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Blueberry Pancakes.

Causiously, I picked up the phone and dialed the number and Peeta locked the door being sure Fisher was gone. And soon as someone picks up I speak. "I'd like to speak with Andler please."

"One minuet." It takes near seconds for him to be handed the phone. "Can I help you?" He asks oblivious to who I am still.

"Andler it's me, Katniss. And I believe we have a problem."

"What kind of problem?"

"Do you know a man named Fisher?"

Peeta gasps and backs up from the window slowly. "Andler please." I beg. "He was very curious about us and now he's standing outside my house staring in."

"Where are you at?" He asks with urgency.

I tell him the address and turn off the phone as we crawl into the bedroom and lock the door. We wait half an hour waiting for something to happen.

After a while we finally hear a gunshot. I look to Peeta in horror as he sighs and rubs my hair. He kisses my temple and there's a knock on the door. "Katniss!" I can hear Andler yelling from outside. "Let me in."

I rush and open the door, showing him to the sink to wash the blood off of his hands. Peeta watches him horrified, Andler glances at me then asks for a beer.

We all sit down on the couch. "So I assume you have explained us to him?" He breaks the silence looking from Peeta to me. I nod.

"We've talked about it, yes." I nod.

"Alright good .... So that man outside, he's the one we've been looking for." He says with a stern nod and a drink of beer.

"Really? Why? What's he done?" I ask.

"He's a con-artist. Very skilled with getting close to people and having them believe his sob story. How did he get you two?" He asks a bit of amusement in his voice.

"Told us he was Finnick b-brother." I stutter on his name. "He looked just like him and-"!

The knock on the door startles me. I look to Andler in horror. "It's just Kenny." He nods as I stand to open the door for him slowly. I hand him a beer from the fridge and sit back down next to Peeta. "I'm sorry we seemed to ruin your honeymoon. How many more days do you have left?" He asks.

"Three or four depending on if we want to leave right away." Peeta says.

"Can I ask a question." I look to Andler.

"Shoot."

"Why did the emergency alert on television say the right arm was based out if district seven if you guys are here?"

"Well technically we are split up all over the nation, but the base the government found was a decoy to get us their vehicles and supplies."

"And it worked." Kenny grinned, my eyes waver down to the blood stain on his pants.

"Did anyone die?" Peeta asks wrapping arm around my waist.

"No I-"

"District Four police, open up." The voice rings in our ears, as I try to think on my toes.

"The back door, come on. Peeta answer the front door." I say sternly running silently to the sliding glass door. It opens to the sandy beach, thankfully the police are not around the back side of the house. "Get going!" I hiss quietly as they run from our house.

I make my way back to Peeta. "What's wrong baby?" I ask placing a hand on his back.

"These people are looking for someone." He looks to the two police men. Their two bulky men, with shaved heads and thick fingers.

"Have you seen this man?" He holds up a security camera picture of Andler. I squint my eyes then finally shake my head.

"No, I don't know him. Sorry."

They nod. "Okay ma'am. Thank you, just a routine check. Sorry to bother you guys." I smile and close the door.

Silently we walk to the bedroom. I strip myself of my clothes and crawl into bed with just his large t-shirt on. I cuddle into his side and he wraps his arm around me tighter. He flips through the hundreds of television stations on the television as I play with his hands. I sigh. "Murder on our honeymoon."

"As much as I hate to say it." He starts. "It's not unusual looking back at our past."

I can't but chuckle, which turns into a cough and he looks down at me. "You alright?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I smile.

"Okay." He nods and bends down to kiss my lips gently. He lays the remote on the table and allows me to roll over top of him. We lay there for endless minuets until I become tired and roll off of him.

"Goodnight my dear." He whispers.

"Goodnight my boy with the bread."

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The next morning I wake quickly, Peeta's already awake and in a different room. I rush to the bathroom and puke up liquid seeing that there's nothing in my stomach. I sigh already knowing what that means. I wash out my mouth and then pull on sweatpants suddenly feeling cold. When he sees me he stands quickly and comes over to me. "Good morning." He she's touching my arms.  "I made breakfast, come sit." I nod slowly at his sudden and irregular seriousness.

I sit down next to him at the table, he sets a plate of blueberry pancakes down in front of me. "What's the occasion?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"N-Nothing." He shakes his head.

"You can tell me later?" I ask quietly.

"Yes, a-after breakfast." He says his voice and face visibly breaking. I take his hand in mine and looking into his eyes. I press his lips to mine and hold him there for a second.

"Whatever's happened, I swear we'll get through it together." I tell him quietly.

"I hope so.." He nods. We eat breakfast in silence. Both of us drowning in our own anxiety. His anxiety towards having to tell me the bad news, mine's towards knowing what he's about to tell me. 

I rub my face, finally giving in and making myself a cup of coffee. As I'm adding a bunch of sugar I remember he likes coffee. "Do you want coffee?" I ask loudly. I don't get an answer so I make it anyways, I walk into the living room.

I quickly place the cups on the coffee table and find Peeta in a heap on the couch. He's crying loudly, his body wracked in shakes as he sobs. "Peeta." I breath quickly. I take him into my arms, holding my tight. "Shhh, shh your okay. Everything's okay." I tell him.

He leaves a pool of tears on my chest as I hold him to myself. "Your okay, your okay." I continue to repeat. What could possibly make him cry this hard?

"Hey, look here." I whisper pulling his face up to look at me. "What happened?" I breath our faces not an inch apart.

"H-H-Haymith.." Is all he's able to get out at first. My mind starts racing.

"Haymitch? Haymitch what?" I ask frantically, all it does is seem to make him cry harder. "Peeta, please tell me." I plead.

"Haymitch has cancer."

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Hey guys, hope you all had a safe and fun New Years. What did you do? I know my family set off bombs in our backyard and shot automatic guns, we are kinda strange.

Anyways, what did you think of this chapter? Haymitch has cancer?!