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Why are you home early? I throw the blanket of myself and stick the test down into the couch. As soon as I turn around I see Peeta's perfectly blonde hair shining from the nearby window. "Everything okay Katniss?" "Yeah." Peeta walks over towards me with a warm smile, he leans down to kiss me, and I push him with all the force I have. "Don't touch me!" "Katniss, what's wrong?" He touches my arm and I absolutely can feel the anger bubbling inside of me, "Just stop touching me!" I've never felt so angry at Peeta than at this moment, why are you so angry at Peeta? The problem is I have no idea why I'm so angry with Peeta, I'm not happy that he caused the current issue of pregnancy, but I've never been so mad at him. "Katniss. You can tell me anything." Peeta makes a terrible mistake by wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him, I feel so on edge I don't even want to be touched or looked at by him. I slap his chest and struggle to pull away. All of a sudden the anger that once consumed my body has leveled out and I feel sad, so sad I start crying in a couple seconds. I look up and into Peeta's eyes waiting to feel the happiness I normally do when I look into the sky blue eyes that I love oh so much; instead I see dark, foggy pits that crush my soul.
His gentle hands release from my waist and wrap around my neck; with a lot more force than when they had only been resting on my waist. "Peeta. Please. Come back to me. I'm sorry." Peeta had truly gotten a lot better about controlling the way he handled his attacks but this time it's all coming out. I know it's way past late for sorry, Peeta is determined to kill me this time for sure. I am about to pass out from lack of air, I reach out gently and touch my hands under his jaw, "Not real, Peeta! Not real…" The pressure on my throat is immediately released and he is running out of the room and I can hear our bathroom door slam shut.
I run my hands along my neck and try to catch my breath, I am on the floor and I feel lightheaded. I don't have any energy so I just lie there against the cold, wood floors and cry my eyes out. It feels like I've been down here for days, but deep down I know it's only been about an hour. This hour has been one of the worst, it's been filled with my crying and almost dying, and the entire time I could hear Peeta in the bathroom screaming his head off, it would be comments about me, how I'm a mutt, how much he hates me. How he wants to kill me. This isn't your Peeta, this is a mutt. Your husband almost tried to kill you, real. It was your Peeta that screamed that he hated you and wanted you to die, not real. I gently rock back and forth, and when I finally finish crying I can hear the bathroom door creak open. The same unsteady footsteps that I love are approaching me; rather it's my Peeta or the Capital's Peeta, I don't have any idea. At this point I'd be ready to have Capital Peeta kill me and his child, something about the way he yelled that he wanted me dead seemed different this time.
I can feel his arms wrap around my entire body, I am paralyzed from fear. Instead of the harsh, strong, and violent arms I expected and somewhat hoped for, I feel warm, safe, loving, and gentleness radiating from his arms, I allow him to pull me on his lap, I sit there patiently, as he rocks me back and forth, his chin is resting on the top of my head. "I'm so sorry, I love you Katniss. You know that right?" I feel his lips press against my head. "I love you too. And you don't need to apologize, it's my fault I shouldn't have hit you." "Sweetie. Is there something you're not telling me?" "What do you mean?" I'm trying hard to hide the anxiety in my voice, but I know he can already tell something's up. He takes one of his warm protective arms from me and reaches into his back pocket. He pulls out a box, the same small box that started it all. "Katniss?" I jump up to my feet and stare off and out the the window, hoping to avoid the question for at least another moment, but mostly wishing I could escape into the woods like I used to. Peeta rises to his feet and he hesitates to put his hands on my hips, I guide his hands there, to let him know it's okay. Peeta may be showing a smile of calmness, but in his bright blue eyes I can tell he's as excited as a toddler. "Katniss. Are you pregnant?" His smile widens at the very word.
I slowly nod, even though I wish I could say no. "Yes. Peeta, I'm pr-pr- pregnant." It's hard for me to push the words out but now that they're out, there's no taking them back. Peeta lifts me up and spins me around and kisses me, his kiss is still as steady as ever but this time it's filled with more excitement, and even though I thought this wasn't possible he has managed to put even more love in it. "Katniss, you're happy aren't you?" "Umm. Well…I know for sure that I love you and I know you want and love this baby more than anything, so I'll have it. For you."
