Chapter 4: KNIVES )

*Note* So I'm pretty sure this is my favorite chapter besides my epic ending. I hope this proves that I'm ANTI Team Gale…..

~Gale~

The knife feels cool on my skin. I love the way the blade makes clean slices through my tan complextion. The smell of blood fills the room as I ontuue to make smaill little cuts all along my arms.

I deserve to die this way. Slowly and painfully…

It doesn't hurt as bad as I thought it would, actually. The pain is sharp and searing but it helps me focus. It brings me out of the daze I've been sulking in for weeks. I mark a small 'K' on the back of my left hand. I make sure the cut is deep so I'll be sure to have a scare. I'm about to move to my chest, when Delly bursts through the door screaming her head off at me.

"NO! NO, NO, NO! Gale STOP!" Delly grabs the knife from my hand and tosses it behind her. She grabs my face and brings her mouth down on mine. Her kiss lasts forever and when she breaks away she says "I'll do whatever you want Gale just don't…just don't leave me!"

~Katniss~

I'm due in two weeks and I'm terrified. I've written to my mother because I'm too chicken to call her on the phone and tell her that I got myself pregnant. But I'm starting to doubt that she got my letter so…I guess I will have to call her.

I'm sitting on the couch staring at the phone, scared to pick it up. Peeta comes downstairs and sees me staring at the phone.

"Katniss, just call her. She's won't get mad at you. You're not gonna get in trouble." He says the last part teasingly.

"You know I hate asking for help," I tell him.

"Fine. I'll call her. But if you ask me, that's even more awkward," he says.

"No, I'll do it. It's my fault I'm in this mess anyway." I reply, as I pick up the phone.

Peeta rolls his eyes. "You'll thank me one day…" he mutters under his breath.

I dial the number and hold the phone to my ear. It rings forever and ever and ever. Finally she answers.

"Hello?" her voice sounds strange. I guess it has been awhile.

"Uh…hi mom." I say, slowly.

"Katniss? O my gosh! I haven't heard from you in so long…I was afraid…that you were mad at me." She says.

"Um…no I'm not mad." I answer-stalling.

"Well, how are you? I haven't seen you since the wedding. .how's Peeta?" she sounds a tad bit uncomfortable. Like she doesn't know what to say.

"He's fine mom. I just...well I'm in a bit of a situation here." I say. No looking at Peeta. He's probably laughing tight now. But I don't care. I just want to get this over with.

"What's wrong?" mom asks.

"I um…well…I…I'm about to have a baby. And I don't really know…well I'm not sure where…" I can't finish. I let my words sink in.

"WHAT? YOU'RE ABOUT TO HAVE A BABY! Why didn't you tell me? O my gosh! I can't believe you! DARN YOU KATNISS!" she is yelling at me. No, screamihng at me. I slowly lay the phone on my lap. I look up to find Peeta sprawled out on the other sofa laughing his head off, just like I thought. His laughter makes me mad for some reason and I grab up the phone.

"Mom, listen. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I was just…scared." I say.

But she isn't done freaking out. "O my gosh! How far along are you?"

"Um…8 months and 1 week."

"KATNISS! I'm coming right now. I should be there by Friday, the trains are fast, it should only take 2 days." She speaks quickly and urgently.

"Uh…ok mom. You don't need to freak out-"

"DON'T NEED TO FREAK OUT? Katniss, this is my grandchild! And you're my daughter! This is so wonderful!" and she hangs up.

"Well that went well," I say to no one in particular.

Peeta gets up from his laughing post and flops down beside me.

"Good job," he says. I can't quite place his tone of voice. I'm too stressed out to think straight.

"I hope we made the right decision," I tell him for the millionth time.

"Katniss, I'm not having the is conversation with you again."

I decide to just keep my mouth shut and we sit in a somewhat peaceful silence for a while, until I feel something.

"What the-?" my hand flies down to my stomach. Kicking, that's what I'm feeling. I've felt it before, but never this strong. I grab Peeta's hand and put it near the spot so he can feel it.

A huge smile breaks out across his face as he moves his hand with mine, feeling the small but powerful kicks.

"Does that hurt?" he asks, incredulously.

"No but it feels really creepy," I reply.

"I can't wait to see them," Peeta says, longingly. "I bet it'll be a girl and she'll look just like you."

I sigh. I could really care less what it looks like; I just want to get it out of me. I think Peeta's waiting for me to say something though, so I just give him my honest answer.

"You know Peeta, you're way more excited about this then me."

"I can tell, Katniss."

"Well you wanted this. Not me. I'm only doing this because I love you too much."

"Thank you."