CHAPTER 9

"Peeta, what if I am really pregnant?"

"You probably aren't. I mean, the odds of that happening and with you being young ... I guess if you are, you are. End of story."

"I never wanted to be a mother."

"I can't say I wanted to be a father either."

"Peeta, I'm scared. I'm really scared."

He pulls me into a long hug.

"I am too. You have every single right to be scared."

"I am more scared than I ever remember I was. I don't think I'm ready. To be a mother that is."

"Shhh, you'll be alright. I promise. I'll never leave your side."

"Stay with me?"

"Always."

I begin to cry at the mess I put myself into. Then, all of a sudden, I feel confused. I shrug off the feeling

"I guess I should probably test myself."

"Whenever you are ready, Kat."

"I'm not going to be ready. Ever!"

"I understand. Whenever you need someone, I'm there. You know I will always be there for you, right?"

"Yeah. I know."

"Good. Now sweetheart, you have to get some rest."

"Alright. As long as you hold me."

"I'll never let you go."