"Try to sleep, you two," She commands, not wanting us to disturb her work.
Peeta gets up to follow her, but gets the door slammed in his face.
"Peeta, What if he doesn't survive? How will I function?" I ask, making the choking sounds that happen when I sob.
"It'll be Okay," he says, stroking my hair, and re-braiding it, which he has gotten surprisingly good at.
I slowly drift off to sleep, but dream of Louis, being eaten by mutts, being gutted by Clove. Being slapped by peeta's mother. I wake up to a quiet, but sorrow-filled knocking.
"Katniss?" My mother asks.
"Yes? Is he okay?" I ask, my voice desperately hoping he is alive and well.
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If It Wasn't For The Baby (COMPLETED)
FanficA fanfic of if Katniss really was pregnant in the quell completed
