(Katniss)
The next morning I wake up usual time. It's a Saturday so it feels nice. I'm still in bed beside Peeta hiding in his bare chest while his arm is holding me close to him. I can't help but feel somewhat guilty for setting myself off yesterday. He kept trying to apologize, but he had nothing to apologize for. I shouldn't have shouted. Especially if all he's trying to do is make me feel good.
Peeta starts moving a little bit. I watch him until his eyes have opened up. When they do he looks down to my eyes right away. My face lights up when he stretches with that smile on his face. That smile of pure happiness.
"Morning, sunshine." I joke, rubbing my hand up and down his chest.
"Good morning" he says sleepily with that same smile. "Did you dream well last night?" I nod my head, still trying to wake myself up. "That's good. I don't want to jinx, but we haven't had a nightmare lately. Not even a flashback since we were at Levinia's school 5 months ago." He says.
"I know. I wanna keep it like this." I reply. He agrees with me and kisses my forehead. He turns away to get up, but my hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at me, stops him. He's still giving me a smile, filled with happiness and love this time.
"I would like a proper kiss on my lips please." I says. He laughs at me and gives me a few right where I asked them at. It's like a boost of energy for us both, were both out of bed and into some decent clothing to walk around the house in. I remember before we had kids, we used to walk around the house in our undergarments, nightgown, we even went naked a time or two. Now we have to have some kind of actual clothing on or else you'll hear both of the kids complaining. Peeta and I make our way downstairs. None of our kids are down there yet. They're more likely still sleeping.
"Maybe I should check on them." Peeta suggests. I grab me by the neck of his shirt and into me.
"Let them sleep." Our lips meet in an instant tightly together. His hands are around me holding us together. When we pull away I want more, but something distracts me. The feel of something running down my leg. Something warm coming from my area. I move a step back away from Peeta and notice my bottoms are being stained in red. I look back up at Peeta with panic. He notices what I have just seen and I feel his heart beating on my hand that's on his speed up matching the speed of my heart pounding.
"Peeta, get Haymitch over here now!" I say, in a shaky voice, trying to stay calm. Peeta nods his head scared and runs out the door. I put my back to the wall and sink down to the floor. So many things are going through my mind right now, but the only thing I really do is pray. I whisper to myself with my head tilted upward. I can't be loosing my babies. I can't be. I'm praying to God that my babies will make it. I'd rather it be my life than my children. At that time Peeta and Haymitch are rushing through the doors.
"Sweatheart, are you okay?" Haymitch says rushing over to me with Peeta and squatting down to my level.
"Yes, I'm fine." I breathe out. "It doesn't hurt, I'm just freaking out."
"It doesn't hurt?" Haymitch asks as if its unbelievable.
"No" I reply quietly. "Why is that bad?"
"It doesn't hurt and you're pregnant with multiples." He starts. "This could be placenta previa."
"What is that?" Peeta asks as if asking a risky question.
"No time to explain, get her to the hospital now! I got the two monsters. Just go!" Peeta nods his head and lifts me up right away bridal style, as if I weigh nothing. He's running out the door to the car. When he places me down, the seat is covered by one of Peeta's jacket that he didn't get off the last time we were in the vehicle. When we get to the hospital Peeta parks in front of the ER building and rushes me out of the vehicle the way rushed me in it. When were in there's only 1 couple in the waiting room so there's not much attention if Peeta shouts.
