The right decision

"YOU STUPID MUTT!" his every word rings in my ears like an alarm. I need to help him. "Peeta I--" "I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU IN THE GAMES." I know it's not really him talking but I can't help but feel hurt. "PEETA LISTEN TO ME FOR A SECOND, please..." my voice is cracking, showing weakness. His blue eyes are no longer sweet and sparkling, they are cold and unforgiving. His arm raises and before I know it SLAM my body hits the hard wood floor and my cheek surges with pain. Peetas eyes flicker between himself and the mutt version, and he runs from the house. And tears fall freely as I moan and whimper on the ground. It's not him. It's not him. He didn't want to hurt you. He'd never hurt you. I slowly loose consciousness and drift off right there on the cold kitchen floor.

When I wake in the morning sunlight streams through the windows warming my cold sore body. It seems I was hurt more than I anticipated, I'm bruised from the impact, my cheek is covered in dried blood, I think my nose bled. Before I know it the warmth has lulled me to sleep.

I'm vaguely aware of someone shaking me. And dripping water, no, tears on my face. And I just moan unintelligible mumbles and arms incase me, and I'm in a warm safe place, my eyes open and I see Peeta's chest, I hear his heart beat, but a tear drops onto my head. I try to say Peeta's name but all that comes out is a strangled moan. "Shhh Katniss, it's okay. It's okay. Sleep now." and a warm blanket is placed on me, and Peeta leaves again.

I finally wake properly. It must be late afternoon. "Peeta, where are you!" I call out, and hear running. The bedroom door opens and the smell of cheese buns fills the room. Peeta's face floods with relief, and I grin and pat the bed beside me. "Sit." I insist. He still looks worried so I kiss his cheek as soon as he is close enough. "Katniss, you can't still love me after I do that to you." I punch his arm. "Course I love you silly." his face breaks into a huge smile. " But, seriously. I hurt you so bad." I cut him off. "Its the first time in three years Peeta. Trust me when I say I still love you. I probably deserved it too, because I keep saying no to you, about the..." my sentence fades. "About the, baby?" he finishes for me. I nod a tear falls down my face. He tries to wipe it so I swat his hand away. "Peeta, when I feel better. I want to. I want you to be happy. I want this now." I smiled through the tears and winced as I grabbed his hand with my swollen one. "Katniss, tell me it's because you want this not because I scared you into it. I don't want you to be scared of me." Even though his voice was stern, he was smiling and his eyes sparkled like a child's. "I'm not scared of you. I'm still scared of the thought of a baby, but I know you'll love it enough for the both of us. I want this Peeta. I promise." His face looked as if it might split into two because his smile was so wide. That smile was contagious, and I found my lips curling into a grin too. And crying more, I still hurt all over but I was too happy to care. "I love you Katniss Mellark." Peeta whispered in my ear as my cries turned into sobs and sniffles. "you too." I choked out. Peeta lay down next to me, and I snuggled into his chest, and flew into a dreamless slumber.

A few months later, I'm all healed. Peeta is still over excited like a little boy on Christmas. I'm terrified. I found out yesterday. I haven't told him yet, I can't bring myself to until I know how to deal with it myself. Typical selfish me. Peeta has sensed something's up, I have been washing the same bowl for the last ten minutes and unblinkingly staring into the sink. "Katniss? Earth to Katniss?" I turn to face him with a smile. "Hey." he just laughs and comes to take over, noticing how I haven't really done much. "Oi, I was cleaning those!" I growl playfully. "You've been cleaning the same thing for ten minutes." he sighs "What's wrong?" that man can read me like a book. I look down suddenly at my hand, still tightly bandaged, swollen. "Come on Katniss." I scowl, and hug him from behind. "I'll tell you tonight." I whisper, I walk off grinning cheekily and go to have a shower.

As we climb into bed, I can tell he is waiting for me to tell him. I fuss about what to wear as pjs, and settle for a tight tank, and boxer shorts. Tight tops like this will only be wearable for a few weeks now. Peeta smiles, and wraps his arm around me. "You need a hair cut." I tell him to break the silence. On a second thought I ruffle his blonde curls, and he plays with a piece of my dark hair. "Katniss, just tell me. If something's wrong we can fix it, or if you've changed you mind that's okay, just tell me." he says all this very fast. And it takes me a few seconds to reply. "Well its a bit late to change my mind." Peeta gasps. "So, you're.. I mean we're--" "Yep. I went to the doctors yesterday. I'm almost a month." he kisses me out no where. "Thank you Katniss. So much." he hugs me, and I start to realize what this all means. A baby. Inside me. I start to freak out, I shake. "It's okay Katniss. I love you." and then he leans down, lifts my top. "and I love you." and kisses my stomach lightly. I giggle. I smile. And then I yawn. "Sleep time for you guys?" Peeta asks. "Yep, silly kid is already wearing me out." I mutter as I lie down and snuggle into Peeta. He rubs circles on my back until we fall asleep smiling and a tear leaks down my face. I'm glad I let this happen.