And I've seen some great things,
But I don't want to see anything
If I cant see you.
Kicked open a coconut,
Could've shared it with anyone,
But I wanted to share it with you.
You send me over in tender torture.
And when it's over, it's tender torture.
Katniss scrambled out of her bed and flew into the bathroom, making it just in time to empty her stomach contents into the toilet. She gripped the sides of the porcelain bowl and took a few deep breaths. Her nightmares were only getting worse. At first, right after the Games, Katniss's dreams were so real she could have sworn she was back in the arena. Mutts and spears and a dead Peeta haunted her sleep for so long. Finally, just when she thought maybe things were getting better, this happens. It's the fifth time a nightmare has actually made her physically sick.
She stands up, flushing the toilet and rinsing her mouth out with water. Her hands shook as she dried them and she tried to climb into bed, telling herself she needed sleep. The Victory Tour was just a week away and she didn't want to worry anyone with her nightmares, mainly her mother and Prim. As she snuggled back into the covers, images from the dream resurfaced, making her heart pound and her hands to sweat. No way she was going back to sleep-not like this. She knew what she needed but she knew it was wrong.
With an exasperated sigh, Katniss threw the covers off of her and searched in the dark for her jacket and shoes. She quietly left her house and scampered across the snow to Peeta's house just three doors down. She pushed open his front door, knowing he wouldn't mind her coming in. Thankfully his family didn't live with him. They decided to stay in the bakery, not willing to leave it unattended while they slept. Katniss didn't she why they were that way, but she was grateful they weren't here.
She took the well known path to Peeta's bedroom and softly pushed the door open. Peeta was stretched out on the bed, his lamp on as he sketched in his book. His back was to her so he didn't see her enter. She knew he'd be up at this time. Peeta was sort of an insomniac now. Either that or he had a nightmare as well and he was drawing it out. He did that a lot, too.
"Peeta," Katniss whispered, stepping into his room. He started and turned his head.
"Oh," he said with a sigh, "Katniss. Is everything okay?"
Katniss took a deep breath and moved forward to sit on the bed with him. She swore she would stop using Peeta to fix her, but she seemed addicted. She could find no other forms of comfort that worked as well as he did. He sighed again, closing the book and setting it on his nightstand along with the pencil.
"Last time," she promised quickly, noticing his look was a little exasperated.
"You said that last time," Peeta replied, but he reached out anyways, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her toward him.
"I'm sorry," she whispered as he leaned forward to kiss her. He paused, searching her face before gently brushing her loose away from her face. She closed her eyes at the contact and heard him sigh again.
"It's okay," he replied softly, capturing her face in his hands and kissing her. Katniss melted into the kiss, pushing away the nightmare and strictly focusing on Peeta's hands and mouth and the feeling of his chest underneath her fingers, his heartbeat calm and steady.
This definitely wasn't the first time this has happened. It's happened multiple times, actually, since the Hunger Games ended. Katniss felt guilty with each time but it calmed her, strange enough.
"We shouldn't do this," she said as Peeta pulled his shirt over his head.
"You also said that last time."
"I don't want-" she started, knowing the words she meant to say. She wanted to tell him she didn't want to hurt him, didn't want to give him false hope because she doesn't feel the same way he does, but he silenced her with a kiss.
"For comfort," he said, repeating the same thing she said to him to first time. Well, she technically asked, but same thing.
"Okay," she breathed.
As she shrugged her jacket off and reached for her own shirt, she silently wondered if Peeta needed the comfort as well. She always assumed he did it maybe to be closer to her or something like that, but maybe she was wrong.
Katniss couldn't breathe. It felt as though she fell one hundred feet and landed squarely on her back, knocking every wisp of air from her lungs. She struggled to find the part of her that controlled her diaphragm, trying to force herself to breathe or do something, but she was frozen in her seat by the fire. Prim sat next to her looking equally startled.
"What?" Katniss managed to gasp as her brain began to function normally and her breathing continued.
"I said, you're pregnant, Katniss," her mother responded, her expression stern yet you could definitely tell she was not expecting to say those words. Not now, anyways. Not at this moment where every single person in the entire country was in danger.
"Don't make me repeat again!" her mother snapped, shaking her head. "I can't believe….I'm so shocked. Who's the father? Is it Gale?"
"No!" Katniss said quickly. Just the thought of Gale knowing her being…pregnant made her suddenly scared. Oh God, Gale. What was he even going to say? He definitely didn't know about her and Peeta's…nightly visits.
"Peeta?" her mother asked. She noticed Katniss blushing furiously and her lips parted.
"Do you love him?" Prim asked from her side, looking up at her.
"No!" Katniss said again. "No, no, this is all…an accident. I don't…." she trailed off, dropping her eyes and refusing to meet either of theirs.
"It's okay, Katniss. It's going to be okay," Prim said gently, taking her sister's hand.
"No, it won't," Katniss whispered.
She thought she merely had the flu. There had been something going around at school and just assumed she caught it. Her mother, though Katniss wasn't entirely sure how, checked her for a lot of things she was sure she didn't have. But a baby? That didn't even cross her mind.
How is she going to tell Peeta? She could get rid of it of course, but she wasn't entirely comfortable with that. Not comfortable at all, to be honest. But she told herself multiple, multiple times she wasn't going to have kids. Her name may be taken out of the pool of names for the Games but her child's would definitely not be skipped over. In fact, it would be quite a show it two victor's child was picked. The Capitol would go crazy over it.
She had to tell Peeta. As much as she hated to admit it, she was not the best at plans. That's what Peeta and Haymitch were for. They were brains of the team while Katniss was simply a symbol. She had to tell him. He'd know what to do.
"I have to go," Katniss said quickly. Prim pulled her hand away and she rushed by her mother to the front door. "I…I'll be back in a little while."
And she shut the door behind her.
Hello :) just a short chapter, and i know this has been used a lot, Katniss being actually pregnant in the Quater Quell, but I wanted to take it on and I hope I'll do well! Please review