Finding the Missing Piece: Book 5

Chapter Eighty-Six

Katniss POV- (That night)

"Tell me..." Peeta begs as he follows me up the stairs.

I laugh, "No. And be quiet, you're gonna wake up Willow."

"You said you'd tell me after we found out and you haven't. Tell me now......." He says closing our bedroom door behind him.

It's eating him up inside.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I want to know."

I laugh, "I already hinted to you what it was."

"You said it was bread and I named every bread I could think of and I'm sorry but if it's any of those, I hate all of them." Peeta says.

I roll my eyes, laughing, "You didn't name all the bread and you'll like this one, I promise."

"Are you gonna be mad if I don't like it?"

I shake my head, "I don't know. I don't think so but if you really don't like it don't make it so obvious and suggest something else."

"Okay, then tell me."

"No."

"Katniss..." He whines.

"Peeta..."

He laughs, "Stop."

"You stop asking me. You'll figure out what I'm talking about soon enough and you'll feel dumb for not remembering it." I say.

He groans.

"Do you have any names you like?" I ask him.

Peeta shakes his head, "Not really."

"Well, tell me something."

"I don't know, Katniss. I like the name 'Kane.'" He says.

"That's cute."

"What was yours?"

I snort, "I'm not gonna tell you. You'll figure it out."

"So we have two names?" He asks.

"Yes and it's either a 'yes' or 'no' from you when you figure out the other one."

Peeta sighs, "Do you always have to be so difficult?"

I smile cheesily, "Yep."

I crawl into bed and Peeta crawls in next to me, "Can I guess again?"

"If you want to guess again you can."

"So it's bread?"

"It can be."

"Bagel. Rolls. Sandwich bread. Yeast. Pumpernickel. Barrel. Breadstick. Croissant. Scone. I don't know." He names off quickly, he's laughing hysterically and I am too.

"No and no and no, no, no." I tell him.

He's gonna feel so stupid when he figures it out.

"Katniss, you're so evil." He groans.

"I know but you should be use to it by now, baby." I say making a kissy face at him.

Peeta laughs, "I'm gonna go crazy."

"I'm sorry."

He snorts and his hands find my belly and he holds his hand there gently.

"I am so excited that it's a boy." He tells me softly.

I smile, "Me too. I think we'd be this excited either way."

"We would be. I already know." He laughs.