Katniss pov
Peeta and I set up for the dinner. I chop up vegetables as Peeta cooks the meat. After, while I'm clearing off the table, Peeta comes up behind me and presses a kiss to my neck.
He places a hand on my stomach and asks,"how is my baby girl?"
"She seems extra jumpy today. She keeps moving around."I say placing my hand on top of his.
"Maybe she's as anxious as her mother." He laughs.
"I think she can feel my nerves,"I say as he rests his head against my shoulder.
"Why are you so nervous?"He asks.
That's a good question. Why am I nervous? It's just our family. Maybe it's because of his family. I have no problem telling my mom and sister but I'm nervous about his family. I'm afraid they won't like me or that they'll think I'm not right for Peeta.
"I don't know,"I lie.
"You have nothing to worry about. They'll be happy for us." He says.
I smile knowing he's right. Peeta urges me to go sit down and relax while he finishes setting the table. But my stubborn pride gets in the way and fight it until he gives up a and let's me set the table while he cooks.
"I'm not that fragile. I'm pregnant, not dying. I can do things myself." I say irritated.
"I wasn't implying that-"he starts.
"Whatever,"I say getting angry. I cross my arms angrily across my chest and storm out of the room. I hear Peeta sigh behind me and then hear his footsteps as he follows me.
"Katniss, please listen to me." He says behind me.
I'm still fuming. He places a gentle hand on my shoulder and turns me to face him."I'm sorry I made you mad,"he starts almost afraid like he was trying to defuse a bomb.
"Forget it Peeta!"I say angrily.
"Katniss, please. I didn't mean it in that way. I just was saying that I want you to relax. Stress is bad for the baby. And you've done so much today."
I sigh angrily and sit down with my arms crossed. Peeta sits down next to me and apologizes again. He leans in and presses a kiss to my forehead. The door bell rings and he hesitates to get it.
I shoot him a look and he gets up to get the door. It's Prim and my mother. I smile a little when I see her. Prim runs over to me and gives me a big hug. I press a kiss to her forehead and hug her.
She looks at me and asks,"what's wrong?"
"I'm mad."
"Why?"She asks.
"Peeta is treating me like I'm dying."
"Oooohh, I get it. You feel he is being overprotective."
"Yes and I'm sick and tired of it!"I say angrily. "Sometimes I wish he would just go away!"
She sighs and pats my leg. "You don't really feel that way, Katniss. It's just your anger/stubbornness mixed with your pregnancy hormones."
I roll my eyes but I know she's right. I couldn't stand not having Peeta with me. "Maybe you guys just spend too much time together. This happens a lot when people first move in together."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you guys live together now, so you see each other in the morning, at work, and when you come home. It's a lot of time together and you have to figure out how to deal with it. The combination of that and you being pregnant makes it seem as if he is constantly being overprotective. So maybe you should spend a night away from each other. Like maybe you do something and he does something else, some where else."
"How'd you get so smart, little duck?"
She smiles and shrugs.
"I should talk to him, huh?"
She nods with a smirk. I stand up right as the door rings. When I open it up, it's his family. They all hug me as they greet me. Then Peeta comes up and greets his family. I tap Peeta on the shoulder and say,"I need to talk to you."
He looks at me concerned but follows me.
"So I was talking to Prim, and she helped me a lot. I think we need to spend less time together. We spend so much time together and I think that's why I'm so irritable lately. So I think you should go out with the group drinking on Friday. Like you use to."
"So wait, you want me to go out drinking on Fridays without you?"
"Yes!"
"What? No I can't do that to you."
"Peeta, please. I think it could help. Besides you deserve some fun."
"Katniss, we'll talk about it." He says softly.
He presses a kiss to my forehead and then leads me back to the dining room where our family is sitting. We start to eat the dinner and make small talk. My mom talks to Peeta's father happily. I catch a glimpse of their conversation and hear them reminiscing about their younger years.
Peeta stands up, pulling me up with him.
"So we're having this dinner because we have big news."
"It's twins!" Nick shouts.
Peeta and I laugh nervously and say,"God no!"
"No, no,"he says,"we wanted to tell you the gender."
There's lots of gasps and excited noises.
Peeta smiles at me and at the same time we say,"it's a girl."
Prim squeals and my mom smiles. Peeta's family claps him on the back and congratulate him.
"The Mellark's really need a girl in the family,"his father says. It's true, Peeta comes from a family of all boys, and so did his father, and his grandfather.
Three generations of all boys.
"Wow, way to break the Mellark boy curse,"his brother says.
"We're happy for you,"his father says.
"Thank you, dad,"Peeta says and I find him looking very happy.