Together, 11

/Mmp...I'm tired.
I will post a chapter of Really Real tomorrow... Then Maybe It Is Real the next... Then another of this. I should actually write something for tomorrow. This was one of my favorite chapters, took awhile to write but it was fun. And the nursery. While writing this I was like OMF, I FORGOT TO MaKE a NURSERY
Thanks for reading, :)/

I am now 28 weeks and I can't believe I will get bigger then this. I am huge. Like, I can't touch my toes.

"Only 3 more months," Peeta whispers in my ear. "That's forever!," I exclaim jumping (well sorta) up from the bed. "Not really, the first three months went really fast, now you've been through three more!"

"Yeah, but it's going to get harder, I'm going to get fatter, and she's going to kick me harder, I'll have to pee more, I'll-" Peeta cuts me off by kissing me. "Hey, it's be over before you know it. Then we'll have a beautiful baby girl. For now, just hang in there. Can't really go back."

"Yeah, that's for sure. Kinda your fault now that I think about it," I mutter. "It's takes two to-" "Yeah, yeah, it takes two to tango," I snap. "You say that every time."

He chuckles a bit. He likes it when I snap at him for some reason, I really don't understand it. "Come on, just sit right there and relax," he says gently pushing me back on the bed. "Fine," I say and tug him down with me when he tries to walk away. "We're in this together, remember?" "Of course sweetheart," he smiles.

We lay there for a little while, just soaking up the silence. "Peeta," I say suddenly. He hums in response. "I want fish sticks."
"Now?"
"Yes, now. And cheese dip," I add.
"Cheese dip with fish sticks? Why not just ketchup or something?"
"Because I want what I want. And right now I want fish sticks and cheese dip. It'll be like those spicy fried cheese sticks they have at that cafe in District 2."
"I don't think it'll taste like that. It's different cheese and they won't be spicy, they'll be fishy."
"Whatever, it sounds good to me. And it's not as gross as wanting to put tuna in the lamb stew. But that does sound good.."
"Let's just stick with the fish sticks," he says quickly.

"Okay then," I smile. "Let's go," I get myself off the bed. It takes awhile but I do it. Okay fine, Peeta helps me. While he walks down the stairs, I waddle. I'm glad Haymitch isn't here, he'd have a ball making fun of me.

"Hey sweetheart," Haymitch says when I get to the bottom of the stairs. Damn it, I knew he couldn't stay away for too long. Here comes the comments.
"Hey Haymitch," I say sitting down on a stool next to him. "Nice outfit," he comments. I look down. I'm wearing yoga pants and my t-shirt has risen up. I pull it down and scowl at him. "Hey, I thought it was nice. You're getting a little chubby there though, don't you think?"
"I'm 28 weeks pregnant and if you say something else I'll make the baby call you something stupid like.. Tibi."
"Tibi? Is that the best you could come up with?"
"You don't want to be called it, do you?"
"No, I guess not. You look beautiful."

"Yes, that's more like it," I say turning my focus to Peeta. He is getting fish sticks out of the freezer. I figured he'd make them, but I don't guess we have fresh fish on hand to do that.

"Oh, let's have salmon patties too!" I say. "Salmon patties and fish sticks? Haven't you ever seen a food group chart?" Peeta says getting flour and a can of salmon out of the cabinet. "I have, but I don't care. I wanted fish sticks and cheese dip and now I want salmon patties but I'm not abandoning the fish sticks." "Mhmm. You know, we just had lunch like an hour ago, this is getting to be quite a meal," he says. "That's why they make refrigerators and tupperware containers Peeta," I say.

"Your going to have fish sticks and cheese dip?" Haymitch asks turning his nose up. "Hey, it's going to be good!" I tell him. He nods. "Since it's bread boy's child, shouldn't you be craving bread or something?"
"I do crave cheese buns. Hey Peeta-" "I got it," Peeta says getting out more flour and cheese. "Oh, you know me so well," I smile.
"Hard not to," he says stirring the cheese dip.

I smile again and lay my head on the counter. Haymitch coughs and I look up at him. "Well kid, I got Willow something, kinda for you too I guess," he says handing me a pale pink, blue, purple and yellow book. A baby book. It has all kinds of sections to write in the baby's firsts and all of that and some spots for the pregnancy. I smile at Haymitch and sorta hug him but it's kinda hard with my stomach in the way. "Thank you. It's awfully sweet of you." "Aw, it was nothing. I'm going to be spoiling the child soon anyway," he says. I laugh a little and look back at the book. Theres so much, I'm going to love it. I go back to the first page and grab a pen. I write 'Willow Rose Mellark' under name and 'girl' under gender. I go through a few more pages that I'm too lazy to fill out right now until I see one very important one. Picture of nursery.

"Peeta, we haven't done the nursery!" I panic. I haven't even thought about it. "Chill out Katniss, we still got a few months," Peeta says calmly. "What if she is born early, while we're still painting it?" I ask. "If she's born that early, then she'll be at the hospital. If she is born like a week or two early, I hope to have it done by then. She should sleep in our room for a month or so anyway, so if it isn't completely finished, it won't matter so much, don't freak out."

"Okay. I just haven't thought about it. At all," I say. "I just thought about it recently," he admits. "You two are the most disorganized people I've ever seen," Haymitch says. I roll my eyes. "We're not that bad, I've seen worse. Like, across the street." "Hey, it's cleaner then this house now!" he defends. "Yeah, right." "It's not like you've been able to walk over there to see it lately," he teases. "Hey, remember Tibi!" I warn.

"Okay you two, settle down. The cheese dip and fish sticks are ready," Peeta says putting the cheese buns in the oven and bringing the cheese dip and fish sticks over. I grab a fish stick and dip it in the cheese dip. "Mmmm, try one Haymitch!" I say. "Uh, no thanks I already ate," he says. "Yeah, we all just ate lunch but it's snack time so eat one," I command. "Fine," he sighs, getting a fish stick and dipping it. "Hey, that's actually pretty good," he says. "Told you so," I say. Peeta frowns and tries one too. "That actually is good," he says. "Yeah, yeah, pregnant woman is always right," I tell them. "I wouldn't say alwa-" Peeta starts. "Hey, it's your kid in there," I remind him. "I mean, you are always right," he says now. "Good boy," I tell him.