Everlark

Black and Blue But How?

Katniss P.O.V.

It's been 2 months since I found out about me being pregnant. We haven't told anyone yet. I'm afraid that if something were to go wrong...NO! Katniss don't think like that. We will be fine, I reassure myself. We've had a few doctors appointments and, again, we decided that we are not going to find out the gender. Honestly, I think it is another boy. I wouldn't even mind living with 3 boys. The best part is, both of my little babies would be "Mini-Peetas." Sometimes I love being pregnant and other times I hate it. I love it because I know something good will come out of all this pain. But I hate it because there is a lot of excruciating, horrible pain and torture. I'm brought back into reality when Peeta yells up the stairs and informs me that breakfast will be ready in less than a half hour. Good, that should give me enough time to get ready. I walk into the bathroom, take a really quick shower, then I get out and begin applying my makeup. Peeta says I don't even need makeup, but I use it anyways. As I am putting my lipgloss on, I feel a sharp pain in my back. Just like the ones I felt before, when I was pregnant with Riley. I call Peeta upstairs and he walks up holding Riley with a worried look on his face.

"Katniss? What's wrong? Is the baby okay?" he asks.

"I don't know," I say holding my back. "My back began to hurt again, like it hurt before."

"Here," he says while he puts Riley down in his Pack 'n Play. Then he lifts me up into the bathroom counter and asks to look at my back. I nod willingly.

As he lifts up my shirt, his face begins to lose color.

"Peeta? You okay?" I ask.

"Oh my god, Kat. The whole side of your back is black and blue," he informs me.

When I go to look, I must have twisted a funny way because the next thing I know, I'm bawling in pain.

"Kat. You need to get this looked at. I'm calling a doctor," he says to me.

"Alright. But how did this happen?"

"I don't know, Katniss. I don't know."

After a few minutes, we both walk back into the room and find Riley sleeping peacefully.

"I think we can leave him," I tell Peeta.

"Ya. Me too," he whispers in response.

And then we walk hand in hand downstairs and sat the delicious breakfast Peeta had made.