Chapter 3

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I'm seventeen. I can't be pregnant. I can barely take care of myself, let alone a baby.

I've never wanted children. I could never bring an innocent child into the world of terror and poverty that we live in.

I look up at my mother who is staring at me, her face emotionless. I don't know what else to do so I just cry into my mothers arms. I feel so weak. After all I have been through, my father dying, almost starving to death, going through and winning the hunger games, here I am, crying while my mother cradles me.

"It's okay sweetie. It'll be okay." She whispers to me, rocking me back and forth. I feel like a five year old girl who cut her knee in a playground so I wipe the tears and pull away from my mothers arms.

"What am I going to do mum?" I ask her, hoping she knows because I have no clue in hell what I'm going to do.

"I don't know. I think that's up to you and Peeta." She says. The exact words I did not want to here.

My next thought should have been my first thought but it's still as terrifying. Peeta. How am I supposed to tell him? 'Oh hey Peeta. Even though we're messed up teenagers who the President wants dead we are having a baby. And when it's twelve it will most likely be thrown into the hunger games and die.'

No, he'll probably just leave me because I'm not worth the hassle. "How do I tell him? He's going to leave me isn't he?" I say, biting my lip to the point where I can taste blood to stop the sobs.

"Katniss." She says, lifting my chin to look at her. "You and I both know he wouldn't leave you for anything."

It takes some time for me to believe it but I suppose she's right. "I better go and tell him."

I decide to check our house first, it's 5.00pm so Peeta is probably home. I open the door to our house and Peeta is sitting on the couch reading a book. He looks up at me and relief floods his face. He sets his book down on the coffee table and runs over to me, wrapping his arms around my small frame.

"I didn't know where you were. I was terrified something had happened." He mumbles into hair. Before I can say anything back I break into a chorus of sobs.

"Katniss?" He asks pulling back from the hug to see my face. "What's wrong? What's happened?"

When I don't reply and break into another round of sobs he pulls me back against his chest and whispers soothing words into my ear. He leads me over to the couch and cradles me in his lap for a while longer.

"Katniss, tell me." He whispers pushing a strand of hair back behind my ear.

I don't know what to say, or how to start so the words "I'm sorry" slip out of my mouth.

"Sorry about what? What's happened? Katniss your scaring me now."

I don't know how to tell him or what words to use so I wipe my tears, look him in the eyes and tell him straight. "I'm pregnant."

His face shows all kinds of emotions, so I can't tell how he feels about it. After what feels like forever, he shows some sort of emotion. "Oh my god" he whispers, and I can't quite figure out who he is talking too.

"I'm so sorry." I whisper, before the tears return. He gathers me in his arms, and I don't know what else to say so I keep repeating the same words, "I'm so sorry."

"Katniss, don't you dare blame your self for this." He says sternly.

"It's my fault though Peeta! Don't you see? I should have been more careful!" I shout.

Peeta pulls me away from the hug and looks at me. "Katniss, it takes two people to create a baby. WE should have been more careful. It's just as much my fault as it is yours."

"What are we going to do though?" I ask him, becoming more and more terrified as the fact that I am carrying a baby inside of me right now starts to sink in.

He sighs, taking me in his arms again and placing a kiss on top of my head, "I don't know, Katniss. I don't know."


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