Our Three Little Miracles: Sequel to Save Me Before It's Too Late

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

-Katniss's POV-

-RECAP-

"Do you want to check together?" He asks and I nod. He picks them up and we both close our eyes. "Okay on 3. 1...2...3!" He says and we both look at the results.

My eyes are blinded by the light but adjust and I see that it says in bright bold letters...

"+"

I gasp and drop the test. "No...no no no NO! I can't be pregnant! It's just not possible..how? I was considering another baby but now? No. I wanted to wait another 6 months or year." I worry. Peeta rubs my back. "It's going to alright." He whispers. I get so nervous I throw up...or that's just morning sickness. "What if she or he dies?!" I scream. I try taking deep breathes but I can't settle down. 3 babies.

Twins that are a year and 3 months, a newborn baby, one of the babies dead, at age 19. "I can do it Peeta!" I cry. I put my hand on my abandonment. "Daisy." I cry. "Daisy?" Peeta questions and I just shake my head and run out. He calls my name but I don't stop running. I make it to the woods and duck under the fence. "Hunting..hunting..hunting." I whisper looking for my bow. I find my tree that is hallow so the bow is stuffed in it. I reach my arm in it and feel the smooth wood of the bow. I grab it and get my stealth of arrows too. Loading my bow, I aim at the squirrel. I have one eye open that focuses on the squirrel. I steady my breathes and try to keep quiet.

It's like time slows down as I release the arrow and it flies in the eye of the squirrel. I run over and take the arrow out, cleaning it off then putting it back into my stealth. I skin the squirrel and put the body into a small pouch. I put my hand on my abandonment again feeling the small baby bump. "Child 4." I whisper to my self. I decide to don't run and just walk back home since I don't know how many months I am and I really don't need a miscarriage right now.

I think it's really weird that my dream told me I was pregnant. I open the door to our house and I see Peeta pacing around. He sighs of relieve and hugs me. "Your okay.." He whispers. I smile and say, "I'm sorry I just ran out on you. I'm just afraid Peeta. What if this baby dies like Rye did?" I ask him. "I promise we will take care of her or him." He says and puts his hand on my baby bump. "What gender do you think the baby is?" He asks.

"A girl." I say automatically. "Why?" He asks. "Because in my dream it was a baby girl. She had your dirty blonde messy curls, your bright ocean blue eyes but she had a feature of her own. She had flowing pale skin. Also I think we named Her Daisy." I say.

"Daisy..." Peeta says to himself.

I nod, "does that sound like a good name to you?" I ask. He shrugs, "it kinda does sound like something we would name our child since We like names after trees, flowers, or plants." He says. I nod agreeing.

"Hunter, Rye, Willow, and Daisy Mellark." I say. "We will think of names later. But shouldn't we schedule an ultrasound soon?" Peeta suggests. "Yeah..haven't had one of those since my 6 month in pregnancy with the triplets." I laugh lightly.

"So Daisy was a mini me?" Peeta asks and I smile widely. "Yes. She was adorable too."

"I bet since she looked like me." Peeta says cocky and I scoff, rolling my eyes. "Ignorant." I whisper under my breathe. "What was that?!" Peeta sasses.

"Shh!" I shush him and he gasps over dramatically. He snaps his fingers and strikes a pose. "NUH uh! Nobody hushes me!" He says in a Cali girl voice. I giggle. "We are going to have to tell our family and friends." Peeta says. I sigh, "how is your mother going to react?" I ask with wide eyes. I'm kind of scared of the thought of her freaking me out then making me get a miscarriage. "That's gonna be hard." Peeta says, sitting on a stool.

I sit on his lap and his hands go to my waist while mine hang around his neck. We stare into each other's eyes. "Child 4?" I ask. He smiles, nodding. "Child 4." He conforms.

I look at my stomach. I wonder how many months or weeks I am. Maybe a month or two.