Katniss was pregnant. He still couldn't believe it.
Pregnant. He was going to be a father.
Peeta thought that the happiest day of his life was when Katniss had agreed to marry him, but he was wrong. By this time, he had come to terms with the fact that she would never want children, and he was okay with that. Sure, he wanted them badly, but he wanted her more; ever since they were five years old.
He still feels as though he is dreaming, about to wake up from the first good dream he's had in years. Oh, he couldn't wait until Haymitch found out either. He could already see the expression on the old man's face, and the quirky comments sure to follow with Katniss as the target.
She had told him how afraid she was, and he wasn't surprised. He knew fear was a big part of her reluctance to having children, which was also why she had never wanted them before. Because of the Games. He had to admit, it was hard for him to grasp the idea that one will never come again, as well. When the first Reaping day since the rebellion rolled around, he was sure they were going to go up to that Justice Building with Effie Trinket up on the stage. He had a flashback that day.
None of that mattered now, though. They were having a baby. A living, breathing baby, and it would be all theirs. He simply could not stop smiling.
He couldn't wait to see Katniss' pregnancy glow, her belly full of his baby. Feeling them kick for the first time. Holding her hand while she finally brings them to the world, no matter how hard she'll be holding or how vicious she'll be due to the pain. It was all worth it.
He was sure he'd have pleasant dreams for a long time.
Baby Everlark :)
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