Katniss and Peeta Mellark:There are Far Worse Games to Play

Chapter 6

"Nothing. I just woke up", I reply. "Are you feeling better this morning", Peeta asks me. "Yeah. I don't know what that was last night. It was really out of the blue", I say, thinking about it. "You know, Katniss, it could be just more than a flu. We'll see how you go today but if you still no good then we'll go to your mother and have her check you out. Ok?", Peeta asks. "Okay", I say.

After this, Peeta takes me downstairs and has me lay down on the couch for a bit. A little while after, Peeta treats me with cheese buns, my favorite food. I dig into these and end up finishing them very quickly. "You sure hungry Katniss", Peeta says, smiling. "At least your not being sick". "Hold that thought Peeta", I say as I rush to the bathroom to be sick. This isn't right, I think inside my head. I'm never usually this sick. "Come on, Katniss. Where going to your mothers house", Peeta says, immediately after I finish being sick. "Ok then", I reply.

So, we walk over to my mothers house. When we knock on the door she comes immediately and opens it for us. "Hi mum", I say casually. "Mrs Everdeen can you check Katniss? She's been vomiting and has had cold sweats", Peeta said, looking at me. "Ok then, Peeta", my mother says.

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So after a little while, my mother has an idea about what's wrong with me. I look up at my mother and she has a single tear roll down her face. "What's wrong mum? An I gonna die? Like I haven't heard that 50 times in the last week", I say sarcastically. "No your not going to die. Your Pregnant", my mother says happily. Luckily Peeta isn't in the room so he can't react until I tell him. And he can't see my immediate reaction either. Now I feel like my whole life is about to come shattering down. But then again, I did agree to have kids after Peeta begged for them. So it's kinda my fault too. As I'm thinking Peeta comes in and sees that we're finished. "So what's wrong?", he asks immediately. "Can we talk about It later, Peeta?", I ask. "Sure", he replies.

Just before we leave, I say goodbye to my mother and she asks weather I'll tell him or not. "I will but just not now", I answer back. After this we leave.

When we get back home I lye down on the couch and wait for Peeta to join me. When he does, he lifts my head up as he sits down and then puts my head back down on his lap. "So are you gonna tell me what's wrong?", Peeta asks. "Well....", I start off but then I realize that I should just say it straight out. "I'm pregnant. For real", I say. "Oh my god", Peeta mumbles.