Catching Fire (Katniss loves Peeta)

Chapter 19

"I don't know mom.." I say trailing off.

"I love you. You could try calling me around eight tomorrow, I want to talk to Prim. Good night."

"Good night, Katniss. I love you too. I will try to have her call." Mom says shakily and hurriedly right before I hang up the phone.

I look over and notice Peeta is still rolling around, which means he's having a nightmare. "Peeta.. Peeta.. Wake up!" By now he's kicking, which he never does. When he does he bolts straight up.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask quietly.

"You got drunk and miscarried on purpose." He answers vulnerably.

"Peeta you know I would not do that. Ever." I tell him soothingly as I move his perfect curls away from his eyes.

"What do you want to name the baby?" If I make it out, I would not forgive myself for not asking him. We talked about it once, but that was a long time ago.

Peeta stares at my stomach and scrunches his eyebrows together, he's thinking. "Rye James if it is a boy. Hope Willow if it is a girl?" He tells me with a question tacked on the end.

"I love the names Peeta." I tell him honestly.

"Really?" He asks seeming shocked. Peeta repositions his face on his pillow.

"Yeah, especially Hope. In a time like, this everyone needs hope."
Peeta and I fall back to sleep pretty easily once we find the right position.

The phone is going crazy. Peeta turns over in bed and puts the pillow over his ears.

"Get the phone Katniss." Peeta is so sweet, I think to my self sarcastically. I reach off of the bed and grab the phone from the nightstand.

"Hello?" I answer groggily.

"Katniss, is it you?" Prim asks me. Prim! Suddenly talking on the phone last night runs back through my mind.

"Yeah it's me." I sit up in bed, propping myself against the headboard and pillows. Then I yank the pillow off of Peeta and throw it at the end of the bed. Peeta stares at me, silently questioning me.

"Prim is on the phone." I tell him in a whispering tone. He raises his eyebrow and gives me his most confused look ever. 

"My mom called Cinna and got our number from him, she called last night. You were out of it."

"I guess I was." He wasn't so much as out of it as in one of his worst nightmares. 

"How has school been?" I ask her after a minute. We did not even talk very much after the Quarter Quell announcement. Mainly because she avoided me.

"Good, but everyone is walking on eggshells talking to me anymore. How has training been?" Prim says indifferently.

"Half the people did not even show up."

"Most of them are to off-the-deep-end to do much anyway." Prim tells me nonchalantly. As truthful and helpful it as is, it is still sad that I will have to try to kill them.

"That will be a good advantage for us." I say ashamed of myself as soon as I've said it. You have to think this way! The logical part of my brain tells me. Somehow I hope I don't meet anyone Haymitch is friends with.

"Peeta and I came up with baby names." I say suddenly.

"Really? What are they?" Prim asks excitedly.

"Hope Willow, if it's a girl. And Rye James if it's a boy."

"That's so pretty Katniss!" Prim gushes. I always assumed Prim would get married and have kids, never me. Prim is just the type of person who is great to everyone, especially kids. She's kind of like Peeta in that sense.