I do, I need you. #wattys2016

The Shipping Container.

We spent the rest of the day splashing and playing together in the ocean. After a while, the wind began to get cold as did the ocean and we decided it was time to come back inside. We shower together, washing off the salt water and sand stuck behind on our bodies. It's been a perfect afternoon with him.

As the night drawls to a close, he decides to cook for me. As he's doing so, I excuse myself and lay down on the bed, tired. Peeta's only a few steps behind me as I lay down on the bed ready to look at the kite I received earlier.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, just tired that's all." I say, it's half true, I really am tired.

"Oh, okay. I figured you got sick." He says hopefully.

I shake my head smiling. No, the symptoms won't appear for about a week or two." I say nodding. "But I can always take a test now and see if I'm pregnant."

His eyes light up. "Yeah." He nods rushing to bring my them from our unpacked stuff. "Go." He says quickly motioning towards the door. "I'll check on dinner."

I nod as he places a kiss on my cheek before letting me alone in the bathroom. I do the test and sit it on the counter as I wait. As I let the test do it's thing, I wonder if I should go meet the strange men tonight. I know Peeta told me I'm not to go, but if it comes down to it I will. Yet again, I will fight.

The clock ticks telling me a minuet has gone by. I take a deep breath and pick up the test.

I throw it in the trash and walk out of the doorway. He stands looking at me hopefully.

"Well?" He asks.

"Negative." I breath, he takes me into his arms and nods.

"It's okay. We can try again." He whispers into my hair. "Okay?"

"Okay." I nod.

"I love you." He reminds me.

"I love you more." I smile before pressing my lips to his.

***

Gradually over the night, I've had Peeta drink. Then at bedtime, he was out like a light. I feel bad tricking him, like I did in the first games when I had to get his medicine. I had drugged him then, at least this time I didn't drug him.

I stand from my spot on the couch and tip-toe into the bedroom. I pull on black jeans, and a dark jacket; then I place a small pocket knife in my jacket pocket. I place a kiss on his cheek then walk from the door.

My feet carry me slowly through the dark empty streets. My shoes clicking off the hard cobblestone is the only noise that fills the street. The docks aren't far, maybe a ten minuet walk.

Every single noise has me on edge and jumping at everything. As I reach the docks I find a large shipping container, the door to it is cracked and light is shining at me through the darkness. Slowly I creep towards the door shrinking to the ground a little. I knock on the door and instantly I hear feet shuffle towards me.

In a blink of an eye a gun battle is pressed into my temple. "Stop!" I manage to choke out.

"Who are you?" The harsh man's voice asks, shocked I don't answer. I just stare at the figure. "How did you find us?"

"I'm Katniss Mellark." I say. "I got this note, from one of your members. Are you the right arm?" I ask.

He rudely and angrily pulls down my hood revealing my scarred face. Reluctantly, he removes the gun from my temple and pushes me inside by the shoulder. I'm blinded by the bright light at first, then as everything begins to come in focus I see a group of people watching us. I spot the young man who had originally given me the note last night.