Chapter 9 (Get out)

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{Katniss POV}

I wake up to the smell of pancakes
I wall down the stairs to see Peeta baking. He was so focused he didn't notice me coming down the stairs, until I was as the 3rd to last stair when it creaked

That must be an old stair, they should really get that replaced. Peeta turns around and sees me, he had batter and powder all over his clothes

"Good morning"

he greets with his normal smile and walks over to me. He gives me a hug as I reply with

"Peeta what is this for"

"Oh well I woke up and this was what came to mind"

"Oh I love it" I say kissing his cheek

Powder from the pancakes gets my mouth and I cough a bit from inhaling it
Peeta chuckles

"I'll get cleaned up"

He walks up the stairs to our bedroom shutting the door and turning on the shower
I walk over to the crispy turkey bacon, it was still warm. I bite into a piece and it crunches, it was perfect, I look around at all the items he has scattered across the table. I see very many kitchen utensils. My eyes caught a glace of scrambled eggs, freshly made, I find a fork, and try the eggs.

"Delicious" I say at almost the tone of a whisper, how can Peeta be such a great, cook, writer, speaker, poet and an artist? Is there anything he can't do? Well other than hunting, that ended badly the last time. We went out hunting one time last year, and since Peeta has a prostatic leg he has trouble walking on uneven surfaces. He slipped and slid down the hill. Lucky he didn't fall far, and he wasn't terribly injured, just a few bruises.

Its actually really good. Then I hear a knock at the door, I don't want to answer it so I just ignored it, but the knocking continued so I finally decide to open the door

Then I regret my decision

I want to close it right when it opens

"No, go away get out"

"Oh Catnip come on" replied Gale

"No I don't wanna hear it"

Gail looks down at my stomach
"Wow... It's different from the last time I saw it"

"That's how pregnancy works Gale"

"Are you sure it's-... You know... BrEaD bOy's baby"

"He has a name and yes I know for sure I don't know who's else it would be" I asked confused.. For I had only been with Peeta

"I can get that thing out of you if you want its not hard"

"NO!! Don't you dare touch me!!"

"Katniss I'm just trying to help you, just let me help... Please" he actually sounded like I could trust him... But I couldn't... And I don't trust him

Gale wrapped his hands around me to keep me from squirming

"Let go of me!! Peeta Help!!"

then Gale held me close to his chest where i could get his sent. I tried to break away but his grip was to firm, then he kissed me on the cheek.

"Katniss I'm trying to change your mind and save you... I'm trying to help you remember that its me that you need not him"

I hear footsteps running down the stairs

"Katniss what's wrong i heard you scr-... no, no Gale get off of her"

Peeta pushed Gale off me

"Oh come on bread boy you're so protective, to bad you didn't have this protection the night you got Katniss pregnant"

"I get protective when it comes to fools like you trying to mess with my family!! Katniss is all I have left!!"

"She isn't yours she's mine" yelled Gale

"Do you think you can just waltz up in here and kiss her Gale?? After all you put her through because I thought I made it clear to Never Ever try something with Katniss Ever Again"

After that Gale left with an angry look, the look as if he hadn't been defeated and he would be back, which I knew he would, I've known him for years and its hard for him to give up what he wants.

Peeta looks at me concerned kneeling down to check my body for any cuts or wounds

"Peeta I told you I'm fine"

"Ok... Did Gale say and threats?"

"No but he did ask me if the baby was yours, and I found it quite strange he asked it"

Peeta stood up quickly and looked at me with confusion

"Well is mine... Isn't it?"

"Yes of course it is but Gale did say to me 'well I can get that thing out of you' Now I'm worried what if he tries again"

"Oh Katniss its ok calm down let's just eat our breakfast"

And that's what we did

And then we went to training

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