Life after the fall of panem

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

I wipe my mouth. Peeta is rubbing my back telling me it's okay, and that he's here. I close the toilet seat and flush my vomit away. I climb to the seat and sit down, hand on my lip, eyes heavy, and throat throbbing. Peeta kneels in front if me, hand on my knee. "Would you like some water?" he asks me. I nod, unable to talk yet. He grabs a cup from under the sink and fills it from the faucet. He hands it to me and I barely have enough strength to hold it to my mouth. After I sip the water, I whisper, "I'm gonna brush my teeth.." Peeta helps me up and leaves the bathroom. I turn on the faucet. The sound of the water hitting the sink makes me jump. I turn down the pressure of the water and grab my toothbrush and tooth paste. I have to get rid of this taste in my mouth. I apply the toothpaste and re-wet the brush. I start to scrub tiny circles on my teeth. I make my way back to the toilet so I can sit. I get lost in the small looping circles that Peeta has to knock on the door to get me to rinse and come out of the bathroom. I open the door and our room is made up. Peeta has on the news. I slowly crawl my way back into bed, wrapping myself in a cocoon of blankets. I start to doze off when Peeta walks in. "I figured you're not up to anything crazy today. You've had enough crazy for a while. I'm making you and Gale something to eat. Then I'll be back up here okay?" Peeta says. I nod, " Okay, don't take too long." "I won't." Peeta leaves with the door cracked open. Again I doze off...

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I'm half asleep when I hear Peeta talking to someone on the phone. "..think she... morning sickness.. sleeping ... bed.. threw up.." He has to be talking about me but I can only catch parts of it. 'Morning sickness.' Not one of my favorite things about being pregnant. Peeta finishes "..okay.. thank you.. goodbye.." He opens the door, I barely roll over. "Hey beautiful, how you feeling?" He smiles. I shrug my shoulders and stretch. Peeta sets the food tray on the bed in front of him after he sits. He made me pancakes and bacon. I grab a piece of bacon and over-chew it, savoring the small flavors. I look up at Peeta who is watching me eat. "What?" I ask. "I love the way you are. The way you eat; the way you sleep, the way you breathe, the way you walk. I've undoubtedly fallen in love with you." I smile, and lean in to him and kiss his arm. "I love you Peeta." He smiles and whispers, "Always." I finish my bacon and don't touch the pancakes. "Do you have more bacon?" I ask. "Yeah, not feeling the pancakes?" He asks. "Not really." I shake my head. "Okay." He picks up everything and heads down stairs. He returns with a full plate if bacon. My mouth waters with desire. I'm halfway done with my third piece when someone knocks on our bedroom door. I stop chewing and freeze. I whisper to Peeta, "You locked the dead blot and chains.. Right ?"