Life after the fall of panem

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

I wake up to something banging on a door. I guess Peeta doesn't hear it because he's still sleeping. *Thud.. thud thud thud..*. It gets louder but the pounding pauses in between each group. *Thud .. thud thud..* "Peeta." I speak softly in his ear while shaking his shoulder. "Peeta." "Hmmm..?" He moans back. *Thud.. thud thud thud thud..* Peeta sits up and leans his ear toward the door. *Thud.. thud..* "Stay here." He demands me. "You can't go alone !" I exclaim quietly. Peeta is already getting out of bed. "I'm not risking you getting hurt. He hasn't eaten anything but a sandwich in 3 days. He's weak and vulnerable. I'll be fine." My expression drops, my eyes glisten, my throat has a lump in it, I can't breathe. "I love you. Promise me you'll stay here?" I unconvincingly nod. He leans over and kisses me. He pulls away and places his hand on my baby bump. "I love you too." He stands and tip toes to the door, he slowly opens it and grabs broom from the closet. He disappears from my sight. 'Please come back Peeta. I need you. I love you.' I begin to sob, silently to myself. *BANG BANG BANG* "Knock it off!" Peeta yells down at Gale. "I'm hungry." He shouts back. It sounds like Peeta is making him something to eat. I hear the microwave beep. "Go back down the stairs and sit down." Peeta says. He unlocks the dead bolt , opens the door, closes it, and locks it again. "Don't do that again. It's 4 am." Peeta finishes and walks up to the bed room. "Ohh Peeta !" He walks over to me to prevent me from getting out if bed. I wrap him in my arms, holding him like I did after his heart stopped in the 75th games. "Shh Katniss. I'm okay. He was just 'hungry'." He rubs my arms which are still wrapped around him. "Hey, it's okay." He reassures me again. I pull away enough to kiss his lips. He goes to pull away after a while. I pull him in again. In between kisses he speaks," Katniss.." , "Mm, let's.." , "let's lay.." , "down.." I pull away, he catches his breath as do I. "Here." He says as he pulls the blanket over me. "Were okay." He says again. He lays on his back with me half on him, laying on my side. His hand resting on my belly and my hand over his. If Gale wasn't locked up in our basement, this would be the perfect moment....

I wake up the next day with a sharp pain in my ribs. I rush to the bathroom and throw up. Peeta must have heard me run because he's already pulling my hair back out of my face. I throw up again. And again. And again..