It's so dark when I wake up.
Is it still nighttime?
I look at the clock to see it's turned off, so I look at my phone and see it's 6:30. The sun normally is coming up by now. I frown and get up, walk to the balcony doors and rip them open.
A shitload of snow comes pouring into the house. I shut the doors again and move the curtain, shivering.
Is this a blizzard?
Is there school today?
Where's Peeta?
Why am I awake so early?
I pull on sweats, a yellow tank top and a white jacket that is way to big for me because it belongs to Peeta. It's. Much warmer than any jacket I've ever worn.
I put socks on, too, and go downstairs.
Everyone is awake.
I run my fingers through my hair. All of the kids are ready for school but Peeta is arguing with his Mom about whether or not they're going. He's insisting that they have to go and she is saying that they're not. The entire conversation is in quick French.
I decide to just settle it. "Peeta, ils ne peuvent pas aller à l'école dans une tempête de neige. vous ne pouvez même pas voir la voiture de la fenêtre." (Peeta, they can't go to school in this blizzard. You can't even see the car from the window.)
"Merci! au moins quelqu'un comprend!" Mrs. Mellark says. (Thank you! At least someone understands!)
Peeta sighs loudly. "Amende." (Fine.)
The kids stand there, confused, because we're still working on French with them.
Peeta grew up in Paris, France, and every time he talks in English, he has the French accent. I grew up here in Kentucky but I'm mostly French in the blood and for years in my life all my parents spoke was French. I just picked it up, I guess.
I look at the kids. "You're not going to school."
"But Dad said-" Ryan begins.
"I know what he said."
He hesitates and looks at Peeta. "You're not going."
"Okay. I'm going back to bed."
All of the kids go back to bed. I can tell by looking at Peeta that he isn't mad at me, which is good.
"I'm going too." He says.
"Me too," I follow him.
He lies down and I slowly sit next to him. "You aren't mad at me, right?" I ask.
He shakes his head and pats his chest. I lie down and rest my head where he patted, and he pulls me close. "Peeta." I mumble.
"Yes?" he whispers, kissing the top of my head.
"Can you take your shirt off?"
He doesn't question, he just sits up, pulls his shirt off, tosses it on the floor and then lies back down.
I rest my head on his chest again after pulling off all my clothes except for my underwear.
"Honey, if one of our kids walks in here and sees you more than half naked and me more than half naked lying in bed together, they're going to have nightmares."
I sigh and get up and lock the door, and then I climb back in bed with him. His hands roam my bare back. "I love you." He whispers.
"I love you too." I kiss the spot right over his heart and start trailing my hands around his stomach. I find my hands moving lower and lower until they start to run over top of his boxer briefs. He inhales sharply and grabs my wrist.
"What are you doing?" he whispers, and I smile.
"Sorry." I whisper back.
A half hour passes of my hand roaming his front.
"Peeta?" I whisper.
"Hmm?" he murmurs.
"Are you very tired?"
"No, why?"
"Me either."
He sighs softly. "I hate mixed messages."
"Are you bored?"
"No, I'm enjoying laying here with you."
"Well…what if your laying and I'm not, or I'm laying and your not but we are still touching in a better way and we are still in bed?"
He's silent for a while. "Is this your way of asking for sex?"
I shrug.
"Honey…the kids…"
"I can be quiet." I sit up. "Can you?"
He looks at my breasts, licks his lips and then nods.
"I won't make a noise."
"So…?" I bite my lip.
"So I can make love to my wife. Now lay down."
"Are you in charge?" I ask, grinning, because he knows I like it better that way.
"Yes."
"Okay."
…..a…..
"Katniss." Prim shakes my shoulder. I sit up without thinking, because I'm naked. She just bursts out laughing and walks away to lock the door. I make no attempt to cover myself. "I'm getting married."
"Yeah, I know you are…" I mumble.
"No, I mean I'm really getting married. It's going to be in December. I'm thinking the twelfth."
"Oh." I mumble, running a finger through my hair.
"Yeah, will you be my maid of honor? I was going to ask Lauren, but your my sister and I kind of want it to be you because your taste is better than all of us and your my sister."
"Um, okay."
"Cool. So, I've decided I can have as many fucking people as I want in my wedding. I'm going to have five bridesmaids and three flower girls and then four ring bearers."
"That's a lot of people, Prim."
"Well it's what I want." She pauses. "Collin made me a list of his groomsmen. He wants Peeta, Finnick, Blight and Ryan, and this his one brother Michael, and then Greg and then his groomsmen is his other brother, Justin." She says.
"Okay, who are the Bridesmaids?"
"Well, there Addi, Rose, Lauren, Annie and Johanna."
"The ring bearers?" I ask.
"Caden, Cody, Ben and Mason. Then the flower girls are Jillian, Elizabeth and Juliette." She says.
"Okay." I say.
"I have basically everything planned, but we are going to go to the same dress shop you went to and that's in New York. We need to go soon. How about this weekend?"
"Um, I'll have to check with Peeta."
"Rose and Addi and Juliette and Jillian need to come, too."
"Okay."