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Katniss's POV

Lying in bed next to Peeta is one of the most comforting things to me. I enjoy just lying there, looking around, observing my surroundings. The moonlight shines through the open window onto the bed, forming a square of light on the slightly tattered quilt I tried to make us. I know the only reason we use it is because Peeta knows how hard I tried and doesn't want to hurt me. I'd never let him know that I'm onto him, though. The crooked stitches glisten in the light. On the nightstand next to me are a book I'd never touched and a baby blue lamp. Baby. Ugh I don't want to think about babies right now. Opposite the bed is our dresser. It's mahogany. Thinking about mahogany brings back pleasant memories. But if I follow them too far… it's nightmares. On top of the dresser sets my small chest with keepsakes. Next to the dresser is Peeta's easel. It's then that I notice, there is a painting on it. It's me and Peeta. It's me and Peeta, lying beside each other in the meadow. I'm pointing at a star that is brighter than the rest. My head, decorated with its usual long braid, is on his shoulder. He's looking at my face like he's never seen anything more beautiful. I love it. I'm tempted to wake Peeta up but know I shouldn't. I lay flat on my back and fall into a peaceful slumber.

In the morning, I'm up before Peeta so I put on some hunting clothes and head to the woods. I shimmy under the fence and climb into a tree my arrow poised to shoot. It's early enough that there might be some deer. I decide this is a good time to think about having kids. My mind is made up but I need to be able to tell Peeta. Why can't I open myself up to people? I notice a deer out of the corner of my eye. I turn slowly and quietly so I can shoot it. When I release the arrow, I miss the deer. I never miss. All these baby thoughts are making everything different, I think. I hear footsteps behind me. I slowly turn, because I don't have a clue who it could be and because I don't want to fall out of the tree.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you," he says.

"But why are you in 12?"

"That doesn't matter. Are you okay? I saw you miss that doe back there. You never miss."

"But…it doesn't make sense," I say.

"What is it, Catnip?"

"Peeta…he wants children. And I understand why but he doesn't seem to understand why I don't want any," I fill him in on how Peeta and I have been managing with the child debate and he just listens.

"You need to tell him how you feel."

"But I don't know how!"

"You should've been in love with me. I would already know and never try to push anything on you."

"You never should've killed Prim."

"I didn't! I mean, it was a bomb I designed but…"

"Listen. I miss you. And I loved you. But only like a brother. I could never see you any other way." I shimmy down from the tree and head toward the fence. "You shouldn't be here. Go back to your new life so I can go back to mine."

"Katniss!" he calls after me.

I turn back, "Sorry, Gale but I have to go."