My Love

by KatPeeta23

When Katniss runs into Peeta in the street, she swears she knows him from somewhere. If only she knew where... It's much longer and there's much more than it sounds. And there's a lot of drama.

25. Chapter 25

I can't do this! I cannot do this!
Let's be honest; I'm freaking out!
I'm waiting with Haymitch, who agreed to walk me down the aisle.
It's the big day. Audrey and Madison are the flower girls and Jacob and Ryan are the ring bearers, Jo, Allison, Prim, Lauren and Stella are the bridesmaids, Annie is the maid of honor, Jared is the best man, with the groomsmen as Rye, Graham, Kegan, Ethan and Justice. Annie is in a long beige dress, that's simple and strapless, her hair curled. The bridesmaids are in matching dresses but they are shorter, to a few inches above the knee. Audrey and Madison are in the same dress as the bridesmaids. All of them have on silver heels, except for Madison and Audrey, who have on silver sandals. I know all the guys are in tuxes, but I don't know what they look like.
I haven't seen Peeta in 48 hours, because everyone insisted that we should wait two days to be extremely safe, instead of one, to 'follow tradition'.
We're at the local church. Mom and Mrs. Mellark decided to invite my entire high school, along with Peeta's, not to mention everyone one of all our employees and our entire town. There are almost two thousand people, so the path I have to walk is really, really long.
God, I'm gonna be sick, I think to myself.
"Sweetheart!" Haymitch says, waving his hand in front of my face.
I snap my eyes to his. "Let's go," he says carefully. I freeze.
"I don't know if I can do this…" I whisper. I hear the crowd murmuring in confusion.
"You can do this! This is Peeta we're talking about! You're carrying his child, you love him!" Haymitch says, keeping his voice down. I sigh.
"You're right," I say.
"Of course I'm right! This is me we're talking about!" he says. "Now let's get you hitched!" he says. I laugh nervously and let him link his arm through mine.
"Just…don't let me fall." I whisper. He snickers.
"I'm not making any promises," he says. He begins to tug me out, down the aisle.
My dress is, really, really long. It's like a ball gown, strapless, beads from the waist up, the bottom layered and ruffled. My hair is curled like the girls, but parts are pulled back and twisted into complicated patterns, held together with diamonds.
My heels are silver.
I invited Plutarch too, and insisted that Allison be one of my bridesmaids.
I lose my train of thought the second Peeta comes into view.
He left his hair simple and curly, just the way I love it. He damn well better know I love it, considering how much I run my hands through it, whether we're making out, or just talking, or just walking past him. Not to mention how many times I've told him that I love his hair. His tux is completely black, and boy does it look sexy.
I'm blushing like crazy, but it seems impossible for me to look away, or even blink.
Haymitch places my hand in Peeta's, sending a shock through my entire body.
"You hurt her; this child will be your last." Haymitch threatens darkly, not bothering to keep his voice down. A low chuckle spreads through the audience. Peeta and I roll her eyes.
"I won't," Peeta promises.
Haymitch moves to his position, and the entire place falls silent.
"Ladies and gentleman," The priest begins.
And of course, I being ADD forgot to take my medicine today, so I zone out, inspecting Peeta.
His warm blue eyes, his freckles, his lips, his nose, everything.
Peeta squeezes my hand and I blink multiple times. Everyone is watching me expectantly, Jo, Annie and Finn shaking with silent laughter.
"What?" I ask, embarrassed. Everyone chuckles.
"It's time to say you vows," the priest says. Peeta has humor in his eyes.
I think for a minute.
"Well…I didn't prepare anything." I say. Everyone chuckles again. "So…" I pause, thinking for a long time. "Peeta, there's so much I could say, so much time I could use, so I'm gonna have to cut it short." I say. "Everything about you is…perfect. Your laugh, your smile, your eyes, your hair, your personality…I honestly…"I sigh, struggling. He gets it. He smiles gently and squeezes my hand. "We have gone through some rough patches, we've broken up and some other things, but we've pulled through, and it's because of you. You make me smile, happy…you know all my buttons, you know all my intentions, whether they're good or bad and…I can't wait till this ceremony is over so I can kiss you." Everyone laughs again. "And…I love you." I say. Everyone looks at me. "That's all…"
Peeta smiles.
"Well…for starters, I love you too." I smile a little. I know I'm gonna cry; I was struggling not to cry when I was talking. "There's so much I could say too, like how I love when you laugh and smile, when you joke around and punch my arm, yelling at me when I don't pretend to be hurt," everyone laughs a little, my mom and his mom shaking with silent sobs. "When you sing, or the second someone leaves, you say 'thank god' and then strip down into your bra and underwear. How you love pretty little liars. The way you look when someone has food you want. You never notice, but I always make sure you get it." I grin. Yes I do notice, but I'm not going to butt in. "And I'm not going to lie when I say that sometimes, I purposely annoy you, because I think it's adorable when you're irritated. I love it when you dance to Pink and I love it when you fall asleep anywhere. I will still never forget that time I came home and you were asleep with your phone on your face. I lied to you and told you I had just gotten home, when I had really been there for an hour, just waiting to see if you were going to push it off you." he says. I blush and everyone laughs. "And…yeah, I just…can't wait to be able to call you my wife." He adds. He remains silent. I have tears streaming down my face, happy tears, obviously.
He wipes them gently, his finger lingering on my cheek before he drops it, taking my hand again.
"Katniss, if you would please repeat after me." the priest says. I look up at him. I know what to say already. "I, Katniss Everdeen"
"I Katniss Everdeen," I repeat.
"Take you, Peeta Mellark," he says.
"Take you, Peeta Mellark," I repeat again.
"To by my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward," he says.
