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Peeta was not a nervous man.
If you asked anyone from 12, they would've responded that Peeta was a nice and easy going man, whose smile shone as bright as the first rays of dawn.
After everything he had gone through, he was healing, and, slowly but surely, was making huge progress. He almost resembled the old version of himself, when he was just a young boy working at his family's bakery, but deep down he knew he could never get back that exact spark that had died so long ago.
Still, he was content with the life he had.
He was married to the love of his life, Katniss. He had friends and the victors were like his family, so he couldn't ask for anything more.
That is, until Katniss had given in on having kids. And, don't get him wrong, he was ecstatic at the thought of starting a family with the person he loved most in the entire world, but he hadn't thought about one little detail: telling Haymitch.
So now, he was pacing around the kitchen of his house while Katniss was fixing her hair into a braid to have a picnic with Haymitch in the Meadow.
Haymitch, over the years, became extremely protective of the covey girl, and Peeta was one hundred percent sure that he almost viewed her as a daughter figure. It was like meeting your girlfriend's parents for the first time, except the baker already knew Haymitch and he was about to tell him that Katniss was pregnant. So yeah, he definitely was nervous.
When he heard the door open, his head snapped back to their bedroom, finding the most beautiful, gorgeous woman she'd ever layed eyes upon right out of the room.
She made her way towards the blonde, and gently kissed his lips, cupping his face with both of her hands. “Are we ready to go?” she asked pulling back, grey eyes staring in his.
Peeta nodded sheepishly, adding “How are you feeling?”
“I'm doing fine. Just a bit nauseous is all.” The black-haired woman replied, putting lightly a hand on her belly. Peeta, seeing her like this, with her scars, the light of the setting sun placing itself on her figure, her piercing eyes and her slight smile, he was absolutely mesmerized.
“Are you sure you don't want to postpone it? If you aren't feeling well, we could just go another time.” Katniss dismissed his partners word's by saying that she endured things much worse than some nausea, but still she swore that if she really wasn't feeling well she would've told him.
And with that, the two headed off.
Peeta was deep in thought, holding the picnic basket while his gaze remaind on the ground, seeing as he placed one foot after the other.
Katniss, instead, was walking gracefully, admiring the nature surrounding the couple. She smiled fondly when a mockinjay pierced the sky, and would sometimes stop to tell Peeta about a flower they'd meet during their path.
When they arrived in the meadow, Haymitch was already there.
Peeta tensed up immediately, but still managed a timid wave towards the older man. Katniss, meanwhile, was walking toward him, making Peeta follow as she placed a hand on her husband's shoulder.
“Hey Haymitch. Didn't know you could arrive somewhere earlier than us.” Katniss spoke. Haymitch just gave the woman a grin, sarcastically replying with “Ha ha, how funny, sweetheart. How have you guys been? Hopefully our Katniss hasn't been much of an hassle, has she?”
Peeta just laughed, some of the tension disappearing from his shoulders. “Oh, let the girl have a break! Society forbid a woman has a strong personality”
Katniss just smiled, telling him “Good job Peeta, you aren't sleeping on the couch tonight.”
“Oh, how cruel!” The black-haired man replied. Peeta just giggled as Katniss told Haymitch that, if she was truly cruel, she would've let him sleep at Haymitch's place.
After a bit of chatting from Katniss and Haymitch, while Peeta was laying out the food they prepared, Katniss suddenly stopped talking, sighing heavily, to announce the news to Haymitch.
“Hay, we need to talk.” the woman said, gaining a raised-up brow and a concerned expression on the man's face and a Peeta that suddenly found the grass really interesting.
“Do you remember when me and Peeta went to visit Johanna and Annie back at four? When you were sick?” Haymitch nodded, eager to know what happened. Peeta could literally read anxiousness on the man's face.
“Well, we may have not visited Annie and Johanna, but instead went to the Capitol to, how do I put this? Get some things checked.” She asked Peeta for the picnic basket in which only one thing remained: the photos from Katniss's ultrasound. She reached for them and handed them to Haymitch, who took them out of the girl's hands as fast as he could, and slowly scanned the photos.
It wasn't very noticeable at first, but Peeta saw Haymitch recognized what was in front of his eyes by his facial expressions.
And, when Peeta expected to be beaten up on the spot, Haymitch did something that surprised him. He started ugly crying in front of them. Peeta slowly made his way next to him, rubbing his back and muttering a 'there, there, it's okay.' Every once in a while. When he stopped, he looked Peeta dead in the eyes and grabbed him by the shoulders, squeezing them tightly. “Peeta Everdeen-Mellark.” Haymitch said firmly “If you are to touch even one of Katniss's hair , then you're as good as dead, do you hear me?”
Peeta laughed a bit nervously, replying “Yes, sir!”
“Haymitch, quit it. You know he'd never hurt me.” Katniss said. Then, Haymitch got closer to the both of them and hugged them firmly.
“You're going to be the best parents in the world.”