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I know I've already uploaded for today, but I had written this chapter yesterday and I wanted everybody's opinion on it, should I keep following the path I have been or should I try to take it in a different direction? Anyway I hope you like it! Thanks for the reviews they have really been inspiring me to write more and more! Love you all!
*********************8 weeks later*********************
I feel Peeta's arm across my ever so slightly expanded abdomen. I have to pee so badly; but I don't want to disturb this beautiful start to a perfect day, today Peeta decided to take the day off from work, and he says he has something special planned. Today will be perfect other than the fact that Peeta's baby becoming more and more noticeable by the day. Peeta argues with me daily that he/she is our baby, but I refuse to accept it as my own, even though deep down the thought of a baby Peeta causes a small stirring in my chest. I ignore the feeling I have for the baby "Peeta"; I never have or will want a baby. I hate the fact that his baby is becoming such a part of my appearance, I don't even know why I'm showing so early, mother says it's because of how skinny I am.
Although my skinniness won't last much longer with all the cheesy buns Peeta persists to bring me on a daily basis, and as early as it is in the pregnancy he won't let me walk far. When I feel like my bladder is going to bust I have no choice but to roll out of bed and make a dash for the bathroom and hope I won't be too late. I can feel the pressure release; and when I'm done I peek my head around the corner to our bedroom, Peeta is wide awake and sitting up in the bed waiting for me with open arms and a warm smile. I frown at the fact of being disturbed by something inside of me I don't even want.
As I reach the side of the bed Peeta sets his hand on my newly found baby bump and laughs. I have let him touch it when he wants, after the attack when I slapped him I won't ever risk it again. "Hi sweetie, so did you know your mommy has survived two hunger games and a war and yet you're driving her mad? Aren't you?" When he says the word mommy, he smiles up at me. As soon as he finishes his one ended conversation, I can feel something coming up and I run back over to the toilet and heave over it. It only takes a couple seconds for Peeta to be by my side, he's holding my hair back for me. If he's learned anything in the past eight weeks, it's that when I'm getting that dumb thing, called morning sickness, it could be a while of sitting by the toilet.
It feels like hours until I feel like it's over. I rise to my feet, and Peeta's hand automatically goes back to his child; "Sweetie, you can back off a little now, it was funny the first time for the day, but mommy and daddy are doing something special today, and mommy needs to feel her best." Would you please stop talking to that thing? I'd kinda like to talk to you…my husband! I walk over to my sink and brush my teeth while Peeta shaves. To be honest I'm still a little upset that he talked to the thing inside of me, before uttering a word of hello to me this morning. This was supposed to be our day!
As I finish braiding my hair, I see Peeta reaching for his comb and before he can touch it I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips to his and hold them there for a long time, I run my fingers through his perfect blonde hair. I try to lead him out of the bathroom, and I do get us to the bedroom. I am on the bed; Peeta is leaning over me and kissing me. He refuses to be with me this morning, even when I stop to whine. I keep whining and he plants another kiss on my lips, "Katniss. I have such a wonderful day planned for us, but we have to get ready to head out in a few minutes." I frown and walk over to my closet and pull out the loosest shirt and a pair of jeans, at least I can hide you for a while. I smile at myself in the mirror content that Peeta's baby is well hidden. He kisses me on the top of my head and we walk hand in hand down to the kitchen.
"Kat. What are you hungry for this morning?" Peeta has learned that it's ridiculous to ask if I'm hungry at all, so he just skips to the next question. I smile and look into those blue eyes I love so much, by my smile he already knows. He pulls out a few cheesy buns and some watermelon. Thanks to his baby, I constantly crave watermelon. I happily scarf down my breakfast, even though it's a great deal of food, I have a feeling we'll be stopping by the grocery store today. Peeta starts frying some sausage, and my hormones start to rage. "PEETA! Not today! That smell is making me feel like…something is coming up." "Oh…Sorry." He cuts off the oven and I breathe a sigh of relief. "So Peeta what are we doing today?" "I was thinking we could run some errands together." You've been planning this day, just so we can go "run errands"? "What if we go to district four and go on the beach and maybe we can visit Annie and baby Dillan?" "Maybe next time, dear." "But Peeta…I thought we could have some time to ourselves." I raise my eyebrows and he walks over and kisses me. "Trust me. I really think you'll end up liking the errands I have planned." I reluctantly nod and watch Peeta eat his breakfast.