"To be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward," I repeat, looking at Peeta now.
"For better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part." He says.
"For better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part." I whisper.
"Peeta, would you please repeat after me."
Peeta repeats exact what I say, but saying his name instead of mine, then mine instead of his, then wife instead of husband.
We exchange rings.
"Do you, Katniss Everdeen, take Peeta Mellark to be your loftily wedded husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?" the priest asks.
"I do," I say, without hesitation.
"And do you, Peeta Mellark, take Katniss Everdeen to be your loftily wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, as long as you both shall live?" he asks, Peeta this time.
"I do," Peeta says confidently.
"For as much as Katniss and Peeta have consented together in wedlock, and have pledged to be betrothed, one to the other, by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife, Peeta, you may kiss your bride."
Again, without hesitation, Peeta takes my face in his hands and kisses me.
Finally!
The crowd erupts in cheers when we break apart, out hands linked.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the priest begins to raise his voice over the noise, which quiets down. "It is with great pleasure; I introduce you, for the first time as husband and wife, Katniss and Peeta Mellark." He finishes.
Family swarms us, the crowd cheering, kissing our cheeks and hugging us, almost all of them crying.
Mom hugs me, and then Prim. Then they get the awesome idea of a group hug. And then I'm squished in the middle next to Peeta.
I groan loudly.
"Hello!" I say. "Squished pregnant lady here!" They all laugh and move.
"Well lets go!" Mom says.
They also won't allow us to ride in the same car to the reception.
I give Peeta a loving kiss and then glare at my mother as she pulls me away, all the girls behind me.
We get in the limo and all of us sit down.
"I still don't see why I can't ride with Peeta." I complain.
"Katniss, we've explained a hundred times! We don't want you two having sex in the limo! It's extremely disrespectful and you may not be ready to get out!" Mom explains.
"So!" I say. "If I want to have sex with my fianc-husband, I'm aloud to!" I'm smiling when I'm done with the sentence. Husband, not fiancé.
Peeta's my husband. My last name is Mellark.
I bite my lip, blushing, my eyebrows raised in happiness.
"Aw!" Annie says.
I start crying, burying my head into my hands.
"Those better be happy tears." Mom says.
"Of course they're happy tears!" I burst.
"I know it's a lot to comprehend." Mom says, rubbing my back.
I'm really showing now. I mean, I was really showing before, but now I'm showing more, especially since I know the baby is in there.
"But it's okay-" I cut her off with a loud gasp, sitting up, my hands flying to my stomach, my eyes wide.
"Oh my god!" I say breathlessly.
"What! What's wrong?" Mom asks, frantic.
I keep my hands on my stomach.
Yes! I was right! The baby moved!
"Katniss what's wrong!" Mrs. Mellark says.
I grab my mom's hand and press it to my stomach.
She stays silent, everyone's faces filled with worry.
Did the baby move? He doesn't move again.
Peeta has himself convinced the baby's a girl, but I think it's a boy.
Did I just imagine it.
The limo stops and we all look out the window.
We're here.
"Your mascaras running and you're crying." Mom says.
Did I imagine it?
Mom moves her hand and I put mine where he's just was.
He moves.
I burst out of the car.
Peeta's talking with the guys.
The girls get out behind me, all worried.
I walk right over to Peeta, the guys resuming their conversations with the girls.
"What's wrong? What happened?" He asks frantically.
In answer, I grab his hand and press it to my stomach.
He furrows his eyebrows in confusion.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
The baby kicks and he gasps.
"Oh my god!" He says. "She moved!" He says.
I nod excitedly.
"But why were you crying?" He asks worriedly.
"Because I'm so happy." I whisper, biting my lip and bouncing on the balls of my feet.
He kisses me gently and I tangle my fingers in his hair, because I love his curls so much.
We begin to make out frantically.
"Hence the reason you didn't get to be together in the limo!" Rye says.
He both pull apart and flick him off, sticking our tongues out. Jo takes a picture and we both start laughing.
"Katniss, come here," Mom says.
"No," I say.
She grabs my hand and pulls me away anyways, inside.
She takes me right to the women's bathroom and starts scrubbing all the makeup off my face, all the girls joining us.
She thrusts a white dress that's lace at the bottom and just simple white at the top into my hands with a thong.
"No bra," she says, unzipping me and then ushering me into the bathroom stall.
I slip out of the wedding dress, changing into the thong, pulling the bra off my aching boobs.
I slide the dress on, grab my bra and underwear and walk out of the stall.
Annie and Jo go in and bag my wedding dress.
Mom opens a bag for my bra and underwear while Prim zips me up.
I take off the silver heels and put on white ones.
Mom start to take the diamond out of my hair, handing them to Mrs. Mellark.
She undoes the braids and then runs her fingers through the extremely curly hair.
She looks down at her phone.
"Okay, let's go." She adjusts my hair and points to the girl.
I walk out, all natural. My hair is down and curly and I have not a spot of makeup on.
Peeta's in a simple blue button down shirt and black slacks. He still looks so sexy.
Every time we touch, by Cascada is on.
He's talking, so he doesn't see me.
I raise my eyebrows when I see that the "amazing DJ" Mom and Mrs. Mellark got, is Rye and Graham.
Oh this should be fun.
The guys all fall silent and Jared cuts off his conversation with Peeta.
He says something and Peeta turns around, his eyebrows raising and his eyes widening.
I blush and look down.
The girls scatter, and the next time I look up, it's because he's standing right in front of me.
"You look flawless," he whispers.
"First dance!" Rye says. "Kat, Peet, go to the dance floor."
"What a wonderful DJ," I whisper. Peeta snickers and takes my hand, pulling me to the middle of the dance floor.
They start the song and I gasp.
Peeta grins and pulls me against him.
It's Love song, by P!nk.

