Everlark

This is my first fanfiction, ever. Ok? So I know it most likely will need some "fixer-uppers."  Comment what you think.

Thanks. - K

Katniss P.O.V.

"Kiss me." I said.

"Nothing," Peeta said while leaving a trail of kisses down to the bottom of my chin, "Would give me greater pleasure."

We, well I, began to moan louder. It felt like the happiest moment of my life. Knowing that I, Katniss Mellark, was finally married to the boy with the bread.

"Katniss?" Peeta said, breaking the kiss.

"Yes, Peeta?" I replied moving on top of him placing my lips back on his.

"We should stop."

"Why on earth should we? We are married...Aren't we?" I said, a bit confused.

"Yes, we are. But I don't want you to feel pressured into having kids. You said that you never wanted them."

"Peeta. The world is safer now. Snow is dead, along with Coin. An-" I get cut off by Peeta's reply. "Thanks to you!" he says with a grin.

"It wouldn't be my first choice, but you have given me everything I could ever ask for. So I think I could give you something you ask for in return."

"Katniss, you don't have to." he says.

"But I want to. If not for you, then for us."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Not poss--"

I cut him off by stopping him with my lips. "Oh yes it is," I say finishing the conversation.

Peeta P.O.V.

Obviously Katniss doesn't realize that she doesn't have to do this for me. Yes, I want children, but in a way that will make both of us comfortable.

Katniss and I have been married for 3 months now and I haven't brought up the word "children" once. I can tell Katniss senses something wrong.

"Peeta?"

"Yes, honey?" I replied.

"Are you okay?" she asked with a worried look.

"Never been better," I lied. Of course I'm not okay. She was considering having kids for me. Not her. Me. And to me, that was not okay.

"Don't lie to me."

"What would make you think that I was lying to you?" I asked.

"Well, ONE: You haven't talked to me all week, unless I'm the one who starts the conversation. TWO: You have been going to the bakery everyday and that's not something you do often. It's almost as if you want to get away from me." she says beginning to tear up.

"Katn--," I try stopping her but theres no point.

"And THREE:" she says wiping her tears, "I'm your wife and I know when you are lying, up to something, or sad. Now....What is wrong, Peeta?"

"Why?" I ask her

"'Why' what?" she responds.

"Why are you doing this? Having children for my sake."

"Peeta, I told you that I was doing this for US!" she remarks.

"I don't want you to do something that you are not comfortable with. Do you understand, Katniss?" I asked her. She was zoning out and I couldn't get her attenion.

Katniss P.O.V.

"...Katniss?" I hear Peeta say.

I feel myself swaying side to side. Then all of a sudden my hand flies to my stomach. I jump up and run to the bathroom. I'm sick. This happens a few times a day while Peeta is at work. I never told Peeta because I knew immediately that he would overreact and make multiple doctors visits for me. And I didn't want that.

The white tiles are freezing beneath me. And I feel Peeta's hand drawing circles on my back, reassuring me that everything will be okay.

"Katniss?" he asks.

"Mmnn?" I moan.

"Has this happened lately? Or is this the first time."

What do I do? Lie again or tell the truth? No matter what, he will still get frustrated. I decide no more lying.

"Katniss? You there?" he asks.

"Ya. I'm here. Sorry."

"Are you going to answer my question?" he says with a puzzled voice.

"Yes, Peeta, I'm going to answer your question but you have to promise not to get mad. Okay?"

"Okay."

Here it goes. "This isn't the first time I've been sick. This happens a few times everyday when you are at work." I say waiting for his response.

"Katniss. What? Why don't you tell me this stuff? I worry about you!"

"I knew you would worry, that's why I didn't tell you and I didn't know how," I say letting out tears I didn't know were inside waiting to break free.

"How long has this been going on?" Peeta says. He is obviously going to get mad at the answer.

"About one to two months." I respond truthfully.

"KATN--" he begins to raise his voice.

I cut him off. "I'm sorry, Peeta!" I say, now bawling my eyes out.

"Katniss. You need to tell me this stuff. Something could be seriously wrong," Peeta tells me.

"Do you think I could be--?"

"Pregnant?" Peeta says finishing my question. I can tell he is looking down at my stomach and beginning to smile.

No. Yes. No. Yes. I don't want a child. I don't want a child. I will fail at parenthood. My child will hate me. But then again I told Peeta that I would do this for us. Little does he know that I mean him. He has given me EVERYTHING. Why can't I give him this one miracle? While I am trying to figure out an answer, I feel a bunch of different emotions inside of me. Guiltiness, happiness, and I'm feeling scared and nervous.

I feel the urge to throw myself back over the toilet and let out last nights dinner. Lamb stew, yum, my favorite.

I ask Peeta for a moment to myself, and he kindly lets me close the bathroom door. Quickly I pull out a pregnancy test that I bought when I was first feeling sick. I take one from the bathroom cupboards, and I use it.

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. It feels like I've been waiting forever. I look down at the test.

Oh.

My.

God.

I Katniss Mellark am pregnant.

"Peeta!!!" I scream.

I hear footsteps charge up the stairs in a matter of seconds. Then I see the worried look on my husband's face.

"Katniss! What's wrong baby? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Look!" I say motioning my hand to the test.

"Oh my god, Kat! We are going to be parents."

"I know!" I say happily trying to hide my mixed emotions.

"I love you," Peeta says beginning to rub my stomach.

"I love you more."

"Not possible" he stops me.

"Then how come its true?" I ask him.

We kiss passionately, then head off to bed.