I go in the house after Peeta, and I'm fucking pissed.
"You guys better fucking stick around!" I snap, and storm upstairs.
"What happened?" Annie asks.
"She's eight months and two weeks out from delivery."
"It's very possible. A due date is just an estimation." Mom says.
"Well she's pissed off." Peeta says.
"Why?" Reed asks.
"Because we don't even have a onesie."
"Well then I say you stay home with Katniss and the kids on Thanksgiving and all of us go out and we go black Friday shopping." Mr. Mellark says. "And Johanna stays to, that way if there's a surprise labor, someone's here with the kids."
Everyone starts agreeing, and I go downstairs and sit down on the couch.
"Don't worry honey, we're got it covered." Mom says.
I can't believe I'm having a baby in two weeks with my husband.