Chap3

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Peeta and I make our way to the coasts of district four. They have nice hotels set up, and we will be staying in the best of the best here. Courtesy of Effie and Haymitch. When we get there, the baggage boy comes to collect our luggage. Peeta doesn't even have to sign us in.

They all start saying "Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Mellark, it's very nice to meet you. Your room is on the top floor and it's the only door up there so you shouldn't get lost."

We're giddy as we take the glass elevator up to our room. Then, as we step out, Peeta swings me into his arms and carries me through the door. He kicks our door shut. I look around. "Isn't it amazing Peeta?" suddenly I feel him breathing on my neck.

"Yes, you are." All at once he swings me onto the bed. He pulls me up to his chest while I undo his shirt. Suddenly its very how in here. So hot that I'm glad when he takes my clothes off and throws then to the floor. All that's left are his pants, which he takes care of. He crushes me into him and it's like I melt. All I can think about is that I don't want him to stop. I need him to keep going. And I find it hard to resist crying, even though it doesn't hurt. It actually feels really good. But I cry because I need it faster. And if not I know I'll cry. "Faster, Peeta! Faster!" So that's how it goes. Faster. And faster. And faster. Then its slows down a little. "Don't stop Peeta. Please, please, please don't stop." I moan softly.

After about two more hours of this intoxicating elixir of emotions, we finally fall asleep to each other's breathing. I know that I won't have nightmares tonight, not with Peetas' safe and secure arms wrapped around me. So instead I dream of us, of the life he and I will share.

A baby. This is the first thing I see. Tiny in my arms. He's beautiful, just like his father. Blonde hair and blue eyes, with a face that's a mixture of mine and Peetas'. I'm not sure how I know he's mine, but I do. And I look to peeta and I see him sprawled out on the floor. Dead. I can tell by looking at how pale his skin is. "Oh no. Oh God, no. Please! Peeta! Don't leave me!"

"Peeta!" I scream. I'm crying. He finally wakes up and sees my pathetic state.

"Katniss, baby, what's wrong?" He wraps his arms around me. "Baby, you can tell me. I promise, you're safe with me. Tell me. Please, Katniss."

"My… it was… just a dream, right?"

He looks worriedly at me. "Of course, I'm right here aren't I?"

I start sobbing. "Peeta, I… did we…" I grimace. "Did we use protection?" he starts looking zoned out. "Umm, no. I don't think so." I turn and look at him.

"Peeta, I think I might be pregnant." And with this, he kisses me so hard and passionately I think that it might be more. Until he pulls away. He looks me in the eyes.

"I think… I think that we should just enjoy the rest of our honeymoon together. Once we're home, we can check. Even if you are, it won't be so bad."

I've tuned him out. "Im not ready." I whisper.

"What?"

"Peeta," I begin timidly. "I'm not ready for a baby."

He looks at me. "Of course you are Katniss. You were born ready. Don't you want this baby? Just think, we'll be a family. You and me. And a baby that we can love. Kat?"

I smile. "You're totally right. I do want a baby. Your baby. And I think maybe it could be fun." I'm lying through my teeth. I can't be pregnant. I can't. I'm really not ready for one. But I can't get rid of it. It's Peetas'. And I couldn't take it away from him. He wants a baby so badly; I have to give it to him.

Our honeymoon continues on like this: we explore all of district four. We visit some of the other districts. And then, three weeks later, we go home. All the way home Peeta asks me how I feel; am I sick? Aren't I so happy? Can I believe that we might be parents? To all of these I smile and tell him what he wants to hear as a response. I'm baffled; I know I don't want a baby, but I feel like soon I will. It's an odd, conflicted feeling. Knowing you feel one thing, but feeling like you might feel something else.

"Who should we tell first?" Peeta asks excitedly.

"No one. Not until we're sure. We wouldn't want to give false hope, would we?" I say smiling sweetly. He thinks a moment. "No, I don't suppose we would." We pull into our driveway and come to a stop. We only need one house, so I moved into Peetas' house and left mine alone an abandoned. As Peeta unpacks our car, I tell him that I'll be back soon. I'm going out.

I walk quickly to the new drugstore that opened just one month ago. They sell everything from food to apparel. I scan through the aisles until I read the sign I'm looking for: feminine needs. I stride over and walk down the aisle slowly, looking for what I need. Then I see them. Pregnancy tests. I randomly chose one and take it up to the register at the pharmacy.

"Well, Katniss! I'm so happy for you!" says Delly Cartwright.

I smile. "Thanks Delly."

I slip my little box into my pocket and sprint home. No one looks at me. I make it home in less than two minutes. I run up the stairs and into my house.

Peeta calls from the kitchen "Welcome home, beautiful." I stop and walk up to him. He wraps his arms around me and kisses me lightly. Then I bound up the stairs and say "I'll be right back!"

I rip open the box and follow the directions. The whole time I do this I'm crying. I can't take waiting because I'm too impatient. I pace back and forth while I wait. Please don't be pregnant. Please please please Katniss don't let yourself get in this kind of mess.

Beep! Beep! Beep! I stare at the sink. Come on Katniss, go get it. It can't bite you.

I slowly walk over. I close my eyes. "If you are pregnant, it'll be a good thing." I whisper to myself. I open my eyes and look at the test. There's a little blue plus sign on it. "Oh, God." I throw the test onto the floor angrily. "Ugh!" I run downstairs. "Peeta! I'm pregnant!"

He looks at me in disbelief. "Like, for real? We're having a baby?"

I smile. "Yes, Peeta. Were having a baby." He picks me up and twirls me around. He laughs so happily I have to laugh too.

"I love you so, so much, Katniss Mellark." He kisses me passionately.

"I love you more, Peeta Mellark."

"Wow. A baby. Who should we tell first?" he asks.

"Well," I say with a sigh. "We have to tell Effie and Haymitch. And Cinna. And Annie and her son. Who else?" I ask hesitantly.

Don't you want to tell Gale? At least tell his family." I frown.

"Gale hates me, remember? If he found out I was having a baby, he'd be furious. But, you're right. I'll tell his family. Will you come with me?" I ask sweetly.

"Of course I will. Want to go now?" he smiles.

"Actually, can we tell Effie and Haymitch first? Then we'll go to the Hawthorne's." So with that, we walk next door to Haymitchs' house. He answers the door and I can see Effie on the couch.

"Hey sweetheart. How are you doing?" He smiles. "Wanna come in?"

Then I hear her say "Oh Haymitch, let them in so I can see my pearls!" I sigh. She will never learn that coal does not turn into pearls, its diamonds.

Haymitch steps aside and says "Come on in."

Effie squeals with delight and wraps me in a hug. "Oh Katniss! How is my girl?"

I smile and take Peetas hand as we sit on the couch. "Well, Effie, we have some news for you guys…" I turn to Peeta and smile. I look back to Effie. "Peeta and I are having a baby!"

She grins and jumps up to hug me. "Oh Katniss, this is wonderful!" I look at Haymitch, who appears little confused.

"You're gonna be a grandpa, Haymitch." I run over and hug him.

"Positively golden, Sweetheart!" Then I'm alarmed as I see Effie run off towards her phone.

"Dearys, I will see you all shortly. Come back for dinner alright?"

I frown. "Effie, what are you doing?"

She smiles. "Why, calling the news of course! You two will be the top story tomorrow morning!"

I groan. "God, let's just go to Gales. We'll be back later." And with that, I turn and walk out the door, with Peeta trailing behind.