Katniss POV- (A week later)
"Three more months, Willow." I say to her.
I am now 6 months pregnant with Peeta's baby and he's not even here.
It's as if everything we planned is going to shambles and it keeps getting worse.
Peeta's grandparents came the last weekend and I totally forgot about them coming so I would say it was a pretty awkward dinner that I took them out to.
I wasn't going to cook for them.
For one, I wasn't prepared and another thing, I can't cook and they drove two hours here for a dinner and to see Peeta but didn't get to see him.
They were pretty disappointed with him leaving like he did, especially his grandma but she is delighted to know about Willow, that she's a girl and her name.
I'm pretty disappointed with him too though, actually, I'm furious.
He hasn't called once and didn't even come this weekend.
He hasn't even made an attempt to get in contact with me or check on me.
I've been lost without him and it's been the hardest week of my life, I'll say.
It's been harder than our first fight and when we broke up and than our last one too.
At least when Peeta's family died, he was there, even if he wasn't.
I've dragged myself out of bed everyday and into it every night.
My constant nightmares have come back worse and now there's not a soul to help me and I'm not sure if there will be one after this week.
I swear, if he doesn't come back after this week, I know that probably means he won't come back at all if he doesn't come back after the second week.
I guess one good thing that's happened since he left is Finnick and Annie got back last weekend.
I didn't tell them anything that happened, just that Peeta was working out of town for a while.
Finnick is suspicious though.
I've stayed with Bristol a few times and watched Carter at work when I had to.
It's been so lonely.
It's the first time since I found out I was pregnant that I've felt lonely.
I can talk to her all I want but she only responds in kicks and jabs and it's not as satisfying as before.
"I'm sorry about all this, baby girl." I say guiltily, rubbing my belly.
She moves a little.
"I don't know what has gotten into him lately. He's not exactly the same as he use to be. Maybe we will both get lucky and he will come back soon." I say softly, feeling tears stream down my cheeks.
She kicks a little and I press my hand to them, just like Peeta would do and she kicks it back.
"This entire time, I thought that he was suppose to be my 'missing piece' and maybe he was for a little while. Maybe I just needed him long enough to get you." I tell her, even though she doesn't understand one thing I'm saying.
I go to work and see that Annie is here visiting her mother in law.
"Hey, Kat." She says as I walk in.
I smile falsely and walk back to my desk.
"How are you?"
I sigh and sit down, "Okay."
Mrs. Odair smiles sadly at me and I shrug.
"Where's Finn?" I ask curiously.
"He's at home with Finnick. He is off today."
"Cool." I say, bored.
She smiles.
"Kat, are you sure you're okay? You've been pretty down lately." Annie says.
"I'm fine." I lie.
I don't want to tell her about it all, it's too hard for me to explain and no one understands.
Not even me.
"How is Willow?" Annie asks.
I shrug, "I guess the same as me." I tell her and begin my paper work.
It's a relatively easy job.
I barely do anything honestly, just like I figured, which is good.
Mrs. Odair and Annie chat for a little bit longer and Annie leaves. As soon as she's out of the door, Mrs. Odair turns to me.
I can feel her watching me.
"Kat?"
I stop writing, "Yeah?"
"You and I and Annie all know that you're not okay without him."
I put my pen down and turn to her, "I'm fine." I lie.
She sighs and starts her own work again, we don't talk much the rest of the day and when we do, it's for business.
I go to the grocery store and buy some food.
I'm actually eating healthy food this time around.
I can't do anything that would hurt Willow, I want her to be safe and healthy when she arrives.
I ran into Gale in the store too and somehow, he found out that Peeta left.
"Why did he leave?" He asks.
"He has a job. He will be back." I tell him, not really sure about if what I am saying is true.
"Maybe you should've left before that happened to you." Gale says, pointing to my stomach.
I could slap him.
"Are you kidding me?" I ask him.
"He knocked you up and left."
I grit my teeth.
"He didn't leave me." I snarl at him.
"That's not what everyone else thinks. That's not what I think."
"Goodbye, Gale." I say angrily and walk away.
I cannot believe him.
When I get home, I notice that an all too familiar car is parked in the driveway.
My first instinct and heart tell me what I need to do is to run inside and attack him with myself.
But my brain tells me I should flee.
But I can't do that.
What is he doing here and in the middle of the week?
I decide to sit in the car until he leaves or comes outside, even though it looks like it's going to snow any minute.
After about an hour and a half of sitting in the car, I decide it's getting too cold and it's my house and I should be able to go in, so I do.
