of course you did." He retorts. "Haymitch, just because little girl asked if she had any Aunty or Uncles doesn't mean that you have to be so mean to the one you have been around the most. Katniss hasn't done anything, all she did was find out that you were her Uncle, and she probably would like to have a civil conversation with him." Peeta says. Peeta can always persuade someone.
"Fine, go on. Ask me whatever you want to know sweetheart." He says leaning back in the chair on the other side coffee table. "Thank you Haymitch." Peeta says. Haymitch gives him a little glare. I look at him. "Why didn't you tell me?" I ask. He pulls himself back from the table and balances his elbows on his knees.
"For starters, why would I only tell you? Many other people would want to know probably more than you." He first says. "Haymitch." Peeta says. "Anyway, I didn't tell you because if they knew I had family, they would kill them off to get me to do things I wouldn't want to do. So, when I became a Victor I said my parents died young, which wasn't a lie, and that I never had any siblings. See what I did to protect you, if I told them about your mother then you probably wouldn't have been born." He continues.
"I told Wendy that if I said she was my sister that she would get killed, so I told her that to stay away from me would be the best thing." He takes a deep breath and clears his throat.
"When Prim's name was picked, I knew you would volunteer, because I used to see you walk with her when I went out. I knew how much you cared about her. And now District 12 has two Abernathy's." He waves his hand in the air.
"I know that you are an Everdeen, but you will always be an Abernathy." He says. I stare at him in shock. "Are you sure you aren't related to Peeta? Because he watched me walk home every day as well." I say angrily. "Hey." Peeta says with an edge in his voice.
"Sweetheart, don't take it out on him. He hasn't done anything. He is leaving in a week to go to the Capitol and he may not come back. So if you are going to take anything out on anyone it should be me, because you need to spend the last few days inseparable from him instead of far away." He says pointing his finger from me to Peeta every few seconds.
I feel my eyes swelling with tears. I squeeze my eyes shut and I feel the tears dropping onto my cheeks. My hand grabs onto my mouth and I feel more tears falling onto my hand. "Good job Haymitch. I only just managed to get her to stop thinking about me dying." Peeta says placing a hand on my shoulder.
"This is wake-up call she needs. She needs to know that not all people come back alive." He says. "Just stop Haymitch." Peeta growls at him. "He is right." I say. I sniff and wipe the tears from my face. "You may not come back." I continue with more tears trying to escape my eyes. "Katniss, I will come back. I have to come back. I am not going to leave you." Peeta says.
"You might die Peeta. You might never see me again. You might not ever see our child." I start to cry more feeling every tear hit my skin. "Katniss stop thinking like that. I won't let anything happen. I will come back from the Capitol with Snow dead and we will have this baby and then move back to 12 and live our lives together." He says. "I can't do this Peeta. I can't do this." I say.
"Well done Haymitch. You broke her." I hear Peeta say. "I broke nothing. As I said I am keeping everything true. What, you think that it is going to be a definite yes that you will be returning back?" He asks me. "I know that the odds are not in my favour, but I am going to try my hardest to get back here. I have to be here for them. I have too." I hear Peeta finish.
My eyes have begun to sting from the amount of tears that have been shed these few minutes. I knew that coming here was a mistake, besides me better judgement.
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