I've never written a love song
That didn't end in tears
Maybe you'll rewrite my love song
If you can replace my fears
I need your patience and guidance
And all your lovin' and more
When thunder rolls through my life
Will you be able to weather the storm?
There's so much I would give ya, baby

I place my hands awkwardly on his shoulders.
"You know I don't have any clue how to dance, right?" I ask.
He laughs and moves my hands so they're around his neck.
"Now just let me guide you," he whispers.
"I think the baby has already picked favoritism," I whisper to Peeta, making sure to keep my voice extra low.
"And why's that?" He asks gently.
"Well..." I whisper. "When I felt him kick, I put my hand on my belly and he kicked. I freaked out and put my moms hand to my belly and he didn't kick, then he kicked for me again, and then you." I say. "So I think he only likes both of us." He snickers.
"You mean she?" He asks.
I glare at him, annoyed.
He laughs gently.
"I love it when you're angry," he says. "You're so adorable," he adds softly. "But she likes mommy and daddy," he adds.
"He," I correct.
"She," he says. I huff and he laughs and kisses my lips gently. "I'm only playing, baby." He whispers sweetly.
He spins me around at the right time and then pulls me flush against him, me clinging to him, gasping.
"How did you learn to do that?" I ask.
"I used to watch a ton of movies." He whispers.
"Oh...well I can't dance, simply because I didn't ever have anyone to teach me." I say, gasping as he dips me and then spins me around again.
"Okay, you're making me nauseous." I say. He laughs.
"Okay, I'll stop." He gives me a loving kiss and continues to lead the way through the dance moves. "Oh, and Katniss?" He whispers, his lips connecting with my neck for a moment.
"Hmm?" I moan.
He laughs quietly.
"You have me to teach you to dance." He murmurs.

