The Price of Ashes

by foryouareloved

"This is how we exist now: buried in flashbacks and memories, Peeta unsure if even half of them are real."

10. Chapter 10

146 days:

And yet

The first kick is a tiny flutter, small enough that I barely give it a second thought. The second is more insistent, a jabbing against my ribs that halts me in my tracks, that makes me smile despite myself.

"Hi," I say, putting a hand on the growing rise of my stomach. "Hey, you. Hi, sweetheart."