Chapter 7

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Peeta POV*
3 weeks later...

I haven't seen Katniss smile since....I don't even remember. I forgot what it looked like. The only times I've really seen her smile were for the TV and in the Quarter Quell. Maybe on our wedding day. When she watches me make bread. But I never see her smile. I feel it. I feel her lips curve into a smile. But I want to see it. Not feel it.
I think this as I make some cheese buns. Katniss went into the bathroom an hour ago and hasn't come out yet. I start to get worried and head up and knock on the door.
"Katniss?" I say as I lean up against the door. "Katniss, you've been in the bathroom for over an hour. Please tell me what wrong."
"Go away," I hear Katniss sniffle. Oh god, please be okay.
"Katniss," I say as I try to open the door. It's locked. A moment later, I hear the sound of the door being unlocked. I straighten up and push the door open. Inside I see my wife, her knees drawn to her chest and her cheeks soaked with tears.
She doesn't look up as I enter, just watches my feet as I walk and sit down beside her, adjusting my artificial leg on the white tile.
"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she breathes. "I'm..." Her voice trails off.

"You're what?" I push gently.

"I'm..." She takes a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

I freeze. I've always wanted kids. Katniss never has. Even though my episodes aren't frequent as they once were, they might come back. But that's not what Katniss is worried about. It's what the Capital and Games did to her. Did to us.
So I don't go on with a whole speech about being a great mother or that everything will be okay. I simply ask one question.
"You're pregnant, real or not real?"

She looks up at me with a small smile. "Real."

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