I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, afraid to move. The little white stick haunts me everyday. Even though Peeta reminds me that we will be fine and that I chose this, I still get nightmares haunting me every time I turn around. It is not the pregnancy I am so worried about. It is the growing up part. The teaching kids from right to wrong. My past, my story that I know someday they will ask about. We still have people coming up to me and Peeta asking for pictures and thanking us for ending it. I always give my credits to Finnick, but Peeta always says that it is because of me.

The stick reads negative again, and my heart sinks for having to tell Peeta but I feel much better knowing I do not have a baby growing inside me. Yet, anyways. I clean up the small mess in the bathroom and slip into my hunting boots, and walk out of the house to hopefully clear my head a bit. Peeta has a long work schedule lately because of the business. So many tourist come into District 12, just to see how the 'girl on fire' grew up. Well, our district is nothing like it used to be.

After a long day of hunting, I finally come home. I walk through the door and find Peeta in the kitchen, singing along to the mini radio and cooking. I peek my head in, finding his back to me, but seeing everything. He has his shirt off and he is using the spatula as a mic. He spins around and catches contact with my eyes and his cheeks burn bright red. I burst out laughing and he hides his face in his hands.

"Peeta," I start once I am able to stop laughing, "That was so funny." I say, coming over and tucking my arms around his bare torso, removing his hands from his flushed cheeks.

"It was not. I was embarrassing." He frowns.

"It was really cute," I smile.

I tug on his shirt and then I make my way to the table where me and Peeta have a nice dinner. We talk about his work, his brothers, then we talk about Haymitch and Effie and then I tell him about Madge and Gale. We both thought Johanna and Gale were together, but I guess Johanna broke it off since she wants to die alone. Then we get to the subject of kids, and he asks me how it is going. I feel tongue tied when I see that stupid, giddy smile on his face when he talks about kids. Maybe I am not pregnant because I do not want to be. Is it all just.. in your head anyways?

"Peeta, I'm sorry but it said negative."

His whole face seems to sink and he drops his gaze at the horrible news. He stares at his plate for awhile, just thinking. He eventually looks back up at me and nods.

"It's okay, Katniss. But, we-we've been trying for a few months. Maybe we should go to the doctors.." He then says and my eyes pop open.

"No!" I shout and then sigh, "No, I don't want to go to the doctors! I hate it there."

"I know you do Katniss, but we have to know if something is wrong.."

"Nothing is wrong," I snap back. I know there couldn't be anything wrong, but Peeta is right and this angers me. I sigh and get up, kiss his cheek before I walk up to bed, shut off the lights and curl up back in bed. I know I do not deserve him, but he chose me. The more I think, the more frustrated I get and soon I am asleep.

When I wake up, Peeta is already gone. I know I upset him, so I'll make it up to him.