The next day, Peeta treats me like a queen. He makes me breakfast in bed, cleans the whole house, runs all the errands, and takes care of me. I tried to tell him that I was okay, just that I didn't need to do a lot of heavy work, but still he said no. That the baby and I needed to be treated with special care.
One night when Peeta and I were lying in bed together he quietly said, "What if the baby turns out like me?" I was confused. "What are you talking about, Peeta? We're both perfectly healthy." He turned to me. "No. Maybe you are, but I'm not. I still have the tracker jacker serum in me." I got even more confused. "But-" I started to say. "What if the baby turns out like me? What if they have mental breakdowns like me?" He started to cry. Oh, no. Here he goes. Maybe I can try to calm him down, I thought inside my head. I pulled him in for a big hug. Ran my fingers throuh his soft, blond hair. "Peeta. It's not gonna turn out like you. Besides, why would you worry anyway? There is nothing wrong with you." I thought I calmed him down a bit. Peeta suddenly stops crying. He said, "What are we gonna name it?" I smile. "I'm not sure yet. But if it's a girl, I want to name her Rose. Ella Rose Mellark." Peeta looks content. "That's a beautiful name. But what about if it's a boy?" I think for a moment. "Carson Gale Mellark." "Why Gale?" "Because. Even though he's in District 2, a part of my best friend is still with me," I say. "Well, I think that's a great name. Named after a great guy." He kisses me lightly. I guess he just stopped trying to hate Gale. For my sake.
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The Dandelion in The Spring
FanfictionTo any outsider, Katniss and Peeta look perfectly happy. But seven years after the Games, Peeta still has breakdowns, Katniss still has nightmares, and she's still trying to cope with the fact that Prim is dead. The only thing she has to hold on to...
