I do, I need you. #wattys2016

Tilly's Nightmare.

I stand there for a few seconds shocked at his bitterness towards me. I rack my brain for a response but it takes all I am to not turn and then to our room crying. But I take a deep breath and make my way to the small kitchen and look through the fridge. I spot a small fruit pie and lift it from it's container before grabbing two forks and walking to Tilly's room.

"Tilly.." I say as I knock softly on her bedroom door. "You in there?" I shake my head and walk back to our room when I remember she's being interviewed. I eat the pie while watching the other interviews from the other 'districts'. I skip through the ones of their family. They'll have new family interviews by the time the games are in their final eight tributes. I secretly hope ours don't make it, but if they do I hope they win. I don't want to have to watch the final fight between them be Blaine and someone else and Blaine loose.

I sit on my bed and watch the interviews. A preview of our quarter quell appears, they are showing the games later along with all the other mentors games. Ours being the last and grand finale.

The door opens and squeaks, then Peeta appears. He sits down on the bed facing away from me, I can see him rubbing his hands in his laps. "Hey.." He sighs.

"Hi." I answer placing my pie and fork on the nightstand table.

"Look I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have fought with you and-"

"Your right, you shouldn't have when you knew you were wrong." I end up saying the words just flying out of my mouth.

"Look Katniss. I didn't come to talk to you to fight. So if that's what your gonna do, then I can just wait and we can keep acting until one of us grows up."

"Peeta, I'm not trying to fight. It just really makes me angry that you had to go and fight with me. And then pushing me too the bed roughly." All at once he stands and comes sitting next to me.

"Katniss I'm sorry. I just, I didn't mean to hurt you. I never tried to, it's just like something takes over me. I'm so so sorry." I feel his hands grasp him tightly and he leans in for a kiss. "What? What's wrong?" He asks frantically.

"Peeta. You could have hurt me or the baby, aren't you the least bit upset?" I ask.

"Of course I am. I just want to be with you and not have to act for the cameras."

"Okay Peeta. Fine." I whisper before starting to nod.

"You forgive me?" He asks kissing my hands.

"Yes. But only if you promise to never ever fight with me like this again. Because I don't think the baby can take it."

"I promise Katniss. Never ever ever, from now on it's you and me and no fighting." He promises to me.

"Okay." I nod to him. Gradually, I bring his chin to mine and kiss his lips. All at once the fireworks and hunger builds and explodes in my chest. "I love you Peeta."

"I love you too." We both nod and he lays down on the bed with me. I snuggle into his chest before speaking again.

"I'm hungry." I mumble. He sits up halfway before looking at the pie I just ate.

"Seriously?" He asks holding back a laugh.

"I'm eating for two people. I has a right to be starving. The little boy's gotta eat a lot to grow." I smile.

"Little boy?" He asks. "How are you so sure it's a boy?"

"Mother's instinct." I reply before standing and throwing away the pan. I walk from the room hearing his faint footsteps behind me as I make my way back to the kitchen. I look through everything and find there's nothing in hungry for. "Spaghetti and chocolate." I say from the island bar in the kitchen.

"What? Spaghetti and chocolate?" He asks taking a drink of water. He hands me the bottle and I drink the rest of it.

"I want spaghetti and chocolate chip cookies." I tell him.

"I can't make them. I don't have my kitchen, or my baking supplies-"

"Or your cute appron." I smile. Caesar waves goodbye before our tributes make their way over to us. "How did your interviews go?" I ask politely as they get water.

"Terrible. Blaine was so mean to the man." I hear Tilly say.

"Mean to Caesar? Why?" I ask throwing my bottle at him.

"He's so annoying. He's made the games look like some sort of amazing event when in reality they are something evil decided by you two."

"Sure we decided on this one. But, it was Snow who created them."

"And I I don't recall I heard you speaking about how you loved the games."

He smashes his fists onto the marble countertop. "That was before everything set in! I'm going to die within two weeks and no one seems to give a shit!"

"You have to take this serious for us to do the same!" Peeta grunts smacking down on the counter with as much force as Blaine did.

"Guys, let's just calm down." I say. "We will start training tomorrow. It starts at nine, so we don't have much to do today besides prepping for the interviews and any training."

"Let's get started." Peeta motions to the couch.

**

The talk was long and strenuous, Blaine was stubborn about being himself. We could change nothing about him. Tilly on the other hand was open to suggestions. The poor girl is trying so hard to help herself, when in reality there's a slim chance she'll win. I sigh and snuggle into my Peeta. "I love you."

"I love you more Katniss."

When I wake, it's still dark and Peeta's still asleep. I hear Tillt screaming and crying. As much as my body wants to reject the contents of my stomach, I push to her room.

I round the corner to her room to see that Blaine had already beaten me. He wakes her carefully as Peeta once did for me. And still does sometimes. He rubs her arm soothingly before standing from her whimpering figure.

She sobs harder and he crawls back into bed with her. "Are you okay?" He breaths. I've never seen this side of Blaine. The caring, passionate side of him. I watch as he calms her down. But doesn't he have a pregnant girlfriend?

"It was just a nightmare." She whispered.

"I know, I get them too."

"Will you spend the night with me? I don't really want to be alone." She requests.

"Yeah, of course." He stands making his way to the door to close it. We make brief eye contact before he shuts it right between us.

There's something up with Blaine, and I'll figure it out if it's the death of me.