-The reason I'm losing some punctuation is because I can't get to word and have to use Notepad. I'll be fixing things ASAP!-
The food was so good we'd spent a few mintues eating instead of talking. It was a welcome silence, not awkward in the slightest. The best conversations I'd had with my wife had no words in them at all.
"So, is /it/ going to have a name?" I asked, clearing my dishes.
"No, I think we'll it 'Hey, You!' for its whole life." Katniss smirked, making a tiny sandwhich out of her remaining breakfast. She ate...weird. Not freaky, like some pregnant ladies, but the combonations of stuff was just awful.
Also, full sticks of butter rolled in sugar. She quite liked that.
"You can't really name something until you see it." she shrugged.
"Well, I don't like calling the baby 'it' all the time." I frowned.
"We can name it Bear." she winked at me.
After five minutes or so of trying to stand, she gave up, just sitting back down. "It's getting close, I can feel it." she rubbed her belly in wide circles. I drew in a sharp breath. I could feel my stomach flopping over.
"There are a few more weeks, right?" My palms grew clammy, my fingers tingling like I was facing a two-ton monster. I could be a father any day now. I could be a father tomorrow...
"I was thinking about a midwife." she toyed with the rim of her glass of water.
"Someone we know."
I gave this some thought.
"Annie Cresta?"
"Well...not quite."
My mind was drawing blank. Could men be midwives? Haymitch maybe?
And then it hit me. It hit me like an axe to a tree.
"Oh...oh no.."
"She's going to show up today, so you better start liking the idea fast." Katniss shrugged, like this all was no big deal. I personally didn't mind Johanna Mason, But I knew that if she and regular Katniss bumped heads, than her and pregnant Katniss could be lethal.
"What's this, now? Making big decisions without consulting eachother?" I sat with her, peering into her eyes. A cloudy grey that paints just couldn't capture. My abso-
lute favorite color.
"Marrige?" she responded, too weak of a joke to illicit a laugh.
"Plus, she did great with little Finn."
As part of a vow to Finnick Odair, Johanna kept Annie safe. She helped birth Finnick, named for his father. Tributes stuck together, and kept promises.
I guess until now, I didn't realize that included us, too.
"The quicker this thing is out of me, the better." she grumbled. I pet stray hairs off of her face.
Boy, was she sweaty recently.
"This was your idea, don't forget." she growled, pointing at her swollen stomach.
"Sweetpea..." I kissed her head, trying to comfort her. She frowned, her toughness fleeting.
"SWEETPEA," she mocked me, "Is going back to bed." she shoved me, slowly but shakily finding her feet.
"and she expects cheese buns, too."
I kissed her softly with a nod. Orange sauce lingered on her lips.
After she was safely tucked in bed, with my assistance, I started on bread for the day. The buns, of course, were top priority. They filled the kitchen with a mouth-watering scent, despite me just having eaten. Since food was a luxuryh I could recently afford, I'd gotten doughy. Pun intended.
When all the baking was done, and the displays were set, all I could do was wait for the bomb to drop...