It's Always Been You

Chapter Thirty Three; Disgust

Peeta's POV

"Peeta...Peeta!" I hear a deep, raspy whisper coming from outside of Katniss and I's bedroom in the training center. I sit up with a groan, staring over at Katniss who is sleeping soundly on the small chair next to Hunter's crib, a small glass in her hand. I shake my head, taking the glass from her grasp. Our son sleeps soundly and I bite my lip to keep from snapping.

"What the hell is wrong with her?" I ask Haymitch angrily, slamming the glass on the table, almost breaking it. "She's barely herself anymore. She was fine until the reaping, but now she won't talk to me. She won't sleep in bed with me. She drinks herself to sleep every night. Hunter just wants to be in his mothers arms but she's always gone!"

"It has to be that girl." He says with an eye roll. "She's attached to her, I can see it. Every single day she takes her off to train her by herself, making sure she informs her of anything and everything. She's dedicated to this girl. It's almost annoying." He scoffs.

"She needs to be attached to her son, that's who she should be around. I can't do this on my own and she knows it."

Haymitch shrugs. "Peeta Mellark actually angry with Katniss Everdeen? Now that's a rare sight."

His words are muffled by the slight sound of a choking noise coming from the bathroom. I stand, creeping slowly around the corridor to find Katniss on her hands and knees hovered over the toilet. I want to rub her back and tell her everything is okay, but my mind is clouded by my anger. And all I can do is stare down at her in disgust, her brown eyes staring back up towards me apologetically.

My daze is broken by the sound of our son crying and I scoff. "I guess I'll go take care of him. I hope you had a great night, Katniss."

I walk away, slamming the door behind me.