Her grip was tight on the silver fork. She looked around the table. Steaming mash potatoes, cooked ham, fresh corn on the cob, bright green peas, sparkling honey, and loaves of bread. She looked up at her questioning husband.
"Can I have a blueberry pie with sugar and hmm and OH! Peeta's sticky buns" Gale stood there gaping at his five months pregnant wife. "Just put it all together on a plate" she said rubbing her hands together. Gale shook his head no. "No?" she said face dropping to her toes. He shook his head no again. "No." she repeated more to herself. She looked around the table again pointing out that her mouth did not want this food. She sighed then looked back up to the standing man. Tears developed in her crystal blue eyes.
"Don't you dare cry about food" She sniffled and set her hands on her stomach. "Don't blame it on the baby"
"Gale" she cried letting her tears fall on her lap. He grunted and sat down across from her shoveling food on his plate. He ignored her soft cries and ate. He's been through this before. It was not a hard order to fill but he was tired of falling for her cravings. Sugar plums, white cake, chocolate strawberries, asparagus, bacon, venison, candy sticks, eggs, tomatoes, and sticky buns all demands within a few days. At first he struggled to get all her "needs" then pushed himself to get more and stock up. Yet it never seemed like enough. She ate all the time. Peeta had to work extra keeping up with the two pregnant women and Gale was sick of it.
"Madge, just eat" he said gesturing with his fork around the table. She picked up her fork again and took little bites of ham and potatoes. He sighed. Pushing away from the table he stuffed his hands in his pockets and left. He knocked on the door and waited. A familiar blonde man came to the door. His hair was messed up, his shirt was unbuttoned, his chin had stubble, and his eyes were lined with dark circles. "Peeta?" he said taken a back. The door slammed. Gale stood there, shocked and worried. Then the door creaked open again. His best friend stood in front of him now. Her condition wasn't far from her husband's. She smiled a small smile.
"Hi Gale" she sighed and stepped out on the porch.
"What's wrong?" he demanded looking into the house.
"I fell" she shrugged
"Fell. Is the baby okay?" he said looking back at her. She stood there in silence for a minute. She watches a bug climb the stairs then shakes her head. The tall man steps away from her. "What?" I wonder staring at her.
"NO!" she growls. Gale stares at her.
"It's not…" he starts
"Gone?" she chokes. He tries to nod but end up gulping. "It's hard to take" she says walking back into the house and closing the door. Gale stands there looking straight as if she was still standing in front of him. Then walks back to the house, once inside he takes cautious steps into the kitchen and looks at his smiling wife, she's eaten most of the food.
"Gale?" she whispers, "Gale. What's wrong?" she stands and walks over to him giving him a hug. He still doesn't answer and looks away. She turns his head seeing tear filled eyes that he blinks away. "Where did you go?" she says searching his face with her fingers.
"Katniss's" he says.
"So- what happened there?" she whispers.
"Katniss…" he chokes "lost their baby" he whispers back. Madge steps back and looks at him.
"This isn't a good joke, Gale"
"THIS ISN'T A JOKE" he screams at her and takes the stairs two at a time. Madge takes a heavy seat in the chair next to her and weeps. She weeps for her best friends' baby, for Gale's attitude, for her healthy baby, and for their future they will have with him.
Sad... Sorry... No one was giving me ideas. SOOOO this happened. Feel guilty. You caused a death. haha jk. If you don't like it- deal with it.
Erin