Peeta's POV
Watching her eat the golden cinnamon bun makes me realize, if she's happy, then I'm happy. All I care about is her happiness and my selfish wants shouldn't get in the way. Right? But I want them. So badly, you can't even imagine. Just then Haymitch comes wobbling through the front, either still drunk or already drunk. I can't tell. His once-white shirt is now stained yellow and he has a half-empty bottle of some sort of liquor in his hand.
"Hey sweetheart," he slurs, looking directly at Katniss.
"Haymitch! Are you drunk already?" she exclaims looking up at him.
"Still from yesterday," he responds.
"Katniss, I'll be back. Come on Haymitch, let's get you cleaned up," I say as I drag Haymitch back outside and lead him to his house.
I open the front door of his house, prepared for the disgusting stench I know is lurking inside. I tell Haymitch to sit down while I get him some fresh clothes. Coming downstairs, I see he has already passed out. I hang the clothes over a chair and quietly leave.
"What was that about?" Katniss asks when I come home.
"I don't know. It's a different Haymitch this morning. In the time it took me to get some clothes he had already passed out cold in the kitchen."
"Strange," she replies. "Peeta. I want to talk to you."
"What about?"
"I want to have kids."
"Are you serious?" I'm so giddy I can barely contain my excitement.
"But I need you to know why I can't have them. "
"Let me get this straight. You want kids but you don't. "
"Yes. I want them, but I can't handle them."
"But why?" I am so confused. If she wants kids, why can't we have them?
"You don't understand," she says and runs upstairs. I'm tempted to follow her but know I shouldn't. Instead, I clean up breakfast.