Author: Eliptical PM
Katniss and Peeta's lives after Mockingjay, raising their children. Some humor, mostly romance/fluff with Katniss and Peeta.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Family - Katniss E. & Peeta M. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 9,695 - Reviews: 44 - Favs: 29 - Follows: 47 - Updated: 04-06-13 - Published: 01-03-13 - id: 8872638
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This story is the sequel to "Yes, you're sick" but it also stands alone, to those of you newcomers. I'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as I get some reviews.
Disclaimer: The Hunger Games trilogy belongs to its rightful owners. I own nothing; no money is made off of this story; it's purely a work of fan-fiction.
She told me. She told me. She told me. Katniss told me probably the biggest news I'd ever heard in my entire life.
Katniss is pregnant. For real, this time.
It had to have been at least three minutes that I stood there, staring at her in complete shock as my brain tried to process that information. Well, not complete shock; there's also immense happiness and joy there, too. I'm guessing that this is how she felt when I said that I loved her on national television all those years ago, but minus the happiness. So just shock on her part, then.
"Peeta?" She asks in concern, waving her delicate, yet scarred hand in front of my eyes. Her own metallic grey orbs reflect concern and worry, the slight pink around them overruled by sharp angles. I shake my head to clear my stupor and grin at her like an idiot. Katniss sighs in relief before looking at me curiously. "You sure you're okay?" she asks, taking my hands in hers and squeezing.
I nod, still grinning. "Yes! I can't believe it! You're completely sure?" I know Katniss would never trick me like this, but you never know; maybe I heard wrong. I look into her now-scowling (but still worrying) eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. I thought you were having an episode." she says the last part in more worry. Before she or I can elaborate on her comment, I pull her into a tight hug.
"I can't believe it!" I whisper into her hair. I can feel her shrug against my chest, and I pull back to hold her at arm's length to study her face. "You're not happy?" I ask her in disbelief. My heart shatters in understanding when tears fill her eyes and she crashes against me again. Katniss never wanted children - Only considered it when I asked her. But now in the real thing, she's doubting herself again.
"Shhh, Sweetheart," I console her as she cries softly; she hardly ever sobs anymore. Mostly it's silent tears or whimpers, especially at night when she's having nightmares. "Everything's going to be great. You're going to be so happy." I repeat this over and over to her, all the while exploding with joy on the inside.
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