Peeta is standing in the kitchen, mixing a bowl of what appears to be red frosting. Only when I look closer, I see that it's tinged with orange and yellow and even some hints of blue here and there. And it glitters—literally shining under the overhead lights. Just like my dress did for that interview so long ago.

"Peeta?" I poke my head around the door.

"Hey, love. How was your day?" He takes a flat knife from a drawer and lays it on the counter, then turns to pick up a beautiful cake from the open oven.

"Fine," I say, walking over to him and stretching up on my toes to wrap my arms around his neck. I untie his frilly pink KISS THE CHEF apron and hang it on the wall. (Finnick gave it to us as a wedding gift; apparently Annie's talented at embroidery. Nevertheless, he thought it was hilarious.)

"Is something wrong, Katniss? Your eyes are all red," Peeta says.

Damn. Knew I forgot something. "Uh, yeah," I say, glancing back at Haymitch for support but only receiving a you—got—yourself—into—this—mess—get—yourself—out—of—it look, "I have to tell you something…"

"Tell me, then, silly!" he laughs, pressing his lips to my cheek.

"Do you think you were right? When you told the country that I was pregnant?"

"It was more a publicity thing. Why?" he asks. When I fix him with a look that must be halfway between happy and scared, he finally understands.

"Oh, wow, oh, Katniss. Really? This is amazing. I can't express how happy I really, truly am. How far are you? Is it a boy or a girl? Does anyone know yet?" I keep expecting him to start jumping up and down like a little girl.

"Um, nine weeks, I don't know yet, and only Haymitch so far. Please, Peeta," I add, laughing as I try to stop his bouncing, "you're going to hurt me."

"This is fabulous," he says, and literally strikes a pose; I mean hands—on—hips—modeling—pose. Haymitch, unfortunately, decides that this would be an ideal moment for him to walk in. And so it's this way that my mother finds us, collapsed in laughing heaps against the counters and walls, with Peeta's KISS THE CHEF apron still hanging on the wall.