It's your fault...

We're doing this

Katniss POV

~later that night~

I'm brushing my teeth infront of the mirror when suddenly peeta creeps behind me.

''God you scared me!'' I say. He chuckles and hugs me from behind. I spit out my toothpaste in the sink and look in the mirror. Peeta lays his chin on my shoulder and rests his hands on the top of my stomach. We actually look like an expecting couple like this. Not like seventeen year olds who accedentily got pregnant.

''You're so pretty'' Peeta says.

''You look kinda mid'' I joke. He pokes my side in response. I gasp and look at him.

''That's so mean, you know i hate that.'' I laugh. Suddenly The Baby kicks me hard in the ribs.

''Hey thats not nice'' i say to my stomach.

''What did she do?'' Peeta laughs.

''She kicked me in the ribs.'' i say pouting.

Peeta lowers his mouth to my stomach. ''Stop kicking your mother little princess'' He says to my stomach. I laugh at him. Then, right at that moment i know for sure, i can't give up this baby.

''Peeta'' i say a little too serious. 

''What?'' He looks up at me a bit worried.

''I wan't to keep her'' I say.

Peeta looks at me confused and then his face turns into a big smile.

''Are you serious?'' He says.

Tears well up in my eyes, probaly the hormones. ''I'm sure, we can do this'' i say.

Peeta wraps his arms around me and kisses my head. ''I love you'' He tells me.

''I love you too'' i tell him. 

~~next morning~~

I wake up the next morning with an empty spot next to me. oh right, peeta had an early morning shift in the kitchen, i think to myself. It takes me a while to get out of bed, but i eventually do. I walk to the mirror first and look at my stomach from the side. I don't look any bigger then yesterday thank god. I feel different now that peeta and i chose to keep our daughter. Honestly, if i could i'd still choose to not be pregnant but i am and i can't make that choice. 

I walk to the bathroom and do all my essential things. I still haven't gotten any new clothes that fit me. I'm still wearing the black tank tops that are supposed to go under your uniform. I get dressed and let my hair down. The last few weeks i've been keeping it down more often and i like how it looks, it makes me look older which in my case can't hurt much. 

When i'm walking to the cafeteria a group of teenage boys walks past me. They're about my age i think.

''Whore'' One of them says quietly but loud for me to hear. The boys all start laughing and walk away from me. I don't know why, probaly the hormones but it makes tears form in my eyes. They start dripping from my eyes. When i'm almost at the cafeteria someone puts a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and look into finnicks eyes. His smile fades away when he sees my tears.

''Hey whats wrong, are you okay?'' He asks worried.

''A boy called me a whore and all his friends laughed at me.'' I sniffle. I don't know why i'm crying over this cause if i wasn't pregnant i would've beat their asses.

''Katniss you're not a whore.'' Finnick says giving me a hug. He rubs my back. I mutter a thank you. 

''We made a decision.'' I say breaking the hug.

''Really?''

''We're keeping her'' I say with a slight smile. I barely finish my sentance when finnick pulls me in a hug again.

''Thats great katniss! You're gonna do great.'' He says exitedly. I laugh at his exitement and we both walk to our cafetria table.