Okay, I saw one guess, I hope this story answers your question. Read on, you're dying to know.
I drifted in and out of sleep all through the night. My dreams were switching from nightmare to sensation. I kept my hopes up though, but kept them at a low level. I didn't want to be disappointed. I knew it was fifty-fifty, and that I had to stay positive without getting too positive. But I also knew that she didn't want to have any children. I couldn't help but wonder why she would joke about it than. I was starting to come to the conclusion that she actually was with child.
When I woke up out of my daze, Katniss was already awake. She was laying her head on my chest and drawing a heart over and over with her finger on my stomach. I grabbed her hand and kissed the top of her head. "Katniss?" I mumbled. She looked up at me and smiled, "Yes?" she smelled of fresh water and morning breath, which I never minded. Simply because it was Katniss, and I loved her-morning breath-and all. "Answer me…please?" I smiled at her freckled face. She smiled and started to answer, than her face turned a little green and she leapt out of bed and ran to the bathroom.
She was retching into the toilet, and I took that as a yes. I ran to her side and put a cold cloth to her head. I couldn't help but smile. When she had finished, I couldn't help but pick her up and swing her around. "Oh-Peeta!" she exclaimed, "I'm just sick." She grumbled. I put her down. "Yes, morning sickness. Which means you must be pregnant." I said my enthusiasm running away with me. She shook her head, "No. I can't be, it's impossible. Besides I don't want to be, so I am not." She went back to our room and crawled into bed. My shocked position didn't last though. I shut the door and screamed into a towel. Tears started but I kept them from the surface by pressing a cold rag to them.
"How could she be in such denial?" later, I asked Gale. The only other person I knew, who could talk some sense into her. "Maybe she isn't pregnant." He simply said and went back to carving his stick. I shrugged, "Yes, but that's more un-likely than her being so." He shook his head and looked up at me. The chuckle hid behind his eyes, but I knew he so wanted to laugh at me. "Peeta, what am I to do? She's your wife." He was right. But he knew her longer. He must know all of her games. And I, well I only know some. "Yes, but she's different with you." I said. He nodded, his laughing eyes going serious. "All right, I'll talk to her. But it won't do much good." He sighed and headed towards our house. "Just leave it to me. If that doesn't work well, ask someone else. Or! Here's an idea, you do it?"
Katniss went hunting with Gale, but I doubt she didn't know what we were up to. I sat in the kitchen not knowing what to do for the next few hours. Baking was out of the question, and if I painted something it would only be a baby or Katniss pregnant. So I just sat, and I waited and waited and so on.
She came into the front door and glared at me. Yes! I knew this was coming. "You told Gale?!" she shouted. I stood up, "Yes." I said softly. "Heh. You would." She scoffed. I stayed serious, but kept my voice calm. "Katniss, why be in denial?" I asked, letting her hear my sadness. "Oh Peeta! Fine, I'm pregnant." With those five words I ran to my wife and squeezed her so tight. She slowly rose her arms up and soon we were both squeezing the love out of each other. "I knew it! That's wonderful!" I exclaimed. She smiled a little and looked up at me. "But, what if I'm not a good mother?" she said her voice catching at the end. Than tears rolled down her face and she looked to the floor. I cupped her chin and raised her face to look at me. "Katniss, you are strong, beautiful and perfect. You love with not just your heart but also your soul. You give more and take less. You bring joy and sadness. If you're not the best mother in making, than I don't want to know who is." I whispered and tears spilled out of my eyes too. She smiled and I pulled her into a kiss. When we were down she whispered "I love you, and I can only do this with you." I smiled and lifted her up into my arms. "I love you more. And I won't do this without you." And I carried her up the stairs…
Okay, *sniff* that's what I always wanted to write, it just took me a while. Please tell me what you think? Review! Please? Isn't Peeta just wonderful...okay tell me!