After Mockingjay- Katniss and Peeta

Chapter 27: first month/third month

Peeta's P.O.V:

I wake up when the the sunlight straining through the window. I stroke Katniss hair as she sleeps on my bare chest and snors.
I decied to not try to wake her. She has woked up early the last couple weeks becouse of her morning sickness. She hasn't been feeling the best on the days either.
Buttercup decided to come home after all these years.
One day he just stood at the door and i guess he was looking for Prim.
Later that day Katniss had an breakdown. She said all the things that have happend through the years was her fault and if she had been more protective of Prim she would be alive.
It was so bad i had to call Katniss's mother over here. That breakdown wasn't good for her or the baby. She calmed down and fell asleep for a couple of hours and her mother staid for a few days before going back to district 4.

I feel bad of what Katniss is going through. She keeps telling me that it's not my fault.
But i know it kinda is.

Suddenly Katniss begins to stir on my chest and after a while she opens her beautiful grey eyes and they're meeting mine.

"Good morning love." I smile.

"Morning handsome." She smiles back and yawns.

"No nightmares?" I ask her and she shakes her head.

"No, you?" She asks and raises and eyebrow worried.

"Yeah, but i was okay when i realized you were here." And she sighs.

"Why don't you wake me up when you're having a nightmare, Peeta? I want to be there for you as much as you are here for me."

"I don't want to wake you up when you're sleeping. You have to have your sleep." I answer.

"So do you." She shoots back.

"But not as much as you do." I say and point at her babybump.
"I'm not carrying a person inside me."

"I'm glad i'm carrying your child Peeta. Something that it's just ours." She smiles and kisses me.

I immediately kiss her back and after she lays back in my arms and flicking with my hair.

"Like my hair?" I smirk.

"No, i love it." She smiles.

But after a while her face is turning pale and she whimpers and begins to pant loudly. She places her hand over her mouth and runs to the bathroom.
I follow her and holding her hair back as she throws up in the toilet. I rub cirkles on her back and whispers comforting words in her ear.
When she is done puking she flushes the toilet and leans back on the wall.

"Ugh, i hate this stuff." She groans and leans her head against my shoulder.

"I know. Lucky for you it doesn't last the whole pregnancy." I try to comfort her and she asks.

"Stay with me?"

And i answer.

"Always."

2 months later...

It's getting cold outside now. It's already october and Katniss is i already in her 3rd month of pregnancy.
In month 5, which is 2 months away, our midwife can tell us if it is a girl or a boy.
I guess/want a girl.
I want her to look like Katniss and run around in the house with short chubby legs.
I can see it happen. Our happy daugther is coming home from her first day at school and she's telling us about her new friends and claiming she is a "big girl" now.