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We wake well into noon the next day. Most of the night we didn't sleep. The cold bit into our backs. Making it hard for us to rest. Between Peeta's chattering teethe and my mother murmuring my name every few minutes, I didn't sleep well into the night.
My screams wake me, pulling my out of my dreams. I open my eyes to see Peeta blonde hair first.
"Katniss," Peeta says. Shaking me.
I reach out for him. Pulling him down to me. The memories of losing Prim in a crowd made up of Capital people. leave a bitter taste in my mouth. Vivid blues and greens of the painted people stain my mind as I come down from my terror. She screamed to me as they swept her away. Her finger reached out for mine. Trying their best to close the gap between us. The worst part was the fire that consumed her.
When I choke out a sob I know I'm gonna be sick. I push Peeta away quickly sitting up to vomit to left.
"What's wrong!" I hear Rory ask.
When I feel Peeta's hand on my back, rubbing me lightly. The sun is high in the sky. The air was chilled on my cheeks and ears. Rory hands me his water and I drink some and hand it back.
"She's okay Rory. That's what pregnancy does. She's gonna be alright. We need to get ready," I hear Gale from behind us. He sounds stern and collect.
As we get ready I watch Peeta. He seems productive today. Putting away his own sleeping bag and putting on his shoes. He's quiet never looking up at me. I know he's thinking of last night. I know he's trying to put two and two together. Gale was completely out of line bringing up what happened out here. Especially in front on Rory, my mother, and Peeta.
We are packed and ready to leave when I pull the pack on and pain shoots right through me. The same pain. I clench my teethe trying to hold in my yelp. Dropping the pack to the floor. Peeta runs over to me. Dropping his own pack.
"Hey, What's wrong?" Peeta asks. His voice is like music to my ears. There's emotion, a good sign.
"It's pain in my stomach. I thought it had gone away."
"Gone away? Katniss you've been having pain and didn't tell me?" Peeta's voice is convicting.
"I couldn't, you was to out of it, I thought it would be gone by now."
Peeta huffs. "You can't be selfless with our child in there, Katniss. After it's out you can lie and be as selfish as you want." He says. Roughly grabbing the pack from my feet. And slinging it over his shoulder. I am stunned by his coldness. It wasn't what I expected from him. Just yesterday he was holo and quiet, now he's bitter.
"Katniss, do you want to rest?" Gale asks a few yards away. I shake my head not wanting to say anything to start Peeta up. He was clearly upset about yesterday.
Falling into a routine of walking for hours, stopping to eat and rest for the night. Back in district 12 the woods was my second home. I've spent most of my time out in it's wilderness. So sitting in the dark woods, counting my arrows, shouldn't frighten me. The deeper we go. The more it's certain we can never go back. Dinners with Prim, nights on the sofa with Peeta, my mother brewing herds on the kitchen. All thing I wouldn't have for a long time. The moments hold a sense of safety for me. Even if it was false, I still long for it. I know in District 13 it wouldn't be any safer. If the rebellion dwindles and the rebel's are defeated 13 will be the least safest place to raise this child.
We are far enough away from the District for Gale to agree to a fire. The soft light of the fire cascading on us as we surround it in silence. Rory's head lays on My mother's lap. Her finger soothing his hair behind his ear. Like she used to with Prim. Gale lays in his sleeping bag his back towards us. Probably sleeping. Next to me Peeta's hair glows in the light. His blonde locks dirty from the hike brushes against my thigh. Lately Peeta has been distant. Only touching me if I need help climbing. He's limited his vocabulary towards me too just a few sentences he repeats if necessary. But even in his coldness he stays close to me. It seemed his goal to keep me comfortable without comforting me. The very subtle thing he does to show me it's just for the child in me set fire to my chest. A slow burn of rejection aches deep in me. Even as his head slightly touches my thigh. I can feel it's out of duty. The light covers his face. His eyes closed, his lips pouting dry and cracked. Sleeping in his sleeping bag. I can be in there right now. Warm against his chest. His hands on my stomach. I longed for it badly. I longed for his soft tender lips on my neck and his breath in my hair. Yet he denies me of it. Just because I couldn't tell him. Because I wouldn't. I never will if I could help it.
"Katniss," Rory says. Catching my attention.
This entire walk Rory has stayed close to Gale. Their sibling bickering back and forth kept me partly intrigued. It reminds me of prim and I.
"Yes."
"Can I go with you hunting? I really want to keep pract-" He starts.
"No" Gale says cutting Rory off. Rory and I jumped at the sound of his voice. He doesn't roll over. Instead he fixes his arm as a pillow in frustration.
"Why not? I think it would be good for him to come," I say.
"Because he told me about the last time you took him, which I wasn't aware of by the way," he says turning around. Facing the fire.
"I'm alive right?" Rory points out.
"I teach him and that's it, end of discussion."