Finding the Missing Piece: Book 4

Chapter Eighteen

Katniss POV- (That night, 10pm)

"You ready for bed, Sweetheart?" Peeta asks me kindly.

I lift my head off of his shoulder and look away from the tv show, "Yeah." I nod.

I hate being so tired all the time, it's not like I really have anything better to be doing besides sleeping but I would like to be awake when Peeta is.

Especially now.

"Let's go." He says, standing up.

He scoops me off the couch and holds me bridal style.

"Peeta, stop."

"Why?"

"Because you're going to hurt yourself." I laugh.

He shakes his head, "I won't."

"You're not going to be able to do that after a while, you know."

"I will." Peeta assures me.

"Not if I don't quit getting fatter. I've already gained like twelve pounds since this all happened."

"But you still don't understand how small you really are." Peeta laughs.

I groan, "I don't feel small, especially after I realized how my stomach looks. I still don't see how I didn't notice anything. How did you not notice?" I ask.

He smiles a little as he carries me up the stairs, "I was trying not to look at you in any other way than Katniss as a person. That's why I never noticed."

"You wouldn't even look at me for two months." I groan.

My hormones are raging and making my need for Peeta greater, it's been this way especially after Peeta basically stopped any kind of touch and how he wouldn't even kiss me for so long. I think maybe that's why I kept getting so frustrated when he refused to just kiss me.

"No, I did. Just not like that."

I sigh, "Well, don't look at me like that now. It's gross."

"It's not gross, it's beautiful. You are still beautiful, if not more beautiful than before."

I roll my eyes as he sets me down gently on the bed.

"I never thought you could get more beautiful than you were but I was wrong."

I scoff, "Don't be flattery."

He gives me a smile, "But that's my specialty." He teases.

I shake my head, "Baby making is your specialty." I tease pointing at my little baby bump.

"Maybe." He smiles a little, "But you make me sound like I'm some kind of pervert. First, you make me admit I wasn't looking at you in a sexual way for two months and then you say that baby making is my specialty."

"I'm just playing with you, Peeta. You're not a pervert. Just my husband." I shrug.

He just shakes his head at me, hiding a grin.

"What do you think the baby is?" I ask him curiously.

He sighs and sits down next to me.

"I think it's a girl." Peeta says.

I smile.

"I think so too." I tell him truthfully.

Since I found out, I can't imagine the baby as anything else but a 'she.'

I don't know why but it's like I sense it.

"I don't think the universe would do that to Carter." He laughs.