Katniss's P.O.V.

~ 1 Month Since Married ~

I keep my eyes closed tight and try to breathe. My stomach is trying to get back to it's normalness. I've been sick for a long time. About a month has passed since the wedding. It could've been what I had then, but.... it should've been out of my system by now. It may just be the flu. Which I'd prefer over food poisoning. I hear a soft knock on the door. It opens and Peeta's head pokes around the corner.

"You alright?" He asks in a concerned tone.

"I am." I say.

I stand up and move. Peeta comes inside.

"I'm worried, Katniss. You should go to the doctor." He says.

"I'm fine. I don't need to. It'll go away soon." I say.

"At least go see your mother." He says.

I sigh defeated. "Fine. I will." I say.

"Thank you." He says and kisses my forehead.

"I'll be down in a minute. I need to get cleaned up." I say.

"Alright." he says.

He leaves. I wash my face and brush my teeth. I take a shower to get rid of the sweat I accumulated from the continuation of throwing up. I leave the shower and dry off. I examine myself. I look at my lower body. The thought I don't dare to think about comes to mind. I immediately get rid of it. I won't allow that to happen. Not now. Not ever. Period. Even though it may hurt Peeta. I put on my clothes and then go downstairs. Daisy jumps off the couch and comes to me. I bend down and pet her.

"Hi sweet girl." I say. I kiss her head and ruffle her head.

I go to the kitchen. I get a hit with a wave of nausea when I enter. I cover my face with my hand. I groan and hold my stomach which is growing more uneasy.

"Kat, what's wrong?" Peeta asks as he notices me.

"What are you making? I feel sick by the smell." I say and swallow hard.

"Just, bacon and potatoes." He says.

I feel my stomach contents making its appearance once again. I rush to the sink and throw up again. Peeta rubs my back and holds my hair back.

"I'll give it to Daisy." Peeta says when my sickness passes.

"Thank you." I say and take deep breaths.

I wash up again.

"Before I go to work, I'm taking you to see your Mother." Peeta says.

"I can on my own, Peeta." I say.

"But I-" I cut him off.

"No. I'll be fine. I will call you to let you know if anything is wrong." I say.

He nods a little. "Alright. I can allow that." he says.

He hugs me. "I hope you feel better." He says.

'Me too.' I think.

"I'll make you some oatmeal. Maybe that will calm your stomach." he says.

"Let's hope. I can't keep throwing up. I think my organs will come out next time." I say.

"I hope not. You need them." he says with a small smile.

He starts the stove and pours in the oats. It takes a few minutes. He sets a bowl in front of me.

"Thank you. Sorry, you had to give our food to the dog." I say.

"I bet she liked it. And don't worry about it. I work with food. I can make some whenever." He says.

I smile. He kisses the top of my head.

"I'll be back by supper, okay?" He says.

"Okay, see you then." I say.

He leaves to go to his day. I eat only a small bit. And despite my promise to Peeta, I don't visit my mother. She'd be worried as bad as Peeta. I don't need that. And she'd make me take those tests. Or go to the hospital. Which I don't want either. I spend my day reading on the couch and catching up on life in Panem. Daisy sleeps at my feet. And eventually I fall asleep too.

~

I wake up to loud knocking on the door. I hear Daisy growling. I sit up and stretch.

"Come in!" I call.

Haymitch comes inside.

"Sweetheart, where is your liquor? I may need it later. And I am out and so is Ripper." He says, surprisingly sober.

I yawn. "I'll get it." I say.

I stand up and walk to the kitchen. I open the cupboard above the sink. It's right when I reach for a bottle, I feel it. A strong, yet stinging pain run up my body. I lose my grip on the bottle and drop it. It shatters on the countertop. I hold my stomach in pain.

"What's wrong, Sweetheart?" I hear Haymitch says.

I hurt too much to speak. The pain is growing and growing and won't stop. I squeeze my eyes closed and try not to cry. It hurts so bad. I let out a small cry when it comes back worse.

"Katniss?" I hear footsteps approaching the kitchen and the clicks of Daisy's nails.

I grip the edge of the counter and open my eyes. I see red on the floor. I look again to see if it is real. And it is. It's coming from me. I move my hand. It has blood on it. I let out a shrill scream. Then the world spins fast and I black out.

~

The sounds of a hospital brings me back. I can feel the lower part of my body aching dull. I don't dare move. I feel something shoot into my arm. That fully awakes me. It doesn't hurt, but feels abnormal. My eyes fly open.

