Katniss and Peeta:

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Chapter 12:

Katniss' (pov):

I sigh at this suggestion, but I might as well go to see what is wrong with me. I can't stay in bed again for another moment, I need to go out and help Peeta at the bakery and maybe go and hunting again; maybe that's what I'm missing, being outdoors and working stretching my muscles makes me healthy and alive. But I feel so tired.

"Alright, I'll go." I said, after I glance at Peeta's worried face. Peeta help me on my feet. I grabbed my jacket and started buttoning them.

"I'll go right ahead to tell the doctor that you will be coming to see him," Greasy Sae said, and then she left the room. Peeta put his jacket back on and extended his hand to assist me down the stairs. I can't believe how nauseous I feel. I gazed around the kitchen looking for my boots and did not find them. The damn boots weren't by the door where I always put them. I realize that now was not the time to misplace them. I wasn't feeling well and this damn flu, I just couldn't shake.

I blew a strand of hair away from my face out of frustration when Peeta came up behind me and handed me the missing boots. I smile at him weakly; I shoved my feet into the boots and tied the laces.

We waited for the doctor to call us in when we got there. Peeta nudges me when the nurse calls my name. I can't believe I dozed off.

"Please have a seat Mr. and Mrs. Mellark. Dr. Armstrong will see you shortly," the nurse says before leaving us in the room. Peeta and I sat in silence for a few minutes and then the doctor came in. She looks young to be a doctor and very pretty, I notice mentally and glance sideways to Peeta, to make sure he is not checking her out. I berated myself for the thought I just have about Peeta.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Selene Armstrong, filling in for Dr. Evans. He was called in to go to District 8 for an emergency this morning. What seems to be the problem, Mrs. Mellark?" Dr. Armstrong asked.

"I haven't been feeling for the last week and been vomiting a lot, too," I tell her quietly. My stomach starting to churn again and I remember a piece of candy that was in my pocket. I took it out, peel it and pop it in my mouth. I see the doctor looks at me and her eyebrow shoots up.

"Is there anything you've eaten lately that could've caused the vomiting? Like spoiled meat or dairy?" she asked, writing something down on her pad. I shook my head no.

"Does it come and go? Is there any specific time when you throw up? For example, early in the morning, middle of the day or at night?" she inquires.

"Well, most of the time it's early in the morning and sometimes middle of the day," I tell her. Peeta squeezes my hand, to let me know that he is there for support. The doctor scribble some more on her pad and look up at us.

"Okay. I will order to get a blood sample right away just to make sure everything is okay. Maybe your iron level or your potassium level is low. Please wait here and I will send in the nurse to get your blood," she says, smiling at us. She left the room and after a minute the nurse came in and drew blow from my arm. She left, and once again, Peeta and I sat in silence. I rest my head on his shoulder as he strokes my hair softly.

After a good forty five minutes of waiting Dr. Armstrong came in with a smile on her face, holding my chart.

"Well, I have good news for the both of you," she said as she sat back on her chair.

"What's the good news?" I ask, suspiciously.

"You're pregnant, Mrs. Mellark. From the blood sample we got from you.

It looks like you're about eight weeks a long, but we cannot really tell just from that, so I want to do a thorough examination to see if everything's going along fine in terms of the pregnancy."

Pregnant! I can't be pregnant! I don't think I'm ready to be a mother, I know I'm not going to be a good mother! No!

Then I heard Peeta laughed and squeeze my hand.

"We're going to have a baby?" I heard him ask in disbelief while I rant in my head about how I don't want to be a mother.

"Congratulations to you both! Please make an appointment to the nurse out front for your next visit. Take care," the doctor said and left.

"Katniss, we're going to have a baby! Can you believe it?" Peeta says, excitedly.

"Yeah…" the only reply I can muster for now.

"Are you okay? How do you feel? You don't look excited," Peeta said, looking at me with concern on his eyes.

"I'm…I'm fine. Just tired," I tell him, before getting up. We walk out of the clinic and through the town. Peeta was quietly walking beside me. I know I ought to say something, but right now I don't feel like talking especially one about the baby. The baby! Oh my Lord, what am I going to do? When we reached home I go straight to our room, curl up into a fetal position, and start to cry.

There are so many things that runs through my head, things that are not pleasant. What if I can't love this baby? What if when I give birth I just ignore it and what if this baby won't love me? What if I have a miscarriage and Peeta will blame me for causing it?

"Katniss…" Peeta says. His voice is full of concern and I can tell that he is trying not to cry. He lies down beside me and strokes my back while I continue my crying. My eyelids become heavy and I fell in deep sleep. I sat up so sudden when I felt dizzy. I lie back down and close my eyes. Then I remember why I woke up so suddenly. My dream is so vivid; Prim was smiling at me. In my dream, she was giving me something that was wrapped in a pink blanket. She was trying to say something, but I could not understand what it is she was trying to say. Peeta no longer besides me, and my eyelids felt heavy and grainy.

I climb out of bed and went to the bathroom. I took a quick shower, thankful that I don't feel the need to throw up. When I changed into clean clothes, I go downstairs to talk to Peeta.

Peeta was busy kneading the dough on the kitchen counter, his back to me. I walk to him and put my arms around his waist and rest my head on his back. Peeta jump at the contact.

"I'm sorry," I tell him. He turns and faces me. He smile and planted a kiss on my forehead. He smells like fresh baked bread and my mouth waters.

"Shhh, it's alright Katniss. Everything's going to be okay, I promise," He says and then kisses me on the lips.

"Peeta, what if something goes wrong? What if I'm not a good mother when it comes?" I tell him, breaking our kiss.

"Katniss, nothing's going to happen to you or the baby, because I won't let it. I love you and I love our baby," said Peeta determinedly.

"I know. I love you, too." I said and I kiss him softly on the lips.

We spend the rest of the afternoon making cookies and pastries. As I thought about the future, I can't help but be thankful that Peeta loves me and the baby that's growing inside of me.

A/N: Thank you everyone for reading, please take a few extra moments after you read to leave a review!