(A/N: I do not own any part of the Hunger Games trilogy. The only thing I own is bits of the plot that I'll be incorporating into the story. Thank you for the reviews and favorites, xoxo.)
About three weeks after I found out that I was pregnant, and I'm already showing a considerable amount. There's a slight swell in my belly where my child is blossoming inside of me. Peeta can barely make it in the house before he smiles at me and asks how I feel today, and in turn, how the baby is doing.
"I've been nauseous." I reply from my spot on the couch. I rest a hand on the small bulge, and I sigh. "He's been fluttering again." Peeta walks over and places his hand just over mine, and smiles. He leans in and steals a kiss, his hand still over my midsection.
"Can't sit still?" He asks, and I nod in affirmation. "Just like his mom." He kisses me once more before straightens himself up.
"I have to go run some errands," he says to me. "I have to get you some medicine, make sure the baby will stay healthy." He lifts my shirt up slightly to kiss my belly, then kisses my nose. "I'll be back soon, okay?" I don't want to be alone. I'm not sure why but I feel so off today. His bright smile, however, wipes every ounce of worry away from my mind.
"Okay," I respond with my own smile. We kiss one last time before he turns around to walk out. I pull my feet up under me and snuggle into myself on our couch, resting my hand over my current most prized possession. I let a small sigh escape my lips and feel so at ease.
A knocking on the door brings me out of my thoughts and back into the real world.
"Peeta, stop locking yourself out!" I smile and struggle a little bit to get up. I shake my head as I walk to the door. Peeta locks himself out of our house almost every week. He never has his key on him, so I think to myself what luck it is that I'm actually home this time.
"I really wish you'd carry your k-" I open the door and am shocked to find myself staring into gray eyes.
"Hey Katnip."