Peeta's POV
I'm sat on our sofa in the living room sketching a Lily flower on my sketch pad, using the television as background noise. Then I hear the door creak open ever so slowly. At first I think Buttercup is opening the door until I turn my head to see Katniss. She has a look on her face that immediately makes me concerned.
"Hey baby, what up?" I coo as I drop all my art supplies off the sofa to make room for my wife. She's been crying, and from one look in her eyes I can tell she is about to spill tears again.
She says nothing but sobs into me chest. I wrap my arms around her small frame, and breathe in the smell of her beautiful hair, often where my head goes when she is distressed.
It's been about 10 minutes I've been holding Katniss in my embrace, just rocking her back and forth. I see her lift her tired head up and she stares into my eyes.
"Do you want to tell me what's up?" I ask calmly. She nods slowly and pull away. I can tell she is hesitant to tell me the problem. It's probably some awful nightmare she doesn't want to relive. She tries to get some words out but she can't.
"Peeta...I'm.." she starts. She pauses for a moment. "Peeta im sorry." And she burst into sobs once again. "Katniss, why are you sorry please tell me what's wrong."
"Peeta, there was some kind of mix up with the birth control, I might have missed a day or two." Now I'm lost. What is she talking about?
"Katniss you're not making sense." I try. She stops talking and takes a deep sigh.
"Peeta, I'm pregnant."
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The hunger games; growing together
FanfictionLife after mockingjay...the beginning of katniss and Peeta's adventure.
