Chapter 13

Katniss POV

I shift uneasily in my bed. The darkness feels like it's consuming me and the sobs are caught in my throat. Last night was a mess and something tells me everything has changed. I hear a creak at my door. Peeta is at the door shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Slowly he makes his way across the room.

"You don't have to say anything," I whisper, "I know I messed up."

I get ready for the lecture, the emotional explosion. But he just sits down on the floor and leans against the bed. I roll and look at the ceiling. Peeta opens his mouth to say something but the words come out of my mouth before they leave his lips. "Let's go back to twelve."

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"I want what's best."

"We can leave in the morning."

"No," I say, "let's go now."

Finnick's POV

The sunlight streams in through the window and heats up my skin. I rub my eyes and remember that I left Annie's room after she fell asleep. I sneak over to her room but she isn't there. After going down the steps I find Annie in the kitchen.

"Hey," I say.

She looks at me and nods.

"Where is everyone?"

"They were gone when I woke up."

"Oh," I try to hide my disappointment, "more breakfast for us."

"Can you make it? I'm busy and really tired."

I make my way to the fridge and pull out some ingredients. "Busy with what?"

"Busy with Finn."

"Ha ha, very funny," I say, "I'm right here."

Her eyebrows furrow, "What?"

"I'm right here, you can't be busy with me if I'm making the breakfast."

"I mean baby Finn."

"What are you talking about?"

"Finnick," she pauses, "our son?"

"Our son?" I echo in confusion.

"Don't do that, Finnick."

"What do you mean our son?"

Katniss POV

Maybe leaving without saying goodbye was a mistake. No. He has a wife. And a son. I can't get in the way. But maybe….no. I need to stop thinking like that.

"Katniss?" Peeta calls, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"I'm going to the store if you want to come."

"No thanks."

"Come on, Kat. You can't keep everything in that pretty little head of yours forever."

I stand up and grab my bow. "I'm going hunting."

"Be safe!" he calls but I don't hear him over the sound of the door slamming.

Peeta's POV

It's been three months since we came back to Twelve. She's barely spoken to me. All she does is hunt. Some days she doesn't even come home. I can tell she's hurting but she denies it. I wish there was something I could do. She doesn't want my help anymore. She doesn't want me.

Finnick's POV

"Our son as in our son."

"We don't have a son."

"Finnick, we have a son named Finn."

"No. Don't mess with me."

"That baby," she points to him lying in a crib, "is our baby."

"What," I say under my breath.

"Whose baby did you think it was?"

I open my eyes. The white sunlight surrounds me. I turn to where my campfire was burning last night and stomp out the remaining embers. Once my tent is disassembled, I pull a can from my backpack. I open it and start eating. Only five cans left. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and start walking again.

The birds innocently sing songs. In the distance I see a buck. I wasn't quite ready to get more food yet but I quietly climb into a tree.

"Just like Katniss showed you," I whisper to myself. I pull out my bow, aim, and shoot.

I miss. I always miss. I miss her.

Peeta's POV


"Annie?" I ask.

"Yes," she says through the receiver, "do you think you could come over later today?"

"What time?"

"Eight o clock?"

"I'll be there."

Author's Note

Guys! Sorry this took so long and that this sucks. The next one is gonna clear up this mess and be INTENSE. As always, feel free to give me tips and stuff 3 LOVE YOU GUYS