A.N. Dedicated to my great friend dillpickle37
On the last day of training Peeta grabs my arm and pulls me over to the painting section.
"Peeta, I don't know how to paint. We're suppose to split up remember?" I tell him, trying to get out of the task. He smiles up at me and shakes his head.
"Katniss, this is Penelope." Peeta motions to the tribute from district six. Most people simply call them the morphlings. The victors that have become so attached to the drug, they can't live without it. She has small frail arms and a shy smile, with stringy brown hair and long legs.
I nod my head and give her a smile. "Hi," I whisper.
Peeta spends the next ten minutes convincing me to let him paint on my arm. I immediately refuse, but the look he gives me is too hard to deny.
"Penelope, come here!" Peeta yells across the station. She rushes over on her frail legs and gives me a small smile.
"Did you convince her?" She asks while laughing just the slightest. Peeta nods his head and they both grab a brush and paint.
Paint is stroked across my arm and down to my hand, the colors of the sunset embellished on my skin. The flowers they draw and the sunset they paint, it's breathtaking. I rest my hands on my stomach and begin to hum to myself and the baby. Penelope eyes my stomach and I drop my hands when I notice. She returns to painting and doesn't speak a word.
Peeta holds my hand tightly as we wait for our names to be called. Minutes pass by and my stomach grows tighter every second. Finnick jokes around about what he'll do for his private session and the room fills with laughter. Mags says she'll take a nap, Beete says he will tell jokes, and Joanna says she is going to strip. I can't help but hold back laughter at her comment.
"If you really wanted to impress the judges, you should leave your clothes on." I tell her and the tributes burst with laughter. Joanna looks at me and smiles.
"Not bad, brainless. Not bad." She says.
As everyone slowly trickles out of the room and leaves, Peeta reaches across the table for my hand. I lay my forehead on top of our joined hands and sigh.
"Are you okay?" He asks me and I nod my head, even though I'm not.
"I'm just tired, and queasy." I sigh once again and sit up, putting on a smile for him. "What are you going to do for your session?"
"I'll probably paint. Maybe throw waits. What are you going to do?" He asks me.
I shake my head and look around. "I have no idea."
"PEETA MELLARK," the intercom announces and my husband stands to leave. As the door closes behind him, he flashes me a wink and blows me a kiss.
15 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes, 45 minutes. Time continues to tick by and my name has still not been called. Peeta, what did you do?
"KATNISS EVERDEEN," the intercom finally announces my name and I stand.
It's Mellark, not Everdeen.
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Fanfiction"Will you stay with me?" He asks as if he's unsure. I look him in the eyes and kiss his hand. "Always." I whisper. Book 1 Peeta loved her first and she loved him second, or was it all just a ploy to survive? They were thrown into the games together...
