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They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray eyes, struggling to keep up with her on his chubby toddler legs. It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly. When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it.

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I could write a fucking novel about the ache of missing you.

S.B. (via sunflower-mama)

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I never wanted any of this. Never wanted to be in the games. I just wanted to save my sister and keep Peeta alive.

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All those months of taking it for granted that Peeta thought I was wonderful are over.

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Peeta should have known that giving his wife the option would mean that she would want to stay home, he knew enough about her to know that she would do just about anything not to go to the hospital. While a part of him wanted to drive her and have them run a few tests he knew he had to respect her and not freak out. It was more than likely nothing to worry about. No one knew better than she did after all and he just had to trust that she understood her body. "The doctor just wants to make sure you aren't bleeding and from what I can see there is no blood, so he says you only have to go if there is. The rest is up to us and depends on how bad your pain is." with that he agrees to take her in if it gets any worse before helping her up gently. His arms support all of her weight as he walks her towards their bed. "Ok baby, I can stay here, if it gets any worse we can call someone over ok?" 

Katniss shook her head. As worried as she was, she didn’t want to go to the hospital unless absolutely necessary. This wasn’t their first child, and she didn’t think it was actual contractions, so she refused with a furrowed brow. “No," she puffed. A breath blew away a stray strand that had fallen into her face. "No, I don’t want to go. Are they saying I should? I think this whole thing caught me off guard. They’re going away now." As she sunk further into the rocker, allowing herself to relax, the clenches didn’t seem so frightening. They still caused discomfort, but it wasn’t really any different than the rolling around she felt daily. "I would like to lay down, though." Katniss was exhausted from this little episode. "Could you help me over to the bed, babe?”

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Peeta could feel her calming once she was sitting his hand goes to her stomach momentarily before holding his palm to hers. He knew that things like this happened, Em hadn't exactly been an easy pregnancy for her either and he hadn't expected her to have an easy experience this time. He speaks to the doctor in a calm voice and when he explains what is going on he asks Peeta if he would like to take her in. "Babe, would you want to go get tested? Just in case? Or do you just want to lay down for a bit?"  

Katniss leaned her weight back after being seated in the padded chair, feeling some of that tightness fade. A rush of relief helped to calm her racing heart, if only for a moment. “I know," she said, but her smile was brittle, teetering on the edge of a grimace. The pain wasn’t excruciating enough that she thought she was miscarrying or anything equally horrifying, but it wasn’t exactly something she enjoyed experiencing this early, either. “God, I hope they are," the brunette huffed under her breath. She distracted herself by watching him dial for a doctor, then grabbed his hand when it was extended to her. "Um… Maybe a six? It’s not that bad." The squeezes simply surprised her, and left her a little breathless. She was used to to their son’s fluttering kicks. Gripping her husband’s hand, Katniss worked on evening out her breaths.

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Peeta is gentle as he lowers his wife on to the plush rocking chair, careful to steady it as she sits his eyes on her belly then her face accessing how much pain she was in. "I know sweetheart, I know but you are going to be fine ok?" he wanted to reassure her that there was nothing life threatening going on, at least not at the moment, there was no blood and she seemed better once she was off her feet. "Ok maybe they are just the fake one" he whispers already grabbing his phone and dialing, "What is your pain level 1-10 darling here take my hand" he smiles handing her his hand to squeeze, his blue eyes trained on her own. 

Katniss leaned into her husband when he hurried over to her. “Sorry," she panted, wincing as another wave of uncomfortable clenching washed over her. "It just happened so suddenly." He knew how well she handled surprises — not very, especially where their children were concerned. "Yeah, okay," the brunette agreed, and began to shuffle with him in the direction of the plush rocker they kept in their room. Her panic abated somewhat once she was seated, but his question about contractions made her concern flare. What if they were real? She wasn’t ready to have their son yet! He wasn’t due for another month or more. "No," his wife said, brows furrowed. "I think they might be those fake ones. Maybe you should call the hospital, see what they think.”

