Finding the Missing Piece: Book 3

Chapter Fifty

Katniss POV- (The next morning)

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping and the warmth of a sleeping Peeta next to me.

My head right next to his and my legs enveloping his own.

Peeta's hands are linked together holding me closely to him, little snores escape him.

I smile and just stare at him.

How truly perfect can someone be?

I've asked myself that question billions of times.

Peeta's long blond eyelashes and of course, his eyelids conceal his sparkling blue eyes, his lips in a perfect pout and his jawline perfectly sharp.

How can someone be so beautiful?

I hear the phone ringing and I lift my head up, still trapped by Peeta.

"Peeta, the phone is ringing. Wake up." I say softly, but receive no movements at all. I twist my body so that I am flat on my back and try to pry his warm fingers off of me but I can't.

"Peeta, wake up." I say a little frustrated. But receive no answer, he must be in a pretty deep sleep, because he usually wakes up for the slightest things in the night.

I decide that the phone call can't be too important so I just relax and lay back into Peeta's arms, deciding it's not that bad after all.

I fall back asleep and I'm not awakened until it's Peeta who's trying to get away now.

I open my eyes, "Peeta, what are you doing?" I ask softly.

He looks down, "Just getting up, go back to sleep." He says, brushing hair out of my face.

I shake my head, "No, I need to get up too. Someone called earlier but I couldn't get up, you wouldn't wake up." I tell him as I sit upright.

He shrugs, "Sorry."

"It's find. We can call them back now." I say, standing up.

Peeta gives me a hug and a kiss on the lips, "Hey. Good morning." He says.

I smile, "Good morning."

I walk into the kitchen to where my cell phone sits on the table.

I see that it's already noon and I received a call from Bristol at 6:50 this morning.

"Who was it?" Peeta asks curiously as he walks into the kitchen.

I frown down at the phone, wondering why she called so early, "Bristol at 6:50."

Peeta gives me a look, "You better call her back and see what's up." Peeta says.

I nod and redial her number, on the third ring, she picks up.

(On the phone with Bristol)

She answers and I hear that Carter angry squeals in the background, obviously not happy.

"Kat. Can you please come over?" Bristol pleads, almost crying herself.

"Of course, but what's wrong?" I ask worriedly.

"Something is wrong with Carter. She's been awake all night long and she won't stop crying. I checked her temperature and it's okay but I've fed her and rocked her and nothing is helping." Bristol says.

I frown, "I'll be over in a minute."

"Okay, thank you."

I hang up and Peeta gives me a worried look.