"Be still, Katniss." Mom tells me. She places her hand on my shoulder. "It's just pain medicine."

I nod. She has a pitiful smile on her face.

"Mom?" I ask.

She looks as though she is going to speak, when the door opens. A doctor is there. And Peeta is there too. He comes inside. My mom sits by me and Peeta comes inside. I see hurt on his face. But I don't know why.

"You... why didn't you tell me? You were supposed to let me know that everything was okay with you, Katniss." He says holding in tears.

"What didn't I tell you?" I ask.

"That you were pregnant!" He suddenly shouts.

I feel my heart sink.

'So it was true.' I think.

I feel tears fall from my face. "I.. didn't know." I say. "I'm sorry. I didn't think it was that. So I ignored it. That's all."

"But if you had thought it could've been, you should've saw someone. Like your mother." Peeta says.

"She was most likely in denial, Peeta. Some women don't think of morning sickness. They think they are just sick." Mom points out to him.

Peeta stands up and walks around. He runs his hands in his hair.

"I'm sorry, Peeta. I really am." I say starting to cry. "I know that you'd like a family."

I hear him sigh and see him fold his arms. I feel anger rise.

"You won't even accept? You don't care?" I ask trying to restrain my anger.

He still ignores me. That makes something snap.

"Fine. I'll make you care." I say with a frustrated huff. I rip off the sheets.

"Not yet, Katniss. You need to rest. Just calm down." Mom says and tries to sit back down.

I push her away. I push up from the bed and get knives and glass pains shooting in me. I push through and stand up. I try to walk to Peeta. Which gets his attention most definitely.

"Sit down, Katniss." He says, sternly.

"No! I won't! Not until you care!" I yell at him with hot tears falling.

They both come to me and try to get back to bed. Upon getting back, I see the blood on the sheets. I lose myself. I fall to the floor and cry on the side of the bed. I feel someone touches me. I hit them away. Peeta steps back. He tries to speak but I don't let him.

"Don't say anything! Don't you dare!!" I scream. "It's all my fault and you don't care!! You should! I took away a part of you! And they'll never come back or have a chance!! So just leave! Get out!"

I cry harder. I push myself up and fall onto my pillow. I feel Peeta's hand on me again. I squirm away.

"Don't touch me!! You'll lose more if you do! So just go!!" I sob.

I bury my face deep in the pillow. Sobs wrack my body. I feel my throat getting raw and tight. Along with my chest. An unfamiliar touch gets my arm. I feel in my hand I did when I woke up. I feel myself be still. And calm. The tears go away.

"This is common to happen when these events come up." I hear a doctor say.

I tightly hold my stomach with my arms and stay on my side. My tears fall, but I don't cry. My eyes grow heavy and I fall asleep.

~

When I awake, I feel a hand holding mine. Peeta's head is by my stomach on the bed. I move my other hand and touch his face. He awakes at my touch. He looks up and smiles softly at me. Yet there is sadness lingering in his eyes. He sits up in his chair. Which activates the lights. He holds my hand tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Katniss. I shouldn't have reacted that way. It was selfish. I didn't care how you felt, just about me. I had no right to. You were the one who went through that." He says.

"I should've done what you'd ask. Then maybe we would've had better news today." I say.

"Maybe not. It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have known. It was an accident is all. A sad, tragic, accident. But it'll be alright." He says reassuring me.

"Do you still love me? Even though I kil-"

"Always. I will never leave you. I will always love you. And it wasn't your doing, Kat." He says.

Tears spill again. He rests his head next to mine. He holds my face with his hands and strokes my cheeks gently.

"Can I lay with you?" He asks softly.

"Y-Y-es!" I sob. "Please!"

He comes to the other side of me and lays down. He wraps his strong arms around me. I roll over and cry on his chest. He rubs the side of my arms.

"Everything will work out, Katniss. I promise. Sooner than you expect." Peeta says. 

Welll.... that happened. I'M SORRY! DON'T KILL ME!!  IT IS APART OF A BIGGER PICTURE! I SWEAR!! DON'T MURDER ME! IT BECOMES BETTER AT THE END OF THIS BOOK (THREE CHAPTERS) AND INTO THE SEQUELS!!! I SWEAR!! ❤❤❤❤

PLZ STILL READ IT! IT WILL END SWEET AND AMAZING, K!?!?!! 

-Zeffie