Katniss and Peeta's Life Continued

Chapter 3

Chapter 3
I stroll into our tiny room with Peeta's warm freshly baked bread in my left hand and two glasses of milk in my right.
"I'm starting to get really worried. What is the matter?" Peeta asks. he is probably thinking the worst possible conversation.
"Don't worry...this is a good thing," I reassure him with a smile. He seems to calm down and takes a deep breath. "I...uhhh...think Jenny.....needs a playmate," I confess. I cringe waiting for the absolute "NO." For a moment there is silence, but then a wide sparkling smile spreads from ear to ear on Peeta. I sigh in relief.
"I have been thinking the same thing," he admits.
"Why haven't you said anything?" I question.
"I don't know. I just didn't want you to say 'no'," he replies defensively.
"We can't keep secrets from each other. You should know that for a fact," I angrily say.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Peeta starts to yell.
"You kept the secret that you loved me for like ten years!" I bellow.
"Maybe that's because I was only five!" He screams.
"That doesn't matter! The point is that we can't ever keep secrets from each other or else we will never understand each other." I loudly explain.
"You know what! We can talk about this later because I can't even begin to count how many times you have kept secrets from me!" Peeta aggressively shoots up off the bed and storms out of the room slamming the door behind him. I am too angry to even cry. I pace back and forth in our small bedroom and listen to the quiet voices talking in the kitchen. I hear a high-pitched muffle and a low grumpy muffle. I can't make out what they are saying, but all I know is that they are definitely talking about me and Peeta's argument. I start counting my steps to burn off some steam and it doesn't help. I throw myself on my queen sized bed and my eyes start to fog up with tears. I roll over on my back and take hard deep breaths. I start to tremble from anger and sadness and I can't even process my own thoughts.
To be honest, I was worried this would happen. I was worried that this would turn into a fight, but I thought the fight would be about not wanting another child. I know that we will have another child, I just don't know when.
The voices stop and the front door slams shut with brutal force that I thought the house shook. Now I know Peeta is angry. I creep off the bed and peek through the finger-smudged window. I find Peeta pacing down the dirt trail making dust clouds fog up his appearance. He picks up an innocent twig and chucks it at and old oak tree. It makes a pop when it hits the trunk. I crawl back to the bed and just helplessly lay like a rag doll. Peeta walks back inside and I hear him flop himself on our plaid couch when the springs creak. A quiet knock taps on the wooden door to our room. I know that it is Jenny so I let her toddle inside. She hops on the bed and nestles into my side.
"Are you and daddy going to break up?" She asks. I want to giggle at that question, but I am too angry. I roll over on my side and stroke her soft brown curls. She looks at me with concerning eyes.
"Of course not baby. The thing is about marriage is that you stay with that person not matter what. Highs and lows. Marriage is like a pinkie-swear only you have to sign documents to make that promise official. Do you understand?" I explain.
"I don't know. Why do you have sign papers in order to keep the promise. Can't you just do the stronger pinkie-swear?" She asks.
"What's the stronger pinkie-swear?" I question.
"It is called the spit-swear. It is when you spit in your hand and shake hands with the other person. that is the strongest swear of all. My friends at school do it all the time." Jenny says.
"Glad to know you have been sharing your spit." I say sarcastically. "But no, you can't spit-swear marriage. You have to say vows to ensure it too. Like you will stay with this person in sickness and in health. Or be with him or her for better or for worse." I say.
"Ohhhh.....so you won't let daddy go?" She asks.
"I would never let him go. I love him. Just as much as I love you." I reply.
"I love you too mommy," Jenny affectionately says. I climb off the bed and get ready to confront Peeta. My palms are sweaty as I go to open the door. I turn the knob a open the door to find Peeta and the house destroyed.