Fate

Chapter 11

"Katniss, you have to get up out of bed at some point," Peeta says as he rubs my back. I look up at him where he's knelt down on the floor beside of me.

"I want Snow dead," I say as more tears fall down my face. "Then he can't hurt anybody else." Peeta doesn't say anything as he reaches over and wipes my tears away with his thumbs.

"I just want the pain to stop," I tell Peeta. "I hate feeling the fear of who's going to die or get hurt next. I…" my mind becomes overwhelmed, and I start panicking. "I cant…" I gasp for air. "I… can't breathe…"

"Calm down," Peeta says as he pulls me up into a sitting position. "Katniss, please calm down." I lay my head over on Peeta's shoulder and take a deep breath. "There you go," Peeta says softly in my ear.

"I'm gonna be sick," I warn. Peeta grabs the trash can for me, keeping a hand on my shoulder so I don't fall off the bed. I'm so weak, I can barely hold my head up, so I lay back down on the bed as soon as I can.

"How are you feeling now?" Peeta asks as he brushes hair out of my eyes.

"Awful," I croak out. Peeta lays down beside of me and wraps an arm around me. I lay my head over on his chest.

"Does this help?" Peeta asks as he holds me closer to him. I let out a weak laugh.

"It helps me feel safe," I tell him. "But I don't really feel any better. This only makes my anxiety about the baby worse."

Peeta's arm tightens around me. "I know you're upset," he says. "But please remember what I told you the other day. Our baby will be okay. You have to trust me."

"I do," I say quickly. "But I still can't help but to worry about it."

"I know," Peeta says softly. "Just keep reminding yourself that it will all work out. It might help." I take a deep breath and nod my head.

"Can we talk about something?"

"What?" Peeta asks me.

"Anything to distract me for a while," I say. "To get my mind off everything."

Peeta thinks for a moment before speaking up again. "Have you thought of any baby names?" he asks me.

"No," I say as I shake my head. "Have you?"

"Not really," Peeta says with a small smile on his face. "Believe it or not, I still can't wrap my head around the fact that we're having a baby."

"Me neither," I say quietly. "It's hard to believe that there's a tiny human in there," I say as I lay my hand on my stomach. I look up at Peeta as my eyes fill with tears.

"What's the matter?" Peeta asks with a concerned look on his face.

"I don't know." I laugh a little as tears begin to fall down my cheeks. "I'm just really happy and excited about everything, but it's all so overwhelming."

"Are you making Mommy cry?" Peeta asks softly as he spreads his fingers over my stomach.

"Peeta?"

"Yeah?"

"We need to start getting a nursery ready for the baby," I tell him.

"I know," Peeta says as he kisses my forehead. "We will."

I take a deep breath. "Gosh. There's so much we have to do before the baby gets here."

Peeta laughs a little. "I was trying to get your mind off worrying. Not give you something else to stress over."

I give him a sad smile. "There's plenty for me to worry about."

"No there's not," Peeta tells me softly. "I'll get everything taken care of."