I hold Peeta's hand as we walk through our small town of district twelve. Peeta stops in front of the only store in Panem that holds the stuff I've been dreading. "Come on Kat. Let's go inside and look around." "Peeta, you're only eight weeks into this thing." I point down to my expanded abdomen. "Katniss, she's our child." Since when is it a she, if I have to have this baby I at least want it to be a boy. Peeta frowns for the first time today and I can't stand to see his discontentment, I'll do anything to make his smile return. "Okay, I guess a quick look around wouldn't hurt anybody. But if anybody asks we're shopping for Dillan." "Deal." Peeta never let go of my hand and as he pulls me into the store like an overly excited toddler, I can't help but share in his excitement a little.
Peeta drops my hand and runs around the store, it's no longer just his excitement that makes him look like a toddler….his actions scream it as well. "Peeta, calm down, we don't even know what gender it is." Peeta ignores my comment and pulls a small pink dress out with a cupcake on the front, the bottom of it looks like a tutu. He holds it up proudly, "Kat. Can't you just see a mini you wearing this?" "Peeta, since it appears we're keeping your child…I just want it to be a boy. Just like you." "Are you crazy? What could be more perfect than a mini you Kat.?" I shake my head and walk over to the aisle full of the baby boy clothes. I prefer this aisle much more than the first one Peeta dragged me through. I pull out a onesy and hold it close to me, Maybe if I buy some things for Dillan. Peeta will let me leave this store and we can visit Anne and Finn. Before Peeta even steps foot into the boy's aisle, his arms are full of little girl clothes. "See Kat. You really are excited for our baby, he nods toward the small stack of boy clothes in my arms. I shake my head, "these are for Dillan." "Oh. But Kat. Doesn't being in this store make you excited for her?" He somehow frees one of his hands from the massive pile of tutus and girly things, and rests it on my stomach. "Peeta I'd really like to visit Annie and Dillan." "Maybe tomorrow Kat." I frown and march to the checkout, and place my pile of clothes down, Peeta comes up behind me and throws his huge stack down and wraps his arm around me proudly.
I look at this girl checking us out. She looks so familiar, but I can't think of her name. Her golden hair flows down her back, she hasn't even bothered to look up she looks too surprised by the amount of clothes. I look up at Peeta's glowing face and a spark of recognition runs through his eyes. "Delly?" The girl snaps her head up and sure enough it is Delly Cartwright, "Peeta! Katniss! How are you guys?" She scurries out from the back of the counter and wraps her arms around both me and Peeta immediately. "How are you guys?" She squints her eyes at me and smiles, "well I guess I know how one of you are doing…"She gives me a playful push and laughs at her own joke. It's so typical of Delly that I can't be mad at her, despite the fact that she is annoying me way too much for comfort. "Congratulations guys! When is she due?" Why does everybody keep calling Peeta's baby a she? If anything it's a he! Peeta continues to converse with Delly as she rings up the massive pile of clothes, I zone out through most of it, not wanting to look at all of the girly things Peeta has picked out. I never have wanted a baby. I still don't, a mini Peeta could be fun though…I guess...
I place my hand on my stomach, it appears we're keeping you…I don't want you…I'm only keeping you for your daddy. Just then I feel something coming up and there's not a bathroom in sight, my face must be turning green, I feel a little dizzy, I cling onto Peeta's shirt sleeve, "Peeta….something is coming up." I go cross eyed for a moment and Delly has just managed to get a bag out and holds it in front of me, I lean over and my breakfast makes its reappearance. When it's all over, Delly looks like she's on the verge of passing out from the smells, after eight weeks Peeta has become almost immune to the fumes and just rubs my back. I stare down at his child… Well played little Peeta…. I'll remember that when you come into this world and need a diaper change. I smile wide when I think of a child as feisty as me, and how I'd teach him to hunt with me…When did I start liking the idea of you? "Maybe we will go visit Annie and Dillan today…Annie can probably help you through the stage of pregnancy you're in now." I nod with a smile that we both realize means…I told you so.
******************************************************************************What did you all think? Too fluffy? I'm thinking about bringing some Gale action into this? What do you think? Or maybe some more crazy, drunk, Haymitch? Haha anyway…Vote and let me know! Oh and I picked the name Dillan for Finnick and Annie's baby…it means Ocean's Son. Like it? Hate it? Review and tell me if you liked the chapter! Can you guys get me up to 20 reviews by my next update? If so you all get to meet Baby Dillan!
~Freezethemoment
