As he leaves out the front door into the early may afternoon I hear him call out "Be back later."
Then I say "I love you" for what seems like the hundredth time today and it is only noon. I feel as though I could never say it enough. That every single time I say it I am nowhere near coming close to being able to show how I feel about him. Every hug is not as close, but every time we kiss I feel as though he may be close to understanding how much I love him. Being able to make up for everything he has had to go through because of me. Peeta, he has given up everything for me. He lost his family because of me that arrow I let loose in the second games. He was taken prisoner by Snow, then tortured, and he was hijacked. I cannot imagine what that must have been like. Finally when we went to the capitol all he wanted was for us to kill him. I hope he is as glad as I am that we didn't. He should hate me because of all this and yet, somehow he doesn't.
"Katniss?" I hear Peeta coming down the hall.
"In here" I say. I can hear his wet boots squeaking in the hall by the door. Hear the rain pounding on the roof of the large house we have shared since he came back from the capitol 12 years ago. The house seems big, not just big is seems sort of. . . empty. Maybe it won't be soon. Peeta has finally convinced that it is 'safe' to have children. 'Safe' that word is such a joke. Ever since the first game I knew that there was no such thing as being safe.
"Katniss?" he says again.
"I'm in the kitchen" I call to him. Just as he comes into the kitchen I slide the last of the dishes into the water. He comes over to me and wraps me one of his warm embraces. "Hello there"
"Do you need any help?" he asks me.
"No I have it under control. What were you doing outside in this rain?"
"Oh, nothing just went for a walk"
"Ok" I know that he had one of his flashbacks but I won't pry.
"Are you sure you don't need any help?"
"I'm sure, and this can wait. I have some great news to tell you." I can't wait much longer. Peeta is going to be so happy. He has been waiting for this for nearly 12 years.
He sits down on the sofa and I sit down next to him. I try to think of how to tell him this. He is the one who is good with words. He always has been the one who knew just how to phrase things while I just said whatever . I wanted to tell him just perfectly. Oh well, here goes nothing.
"Peeta" I sit there and look into those beautiful blue eyes and I say "We're going to have a baby"