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Peeta could see the distress written all over his wife's face and rushes to her side, reaching for her arm gently. "Whoa its ok baby girl, just breathe for me right now ok. Just breathe" he says trying to keep his own worry and distress at bay. "Lets just get you into the chair" he murmurs one hand steading her belly as he slowly leads her towards the chair careful as he tries to lower her on to it. "Is it contractions Katniss? Do you feel like when Em was coming?" he asks worriedly, at least her water hadn't broken. 

“I don’t—" Katniss started before a pang of pain hit her down below. She bent over a little, putting more pressure on her protruding abdomen. "I don’t think it’s him. It feels more like cramps?" She was at a loss when it came to describing them. They weren’t intense, but they were unexpected. Her heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest, thanks to the anxiety that was suddenly threatening to swallow her whole. “Could you help me sit down?”

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Peeta was in their daughters room when he heard his wife calling, she had gotten awfully big and he knew her balance was off. Handing the doll to his daughter and motioning for her to stay put he walks briskly to their own room frowning when he finds her holding her belly. "Babe? What is it? Is he kicking or?" 

“Peeta," Katniss called out, her voice lifting on the last syllable. "Can you come here?" Her hands were cradling her large, rounded stomach. Something didn’t feel right. She didn’t think she was in actual labor or anything, but there was a discomfort coming from inside her, something she knew she should inform him about, in case it turned out to be serious.

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It’s just that I didn’t understand when I met you. After your first Games, I thought the whole romance was an act on your part. We all expected you’d continue that strategy. But it wasn’t until Peeta hit the force field and nearly died that I - that I knew I’d misjudged you. That you do love him. I’m not saying in what way. Maybe you don’t know yourself. But anyone paying attention could see how much you care about him.

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Peeta knew for a fact that his wife was no where as scared as he was of the storm that was raging outside their windows and doors, he knew that while she didn't exactly like them she didn't mind them either. Yet any excuse for them to lay together, their little family entangled was a good one. While their daughter, still nothing more than a toddler was scared as well, maybe she had learned that much from her father.

Peeta keeps his eyes on his wife shifting them only too look at the sleeping child between them momentarily before they flick back to her. Peeta had been worried from the start of the pregnancy and after his wife's recent hospitalization he was even more so. At her direction he moves his hand and looks down smiling slowly as he suddenly feels a small tap. "Oh... is he moving now? Scared as well probably" he smiles keeping his hand as was feeling their son kick against it once more. 

Through The Storm || [Huntress-Katniss]

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Through the storm || [Huntress-Katniss]

  Peeta had never liked storms, even when he was a child the lightening had always scared him. Growing up he had gotten over it, had learned in school that there was nothing to fear, simple the weather, the way earth worked, the water cycle playing its part in their life. But like most things that too changed with the hunger games, while in the first game rain had been their salvation during the Quell lightning had been the final thing that had torn Katniss from his side.

Which was how he his wife and his daughter had all ended up on their kind sized bed, their daughter resting between them, his blue eyes open looking at his wife as if afraid that she might disappear. "How is the baby doing?" he asks reaching over, his hand landing on the peak of her belly gently. 

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So You Know ❥➳ [Drabble]

  ※ Because when I am with you, things simply make sense again. 

   Peeta had been with Katniss for years now and if there was one thing he took seriously each and every year it was her birthday, it truly came second only to their anniversary. There was something to be said about how far he went when it came to planning yet something was off this year. Something had thrown him off.

It had been an especially trying year what with his illness at the start which had thankfully tuned out to be little more than a scare and then her pregnancy there had been little time for him to plan something on the grand scale of say their cabin or their beach house. Of course eventually he had convinced Effie and Haymitch to take Em for the weekend and while she napped he had decided to bake. As a baker it was second nature and knowing her like the back of his hand he made her her birthday cake as well as multiple other delectable.

She had grown tired over the pregnancy so after setting it all up on a tray it had been too easy to sneak into their room and place it all on his side of the bed. He glances up at the clock noting that it was still but 11:49 and with a slight smirk he walks towards the closet pulling on her favorite pair of sweatpants. It isn't until he is pulling his shirt off that he hears her stirring and he hurries to grab her cake lighting the candles at the top.

Walking closer he smiles when he notes she is still asleep he leans forward pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. "Babe..." she stirs and he holds the cake out slowly for her to view.

"Make a wish princess.. Happy birthday" and that. that was just the start. 

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