OMG guys I am soooooooo sorry! I totally forgot about this! My computer crashed, and this just slipped my mind completely. Oops. Okay, please forgive me! Thanks for all the reviews, by the way. I love you guys!
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Katniss opened the door, and threw the pick-nick basket onto the floor.
"I'll get that later, I promise," she said, barely able to keep her eyes open.
Peeta and herself had gotten carried away on their pick-nick, and ended up chasing ducks. That's enough to make someone tired, if you add in the walk home.
"Sweetheart," Peeta said with a grin, "I got it."
He grabbed the basket, and walked into the kitchen.
Quickly, he pulled the plates out of the basket and set them in the sink, before setting the basket itself on a shelf.
That went well.
"Katniss," he said playfully, coming back into the living room.
Said lady was sprawled on the couch, her brown hair thrown over the side.
"Yes?"
"Why are you so wonderful?"
"No idea..." she said, without as much as a second thought. She was far to tired for his sweetness, even though he was very kind still flirting with her.
Peeta laughed a little bit, as his shoulder twitched, almost popping it out of socket.
He cringed, but said nothing. Katniss was right. He needed to suck it up.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Y-yeah. Great."
The brunette ran her hand through her hair.
"Can we go to bed now?" she asked.
"Of course,"
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Peeta rolled over, and pulled one leg out of the heat of the blankets, leaving one under.
Both in: too hot.
Both out: too cold.
One in, one out: Perfect.
He smiled to himself, and closed his eyes. Sleep was needed.
Twitch. The worst time.
His leg shot out, kicking his wife in the back of her knees.
Katniss sprang up with a start, and punched Peeta in the face out of pure instinct
Peeta gasped from the pain of the twitch, and the punch, and fell out of the bed.
"To the couch." Katniss instructed, "Now."
Peeta got up, and with a nod, walked into the living room, and lied down on the couch.
"I'm sorry," he shouted from his spot.
"I know," came a reply.
"Can't I sleep in there?"
"Nope. You'll hurt baby."
Peeta grimaced, and nodded.
"I love you."
"Love you too."
He couldn't sleep in the same bed as his wife because he would hurt their unborn child. That is a lot to take in at two fifteen in the morning.
The blond man put his head in his hands and sighed.
'This has to fade,' he told himself.
'It has too.'
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Okay, I felt just a tinge acward doing that, but oh well. It had to be done.
Poor Peeta! Being kicked out of his own bed!
Sorry that was so short, got a tad bit of writers block. I wish there was a medication for that. It's worse that being sick.
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