The next day (Katniss = 4 months pregnant Effie = 2 months pregnant)
I slowly open my eyes and realize that I am still in Haymitch and Effie's house. I carefully turn onto my back and realize that Peeta is sleeping on the floor below me. He looks so beautiful with the sun shining down on his face making him glimmer in the light. I reach down and gently so as not to wake him up, stroke his face, it doesn't work.
"Hey sweety, how are you feeling?" He asks as he slowly turns over to see me. "I'm… I'm…." and before I can say anything else I burst into tears for the umpteenth time. Peeta immediately climbs up behind me on the sofa and begins to stroke my back.
"Hey, hey, hey, sweety its fine shhhhh" he says as he holds me in his arms while I try to calm down and stop crying. When I finally muster up the courage to speak I turn around so I am on my side and facing Peeta.
"The baby, it moved, I dropped everything and ran, I came here, I didn't know what else to do. " I say as I cuddle into Peeta's arms. "Sweety, the baby moving is supposed to be a happy thing, it is supposed to be something that mothers enjoy. It allows you to know that the baby is healthy." He says soothingly, as he continues to stroke my back in a circular motion. "Why do you think it frightens you so much?" He says quietly, I can tell that he is trying not to make me break down again.
"Well, I just… I just feel like no I really do have a responsibility to protect her, and, when she moves… it feels unbearable. Everything feels wrong… I can't cope with another 5 months of this Peeta… I really can't," I say spilling out all of the fear and anguish that is inside of me. I can tell he is slightly taken aback by these comments but he continues to hold me and rub my back, which is making me feel so much better. "Katniss, the baby kicking is a good thing, it means that she is happy and healthy," he says kissing my forehead. "I know, it's just, the feeling scares me," I say putting my hands inside Peeta's top to feel the warmth coming off his body.
We stay there for a while, just holding each other. "Peeta" I say looking into his bright blue eyes. "Mmm?" he answers looking down at me. "We should probably go home and get out of Haymitch and Effie's space." I say as I begin to pull myself away from Peeta and start to sit up. "There's no hurry sweetheart!" says a voice from the doorway. I turn around to see Haymitch standing in the doorway holding a mug of coffee, and I wonder how long he has been there for. "No really Haymitch, we really need to leave you and Effie alone!" I say smiling at Haymitch "But thank you so much Haymitch, I don't know how I would have coped without you and Effie there!" I say as I walk towards Haymitch and pull him into a hug, (which for Haymitch and I is a big emotional step forward) "If you ever need anything sweetheart, we are always here for you, never forget that" He says to me.
Peeta and I walk through the door of our house and I see the smashed plates and food all over the floor. I bend to start and clean all the mess up, but Peeta lifts me back up and leads me towards the bedroom. After he gets me dressed he puts me back into bed. As Peeta kisses me and then heads towards the door I stop him. "Wait, Peeta, can you stay with me?" I say and he nods and lies down on the bed and pulls me closer into him. I lay my head on his chest and tuck my hands up into Peeta's tee shirt, his hands fall onto either side of my stomach in a protective stance. I fall asleep cradled in Peeta's arms, my favorite place to be.
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