I woke up to the sun shining in my wind and the soft chirping of birds. I pulled the blankets over my shoulders, closing my eyes again. I didn't want to deal with the day or what it would bring. My hand reaches out for Peeta but he isn't there. My eyes shoot open, frantically searching for him. I pull the blankets off of me and rundown the hallway, "Peeta?" Even though my brain was telling me he was somewhere in the house and safe, my feet were telling me to run down the stairs.

The sweet aroma of blueberry pancakes fills my nose and I stop dead in my tracks. "Peeta, you're alright," when I see him turn around, without thinking I run to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Kat, why wouldn't I be?" I felt his hands on my waist, pushing me away to look in my eyes but my grasp became tighter around his neck and I buried my face in the crook of his neck.

"Because you weren't next to me when I woke up," I mumble against his skin.

"I was making you breakfast," I could hear in his voice that he was smiling. I pulled away from his neck to look down at the counter where a tray was sitting. There was so much food that if he had brought it to me I wouldn't have known where to begin eating: Cheese bread, cinnamon rolls, pancakes, fruit, coffee, milk, cupcakes, and tea overflowed the tray.

"Peeta," I paused, contemplating what to say to him. I decided to make light of what he was trying to achieve. "Are you trying to feed a whole village or is this all for you?"

He smirked, shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair.

"Oh, baby," I placed a hand on his neck, "Thank you for this, really. But don't smother me with food. Please don't." I chuckled softly, my hands making their way to the back of his head to run my fingers through his blonde hair.

He chuckled too, "Alright. I'm sorry." then he smiled, a smile that made my heart ache remembering yesterday and the sorrow of it all.

Peeta had held me for hours last night in bed. I could feel each tender kiss on my head, every brush of his hand on my waist. My sobs had turned to soft puffs of my breath, silent while the fan was running. Every few minutes he would tuck the blanket underneath the side of me he wasn't lying next to. His warm breath was evident on my ear and every so often I would feel a tear drop onto it. I pulled him closer to me and felt his heartbeat against my chest. "Why did this happen to us?" I heard him mumble once he had thought I had fallen asleep. "God," he sighed, I felt his fingers run through my hair. "Why did you have to take her away from us? You knew how much I had wanted this." Peeta did that every so often. Talk to a God that he thought would listen. That would give him a sense of hope that would always be there when nothing else could be.

He patted my waist and made his way over to the tray and picked up a cinnamon roll. He handed one to me and we ate in silence for longer than we had in quite a long time.

He had finally broke the silence, but with a question I'd been dreading all morning, "Why didn't you come get me?" he spoke in a quiet voice, every word he said seemed to get softer.

"It was the middle of the day," I began, licking my lips hoping to regain any composure I could muster in that short amount of time. "Haymitch and Greasy Sae were here eating lunch. And I had passed out." I rubbed my forehead, "I was sure the bakery would be busy and I didn't want to..." my voice faded, the excuses I had in my head wouldn't reach my lips. Every excuse sounded like a well thought out lie. "I didn't want you to deal with any more pain." My eyes become foggy from the tears forming in my eyes, and my words begin to be jumbled. "You wanted this baby so much and I hadn't. But I had loved it more and more as I carried her, but I just knew that you were going to be more upset about it that me." Finally, the truth. Every excuse that I had thought of last night was lost in my mind. I told Peeta the truth. I hadn't wanted the baby, but I had loved her.

"You thought I wasn't strong enough?" The sadness in his voice is evident, but I catch a glimpse of anger as well. "You thought I wasn't strong enough to hold your hand while you were in the hospital? You thought I wasn't strong enough to be the one to tell you our baby was dead?" His eyes bore into mine. Searching for more answers than what I had already given to him. But I didn't have anything else. I'd lost a baby I never wanted in the first place.

"You're a heartless woman." Peeta mumbles loud enough just so I can hear.

I hold back more tears, "How could you say that to me?"

"I call them like I see them," he shoves the tray of food into the sink. In pure shock, I watch him grab his coat and walk out the door.

My hand covers my mouth and my knees hit the floor, what have I done?

A/N: Yes, I know it's a bit short and the characters may be a little OOC, but I wanted to give the feeling that Peeta was so distraught over losing a baby and that she didn't want him to be there with her, that he couldn't handle being around Katniss for some time. I also hope this chapter cleared up a little bit of why Peeta wasn't there with Katniss when she was in the hospital. I think the next chapter should also clear up some of your other questions as well. If not feel free to PM me.