All about a t-shirt
I walk up the stairs to the bedroom Katniss and I share. I see sitting her on the bed without any clothes covering her top half. I'm stunned, what is she doing? In one hand she holds a top and as I move closer I can see that it's one of mine.
"Katniss, what's wrong?"
"It doesn't fit," she says.
I go and sit next to her o the bed. Tears are streaming down her face. I go to put my hands around her but she pushes them away.
"What do you mean Katniss?" I asked her confused.
"You idiot, your top doesn't fit me anymore!" She shouts.
"But Katniss-" I begin but she cuts me off.
"I'm so fat and ugly," she says through sobs.
"Katniss your beautiful, don't say that," I say.
"No Peeta, you're just saying that because your my husband and that's what you're supposed to say," she fumes turning away from me.
"No Katniss, I mean every word," I tell her. "do you want me to go?" I ask sighing, getting up from the bed and moving to the door.
And then she's sobbing.
"I'm so mean to you," she says getting up and wrapping her arms around me, "I'm so sorry, I love you Peeta."
"I love you two," I tell her stroking her hair.
Pregnancy hormones made Katniss slightly crazy sometimes.