Why can't my eyes just close and find another dark world to watch? I can't see anything as it being the middle of the night, it pretty much is the same as what I see while I sleep.
It's been a week, I hope the baby will stay inside of me for at least a few more weeks. I'll allow it to come when I'm in my 36th week, which is two weeks away.
I can here Peeta softly snoring beside me, in a full sleep, as well as my own heart beat faintly ringing in my ears.
My hand still caresses my belly, protecting this still unborn child that needs to stay where it is. It just won't stop kicking.
"You just want to keep me awake don't ya?" I whisper to my child and it kicks harder briefly. "I'm taking that as a yes." I mutter and sigh.
Then it rips through me again. I whimper and grasp onto my pillow. I close my eyes and cradle my belly with my free arm as the fire burns inside me. I try to steady my own breathing.
I need to do this by myself.
I squish my face up in pain, trying to contain a scream. Peeta needs his sleep. It's worse than last week. It feels like I'm being burnt alive and bitten by snakes.
I don't like this. At all.
My grip loosens and my eyes slowly open as the pain ends. "Peeta?" I speak up, wanting his touch.
I feel him stir beside me and the snoring stops, signalling to me that he's not sleeping.
"Yeah?" He croaks, sounding still half asleep.
"Another one." He knows what I mean, I have them so often now. He turns to face my back and shuffles closer to me, letting me stay in the position I am in.
His right arm drapes over my protruding belly. I lift my head up as he slides his left arm under my head. He kisses the back of my neck and I slowly grab onto his left hand, which rests beside me. His right hand is soon placed over mine cradling our baby's home.
"Why didn't you wake me?" Peeta asks me.
"I didn't want to wake you from your needed sleep." I answer and Peeta sighs.
"You know you can wake me? You need sleep more than I do." Peeta retorts and I move my right hand to rest ontop of my belly, taking Peeta's hand with mine.
"But I just can't get any. Our baby is just keeping me up on purpose."
"Maybe it does need to come sweetie. I know you don't want it to but it might be ready." Peeta suggests and I don't agree with it. I don't want to.
After that, silence overtakes this small world we are in right now. Peeta's fingers play with mine but he doesnt dare to place his hand on my belly.
He knows our baby kicks harder and hurts me more when he does so. Especially when I'm close to going into labour, he doesn't want to work the baby up.
After sometime, I slowly push myself up to sit, with Peeta's support. My body complains as I stand up, holding onto anything I can.
"Where are you going?" Peeta says and I turn to see him sitting up in our bed.
"Just the toilet." I answer and Peeta nods.
It takes time but I make my way to our ensuite bathroom. Soon enough, I push the door fully open and switch on the light. The lights illuminating yet blinding me.
My hands on the walls and grasping objects for any support I head to the other end of the bathroom.
I stop suddenly when I hear a pop and water gushes out and lands right below me. My mouth drops and I slowly look down.
I scream so loudly as I not only see clear liquid before me,
but blood.
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Fragile Glass Hearts - (Dangerous Bridges Sequel)
Fanfiction(MUST READ DANGEROUS BRIDGES BEFORE THIS): Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark have made it, they've loved each other with out getting caught. Until now. The word enemies isn't to he spoken again between status, but they know now the family rivalry i...