I feel my phone buzzing and I look down and see that it's him.
A picture of us on our wedding day comes up and my heart sinks.
I answer the phone.
"Peeta?" I ask him softly.
"Katniss? Where are you?" He asks and I can tell he's been crying.
"It doesn't matter. Where are you?" I ask, as if I have no idea he's in our house right now.
He obviously doesn't know I'm here and that I've been here for a long time.
"I'm at our house."
I'm infuriated with his words even though I've known all evening he's been here.
"Why?" I ask him angrily and walk back to my car.
"I needed to see you."
"Oh, now you want to see me?" I ask him, walking back into the car and slamming the door shut.
I start it up and put it in reverse, just waiting for his answer.
"I'm sorry for leaving the way I did." He cries into the phone.
"No, Peeta. You can't just come back and act as if nothing happened. It doesn't work that way, especially now."
"I made a huge mistake, Katniss. I hate it there." He says and I have no pity what left whatsoever for him.
None.
"I'm not just going to keep letting you off so easily, Peeta! Obviously, I need to put my foot down or you're just going to keep doing this to her." I say furiously.
"Katniss, the only reason I took the job in the first place was so that we could survive longer on what we have. I want to be able to afford to buy Willow anything she needs and you too. I don't care about the stupid bakery thing anymore." Peeta says angrily.
I let out a frustrated groan.
"No, you want that and you're going to get it whether you like it or not. Forget what I need because I keep losing what I need." I tell him, referring to him.
"What do you need?" He asks.
"You." I mumble to myself, "You keep slipping away from me and I know I'm not the easiest person to live with but you leave me an awful lot for someone who promised not to."
He groans, "I'm back here now just please come home."
I ignore his request.
"Katniss." He says, frustratedly.
"What I want to know is why you lied to me? The reason you broke two promises we made." I say, raising my voice at him.
"I'm sorry, Katniss! Don't you know that?" He says back.
"Whatever. You were so sorry the first time too and said you would never break another promise we made but you lied to me again!" I growl at him.
"Damn it, Katniss." Peeta says and I can here stuff being thrown around.
"You better not be breaking anything, Peeta."
He just laughs madly at me.
"You don't need to worry about me or Willow until you've finished your job. Go back to work. I don't want to see you again until I call and tell you I'm having her." I say.
"Katniss, please don't do this." Peeta begs.
I groan, "Why do you care? Go back, make your money and be a big shot and feed your ego since that's what you thought was best. I don't care if you're miserable over there." I shoot at him.
"I am not doing anything because of my ego, Katniss. I'm doing it for you."
I scoff, "You told me you couldn't stand the fact that I was making more money than you would at your 'new job' at the school that you lied about having. Have you even been working the last two weeks?"
"What do you mean?"
"Honestly, I'm starting to think you have another family somewhere."
"Katniss, you know that's not what it is."
"Oh, great. I guess if it's not a family then it's got to be a girlfriend." I say.
That's what I've been wondering and Bristol has even wondered it too.
"Katniss, I would never do that to you and you know it." Peeta says defensively.
"Well, I wouldn't do it to you and you accused me of being pregnant with some else's baby!" I scream angrily at him.
That still pisses me off.
The fact that he suggested that Willow wasn't even his child.
"I was drunk."
"I don't care. The next morning when you were hungover you asked!" I yell at him.
"I'm sorry."
"No, you're not because if you were, you wouldn't have done this to me again. And if I find out that you've been drinking while you were gone or smoking or doing anything you aren't suppose to, I will never let you see Willow. Ever." I tell him truthfully.
I will not have my daughter around that.
"I'm not! Am I really that bad of a person, Katniss? Don't you trust me?"
"I did but you've broken two too many promises in the last three months for me to even consider trusting you. I don't even know you anymore, Peeta." I snarl at him.
"Its the same old me but I'm trying to be an adult and provide for my family." He says.
"There's other ways that don't include leaving or lying." I say, rolling my eyes and letting out a breath.
He stops talking for a few minutes while I wait for him to speak, my foot on the brake.
"I'll quit the job if that means you'll believe me. I hate it anyways."
"You're the one who decided to do this and you made a promise to these people to do this job so do it. Keep your promise to these people because obviously it is more important than any of the ones you made me or Willow." I scream and peel out of the driveway.
It takes a few seconds of fumbling noises in the background until I see him running out of the front door chasing after me.
I hang up and throw my phone on the floorboard and high tail it away from him.