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

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

-Katniss's POV-

Peeta scheduled an ultrasound for me at 3 o'clock. We are telling our families tomorrow then our friends later tomorrow. The twins are now 7 months. I hold my hand to mouth and run to the bathroom. I vomit all my breakfast out and wash my mouth out. Yuck.

"Morning sickness?" Peeta asks rubbing my back and I nod. "The worst part." I snarl. "No..I think the birth is, at least for me." He smirks. I growl, "watch it baker boy."

"Oi!" He says and walks down stairs. I roll my eyes. Wow I'm feisty today. Yet I'm always feisty when I'm pregnant so. I walk down stairs. "More breakfeast." I call. "Eggs? Pancakes? Muffins? Toast? Bacon?" He asks. "All the above." I say. "Woah.." He whispers. "Heard that!" I yell at him.

I sit on the couch and watch the twins play in their little swing seats. They bounce and giggle. I smile, I'm having another bouncy baby. That means waking up in the middle of the night to crying, another baby sleeping in our room. "Peeta?" I ask. "Mm?" He mumbles.

"I don't want the new baby to have Rye's room. Can we paint the other extra room?" I ask. "Yeah. But why don't you want the new baby to have Rye's room?" He asks.

"Because I don't want Rye to be forgotten. Also that's Rye's dead or not." I say and he nods. "I agree." He says.

He gives me a huge plate full of what I asked for. "Thank you." I say, stuffing my mouth with eggs. Mm. "Of course for M'lady." He says smiling. I giggle.

I check the time. 12:00. It takes an hour to get to the doctors office and we have to get ready which will take me an hour since I'm pregnant and things are harder. Especially getting dressed. I finish up my breakfast and go up stairs to our room. I put on a blue tanktop, grey converse, cargo shorts, braid my hair and go downstairs to grab the twins. I pull them out of their swings and bring Willow to her room while I give Hunter to Peeta and he goes to his room to dress him. I put Willow in a Jean skirt, white baby boots, and a yellow shirt that was white polka dots and an orange butterfly on the side.

"Beautiful." I comment. She giggles. I take her downstairs and see Peeta with Hunter and the baby bag slung on his shoulder. I smile, he looks like a daddy. He is but he defiantly looks like one. He is wearing black converse, a red shirt, and jeans.

Hunter is wearing a blue shirt, jeans and electric blue Jordan's. The blue really brings out the color in his eyes. "Ready?" I ask. "Yep!" Peeta says and we head out to the car. We strap the kids in their car seats and get in our own, me in the back seat with the twins and Peeta driving. "Why can't I sit in the front?" I pout. "Because, what if some drunk idiot swirls towards us and crashes into our car? And you loose the baby?" He says over protectively. "Ugh!" I reply annoyed. "How can I even loose this baby if I'm only like 2 months?!" I ask. "No risks." He replies looking at me through the driver mirror.

I'm in the middle seat while Willow on my right and Hunter on my left. "Well only the cool kids sit back here!" I say holding their hands, holding them up. Of course not too high to hurt their little shoulders. Peeta laughs. "If you say so." He smirks.

I grin, "well I just did soo.." I say. "Sassy today are we?" He asks. "You know it!" I exclaim, winking and striking a pose. He laughs. "How much longer?" I ask playing with the T.V. In the car. "It's only been 20 minutes Kat." He smiles. "40 minutes still left?" I groan and he nods. "Yeah." He answers.

"Okay well the twins and I will be watching Brave." I smile. Brave is my favorite Disney movie. I put it on and snuggle with the twins. They start falling asleep as Merida yells "I'll be shooting, for my own hand!" In her accent.

I start dozing off myself but feel the car stop. "We are here." Peeta announces. I yawn and nod. Reaching over, I unbuckle their seat belts and they start squirming. Peeta picks up Willow And I pick up Hunter. I walk with him on my waist while his leg hangs on my small baby bump.

"Mellark." I say. She clicks a few things on her computer and says "oh yes. Mrs.Mellark here for an ultrasound?" She asks and I nod. She takes off her glasses and smiles. "3rd child?" She asks. "Well actually 4th because I gave birth to triplets but when they were 6 months the 2nd boy passed on." I explain sadly. "Oh my, I'm so sorry." She says with pity. "It's fine. He's in a better place now." I say as happy as I can.

"Please take a seat and the doctor will be here shortly." She says directing towards the seats. I sit down and tap my foot impatiently. "You okay?" Peeta asks and I nod, "just nervous."

The doctor comes in,

"Mrs.Mellark?"