A/N: Finally! an update! i am so sorry that it has taken this long, I was super busy with mid-term exams, and then every other weekend writing completely slipped my mind.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, please, please tell me what you think in a review.
I know this chapter is a little shorter than usual, but I was just about to go to bed, when I remembered I felt so bad, so I made myself write, before I went to bed.
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I stare at the empty door in shock; Haymitch sitting beside me sighs, and stands
"I will give you two some space, work things out and all…" he says awkwardly, and quickly walks out of the room. I sit on the bed, unsure of what to do. Finally I get up and slowly walk out of the room, in search of Peeta. Finally I find him on the couch in our hotel living room. He is looking out the window, at the tall capitol buildings. After a long silence, he speaks
"What are you lying to me about?"
Its not his words that scare me, it's the tone of his voice, he sounds dead, hurt and beyond shocked.
"when I had that 'episode' a few days ago, I wasn't just shocked, or sick, the doctors told me…that I'm pregnant."
So many emotions cross his face in one second.
Happiness. Shock. Anger. Sadness. Grief, but most of all, hurt.
He doesn't speak for so long, that I become concerned.
"Peeta?"
He doesn't answer, just stares at me blankly, blinking slowly.
Finally he speaks.
"How far along are you?"
"Three weeks, I was two weeks when the doctor told me."
He nods. He gets up,
"Peeta?"
He ignores me and walks out of the room, I follow him, scared, he has never acted this way, I am scared for my marriage and my children. If he left me, no he wont, he never would, would he? I try to assure myself as I continue to follow Peeta, he doesn't speak, just paces the floor in our bedroom.
"Why did you keep it a secret from me?" he asks, his voice still sounding dead.
"Just because, well, when people find out that I'm pregnant, they always treat me differently, and treat me like I'm a delicate flower, I just cant stand it, so I thought if I didn't tell anyone for a while, it wouldn't be as unbearable, or last for a whole nine months." I say, my voice pleading.
I look at his face, his face is grave, but I can see his eyes softening underneath the hard stare of his eyes.
After another long silence, he finally speaks.
"don't you think you should of told me, I am the dad, I don't treat you differently, do i?"
"Not really, its just everybody, congratulating me, and touching my stomach, that drives me insane." I say.
He sighs. I know he is still displeased with me, but he hugs me.
"I'm going to have a rest, wake me up if the hospital calls." He says, and walks to the bed.
I enter Finley's room, and see him and Rue curled up together, on the floor. Sound asleep, colourful toy trucks sitting on their laps.
I smile, and grab a blanket from the bed; I tuck them in, and turn of the light, shutting the door, with a small smile on my face.
I smile when I think that soon I will be tucking three children in on the floor.
I walk slowly to the lounge, and flip on the large, slim latest capitol TV.
I aimlessly watch some crappy drama show, I must have dozed off, because when I wake up I am covered in a grey blanket.
I stretch and look around the empty room, the silence is suddenly broken when the phone rings.
What do you think, why did the phone ring?
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