Life after the fall of panem

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Chapter 38

I wake up slowly. I'm on the couch, covered in a blanket, using the arm as a pillow. Gale is no longer in the basement, Haymitch took him somewhere. He wouldn't tell me where; he's the only one who knows where Gale stays. I'm 5 months pregnant. Peeta aids to my every need. 'Peeta.' I open my eyes, slowly peeling my eyelids apart. From where I'm laying, I can see the rest of the living room, barely over the island-counter, into the kitchen, and out through the back-windowed-door. Peeta isn't in my line of sight. Suddenly, the phone rings. I successfully pull myself up off the couch, but not I time to reach the phone. I make my way over to the phone and press redial. I work my way to the rocking chair in the corner of the living room and wait for them to answer. "Hello ! Thanks for calling Dr. Ivy's office ! How can I be of service?" The secretary was quite joyful. She had a bounce in her voice that made me want to dance. "Yes, this is Katniss Mellark. I believe you just called ?" "Yes ma'am! Dr. Ivy would like to schedule an appointment as soon as possible! He said he'll even move his schedule for you! Which ever is most convenient!" "Are they any openings today or tomorrow ?" "Yes ! Tomorrow ! He'll be free when ever you need him to be. Today, he's already left." "Ohh okay, well is tomorrow afternoon okay?" "Honey you must be psychic because his afternoon is open! Looks like you won't be booting anyone !" "Thank you so much." I hear the pounding of keys as I assume she schedules the appointment. "Do you mind if I ask you something Ms...?" "Miss Cosmicc! And of corse!" "Why would Dr. Ivy move scheduled appointments around for me?" There is a long pause. When she speaks again, the bounce was gone. "I'm not sure all of what you know, but with the new Capitol under a controller he doesn't know, let's say he's a big fan of the Mockingjay." "Ohh." Her bounce is back, "Yep ! We'll see you tomorrow at 5! Have a nice day !" We hang up the phone. I make my way up the tall, never ending stairs and get dressed. It's times like this I'm glad I have a husband like Peeta; Annie left me a ton of maturity clothes. They're not half bad. I get dressed in a stretchy pair of leggings and I throw on one of her casual orange tops. I make my way to the back door and grab the car keys.

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When I reach the bakery, the lights are off. "Peeta's not home so he has to be here." I think out loud to myself.