Watch Your Ground [ON HOLD]

Chapter 8: Katniss

I open my eyes to a new day. A day where I am still officially different.

Ten days ago we escaped our spy headquarters and started a journey together. Nine days ago, we announced our love for one another.

I remember wrapping my arms around Peeta last night. I needed it. A smile forms as I notice my hands are still resting in the back of his shoulders.

My eyes trail to his eyes and I see that he's looking at me. But beyond his blue eyes I don't see blonde curls, but brown with the slightest blonde seeping through the roots. I bite my lip and bury my head back into his chest. I know he's now seeing me with short blonde hair.

"Jennifer?"

"Don't call me that in private remember. I want to still be known as Katniss still, by you." I interrupt. "Because I'm still calling you Peeta."

"Okay. Sorry, I forgot." I nod and Peeta kisses the top of my head.

I don't think we've clarified whether or not we're in a relationship but I think our actions in the last week have soared which gives me a conclusion. We are in a relationship together.

No questions needed.

Peeta chuckles as I run the tips of my fingers over his shoulder, bringing me a soothing feeling.
I squish my face in pain as I feel pain begin to radiate my lower back. I sit up, ruining my comfortable embrace and bend over, placing my hands on my back. I never get back-ache.

"Peeta, can you - can you give me one of your amazing massages on my lower back please." I ask and I hear the bed sheets rustle. Peeta removes my own hands from my back and slips my shirt I was wearing off, placing it on the makeshift bed beside us. Leaving me in my bra before the palms of his make contact with my skin.

I try to relax as his hands dig into my skin but a nauseous feeling grows inside of me.

"My body hasn't been having a good day so far." I mumble, Peeta catching every word.

"Why? What is wrong?" Peeta questions running his hands along my sides.

"I feel like I'm going to vomit." I state and then I get conformation.

I jump from the bed, Peeta just behind and place my hand over my mouth before entering the bathroom and removing everything from my stomach. I drop to my knees and Peeta holds back my now short hair, rubbing my back and giving me slight reassurance that I'm okay.

I take deep breaths, once I finish. I flush the toilet and with holding a hand to my stomach, stand up with Peeta's support. I suddenly feel weak and lightheaded.

Peeta helps me to the sink as I rinse my mouth and cool myself down. "Peeta, I think I need a minute to myself." I say and look at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

"Okay." He whispers into my ear, kissing my earlobe before leaving.

I just start staring at myself in the mirror. This new person. This Jennifer Lawrence I have half evolved into.

I look down at the hand resting on my belly. I notice the slightest curve my hands are making. My hand flies to my mouth and I begin to shake. Grasping into items, I make my way to the door which grabs Peeta's attention to look up as I emerge in the door frame.

"Peeta. I - I might be pregnant." My lightheadedness gets the best of me as I faint right in front of him.