"Katniss if you don't want this baby. We don't have to have it." His eyes are at the saddest I've ever seen them and I rest my hand on his cheek, "I love you. I want to have this baby." My voice is very unsure at the last part of the sentence, and then Peeta kisses my forehead. "You'll see Katniss. I know you must want this baby, somewhere deep down. We just have to find out where in your heart this want is." I pull Peeta in closer to me and I stay there embracing him for a long time. I don't want to let go, and I never will let go.
Surprisingly enough it's Peeta that breaks the embrace first. "Peeta…." I whine on for a moment until he intertwines his fingers with mine. I feel a little better to be holding his hand. It reminds me that I'm not alone. "Katniss does anybody else know?" "No. Just you. Oh, and Haymitch." "When did you tell Haymitch?" "He came over asking for some liquor and he found me in the bathroom." "He came in the bathroom when you were….going?" The look on Peeta's face is priceless at this moment, eyes wide as the moon, eyebrows raised, and mouth dropped open slightly. I figure he has suffered enough so I decide to pull out the test. As I'm walking over to the couch I start explaining everything to Peeta, he didn't seem to care about some of the things I was saying so I decided to just skip to what he was wondering the most. "Peeta. I had pants on when Haymitch found me." "Oh. Okay..." his shining blue eyes seem to have relief flooding through them. I reach deep into the couch and pull out the test that I still don't want to believe, sure enough it still has a deep blue positive sign. It scares me now that Peeta knows, I have no choice but to keep his child now.
Peeta comes up behind me and wraps his arms around mine. I turn to face him and I can see the tears welling up in his eyes, "Katniss. I don't know if I've ever been happier than I am right now. I have wanted this for so many years." I can't think of anything good to say at his remark, I don't share in his excitement at all, so I just say…"Okay." He bends down and gives me a small peck on the lips and before I can stop him his hand is on my abdomen. "Peeta, there's not even a baby bump down there." I grab his hand and pull it away from my stomach and scowl at him. As scared as I was that it would trigger an attack, I just wasn't ready for that yet. He holds his hands up in a playful way, "Fair enough. Katniss, are you hungry?" I lower my head slightly and stare at him. "Dumb question." We smile and then Peeta disappears into the kitchen. I stare down at the test. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to have another Peeta running around the house. What are you thinking? Fear of the child runs through my body and I run into the kitchen and I crash into Peeta half way there. "Katniss? Are you okay?" "I'm fine." I throw myself into his arms and I feel his hand caress my braid. "It's okay Katniss." He wraps an arm around my shoulders and we walk out to the meadow. I still love the meadow it's one of the few places that's all ours, no disturbances, just me and the person I love. I suppose the small child inside of me will be joining us too, rather I want him to or not.
Peeta opens the picnic basket and pulls out all of my favorite foods. Cheesy buns, pickles and he even brought out some ice-cream. I smile when I see all of these beautiful snack foods. I practically inhale all of the food, only letting Peeta have a little bit, he doesn't seem to mind. Haymitch was right when I was almost forced to marry Peeta, against my will, I could live a hundred lives and still not deserve him. "I love you Peeta." "I love you too." Peeta's stunning blue eyes stare down and me and it sends chills through my body. Maybe there can be a good thing about having another smaller Peeta. After I'm filled up on food I lay my head down in Peeta's lap and he plays with my hair. For some odd reason my hand wanders down to my abdomen, I jerk it away when I realize what I'm doing. Me and Peeta stay out in the meadow until the sun sets, I know it's Peeta's favorite time of day. When he looks down at my stomach, I guide his hand to it; I know he's been wanting to do that since he found out. I give him a half smile and after he finally takes his hand off my abdomen; he carries me back home and to bed.
During the night I can feel his arm drape across where his child is resting….
