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Chapter 12

I wake up to a surging pain around my neck. I look up and see Peeta's hands around it. I start screaming for help, but no one was there to respond. I was fighting against Hijacked Peeta. I start choking on my own breaths until I heard Peeta say, "You stupid mutt! You killed my family. You destroyed me, now I will destroy you!" His hands start grasping my neck even tighter. But then, I remembered the game we played during the rebellion two years ago to refresh his memory. "Real or Not Real." With the little air I had, I start yelling at Peeta, "Not Real Peeta! Not real!" "Shut up you mutt!" He replies. He throws me against the wall and starts kicking me, still with his hands around my neck. I'm surprised I'm not dead yet. I grab his wrists with the little strength I had and threw him against the floor. I lay on top of him and started screaming in his face. "NOT REAL PEETA!! NOT REAL PEETA!!" I said that about twenty times until I saw his black iris eyes change back to blue. I knew there was no more Hijacked Peeta. It was just another attack. I start coughing and gagging once I realized he was okay. I fell off of his body and lay there. Peeta rushed over and started crying. "Katniss! Katniss! I'm so sorry! You can't leave me Katniss. I love you too much! Stay with me?" "Always." I replied, and I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up with Peeta's arms around my waist and his legs crossing mine, still apologizing for his attack. I shushed him by connecting my lips against his. I don't think he ever felt happier with that kiss. He brushed his arm up my back and moved me so I could be on top of him. I disconnect the kiss while I'm laying on his moving chest, full of heartbeats. I look up at him and he starts un-tying my braid. He starts kissing the scars that he left on my neck during his attack. "I like kissing your scars," he says. "It shows how tough you are and how you are able to sacrifice your body for your loved ones." I look at him and he kisses my nose. He looks at the time, 12:53 PM. He starts to panic because he thinks he's late to work. I guess he forgot that he gave the business to his brother, Rye, to continue on the franchise. I stop Peeta and remind him he isn't working there anymore, and he takes his breaths. He pulls me back down on the bed and he holds my body close to him. We sit there in silence until he pops a question. "Are you excited about the wedding?" I look up at him, "Why wouldn't I be? I get to marry the love of my life!" "Awe. You're so cute when you compliment me," he replies, "But I have one more question." "Sure honey," I say, "What is it?" He then starts to stutter until he finally asks, "Do you want to have kids?" I stood motionless, worried. "Peeta, I honestly don't know at this point. I don't think I'll be a good parent. I won't save them if they get into trouble." "What are you talking about?" He asks.

"Remember Peeta," I say, "I didn't save my sister when she got killed by the Capitol, and I couldn't save Rue when she got killed by Marvel." Peeta strokes my cheek with his thumb. "That was the past Katniss. It's just us now. We don't have to worry about the Capitol anymore. I want kids so badly and deep down, I can see you wanting one as well." He was right. I've been wanting a kid for the longest time. I look up at Peeta. "After the wedding, we might give it a try." I say. Peeta jumps up in excitement and starts twirling me with my legs around his waist, clutching on to him, knowing he wasn't going to drop me. I guess he thought the word "might" meant yes. But it doesn't, but I wasn't going to ruin our romantic moment. He was all full of smiles and started kissing my lips. I then start to question myself, I'm only twenty years old.

Am I ready for this? I just don't want to make my fiancée happy. I also want to be happy. He won't be going through the ultrasounds, contractions and birth, I will. When I disconnect our kiss, I look at Peeta with the biggest smile on my face. I don't want to see that smile fade away. We've been through enough pain already. I then made my final decision. We are going to have a baby.