This is my very first love song
That didn't end in tears
I think you re-wrote my love song
For the rest of my years
I will love you for the rest of my life

"Okay, now...we have a video." Rye says. "So go sit down,"
Everyone moves around to get a seat, all of them purposely leaving one seat left.
I roll my eyes and allow Peeta to pull me down to his lap.
Haymitch pulls down a board from the ceiling and presses a button on an overhead.
"I have a feeling this is going to be extremely embarrassing," I whisper in Peeta's ear.
"You just read my mind," he whispers back.
Music starts playing. "Katniss and Peeta, age 0-6" the board reads.
"Oh god," I whine.
The first picture is a picture of Peeta, red and naked, still attached to the umbilical cord.
I laugh and Peeta moans and buries his head in my back.
He looks up for the next picture, which is me, looking exactly the same. My face heats up.
The next picture is me in a onesie, still in the hospital, and then Peeta sitting in my Mom's lap, Mrs. Mellark sitting in the bed in front of her. We're staring at one another.
The next picture causes me to bury my head in my hands, blushing like crazy.
Both of us are in Mrs. Mellark's lap. Me however...I'm sleeping with my head on Peeta's shoulder, holding his hand.
Peeta snickers and rubs my back.
Then the next picture, isn't a picture, it's a video, and both of us are at least a year old.
They all look at us for a second and then press play.
We're arguing over a toy, both of us screaming gibberish that nobody can understand.
Eventually, I shove Peeta and take off down the hallway with the toy.
"Jesus Katniss!" Rye says, the entire room laughing.
The video is still playing though.
Peeta is now crying as he chases after me.
I start to crawl up the stairs.
"John where's the gate!" My mom shouts in the background, running forward and grabbing me.
"It's in the garage," my father calls.
"Well get off your ass and get it!" Mom calls.
"Ass?" Baby me asks.
Everyone's jaws drop.
"No way!" Mrs. Mellark says in the background. "Katniss's first word!"
"You just taught our eleven month old the word ass?" Dad demands, coming in with the gate.
Mom sets me down and then runs upstairs, crying.
We're all hysterically laughing.
"You taught me to say ass?" I call to my mom.
"I didn't mean to!" She says defensively.
Peeta's hysterical.
The video stops and the thing changes to me at my first birthday party.
My entire face is covered in cake and I'm screaming.
Then the picture changes to me eating the cake with it all over my face.
The next picture is a video, to which Haymitch presses play.
It's Peeta's second birthday and we're at the park.
He's staring at the cake. But then I sneak up behind him, shove his face into his, take a handful and run off. You can hear all of Peeta's family's laughter in the background.
"Katniss!" Mother scolds, running after me. She begins to scold me and I start screaming.
We all see Peeta look at me, and then actual concern shows in his eyes as he climbs down from the bench and walks over to me.
"Whatsamatter?" He asks in a baby voice, raising his hands in the air and dropping them. He still has cake all over his face.
I stare at him through my tears for a long time and then swipe my finger across his cheek, bringing it to my lips. I giggle and Peeta hugs me.
"No cry!" He says.
The video ends and I'm actually crying again. I turn to Peeta.
"Even back at two years old you were so nice to me!" I say.
He smiles and wipes my tears.
"Of course I was!" He says.
The next slide is a video. I see Mom, Mrs. Mellark and all the other adults smirking at us.
Haymitch presses play. We're three years old now.
"Want?" Peeta asks in his baby voice, holding a toy out to me.
I gasp and take the toy.
Both me and Peeta's jaws drop at what happens next.
I hug him and then pull away and kiss him...right on the lips.
"Oh my god!" I say.
"Pause it!" Mom calls.
Haymitch pauses the slideshow and Mom walks up onto the stage.
"Here we go," I say under my breath. Both Peeta and I know what's coming.
"This is what started our theory that you two were going to get married." Mom says. "And we teased you guys about it but I'm serious when I say we all didn't think it was gonna happen." She explains. "Actually, we were all terrified you two were gonna break up and your relationship would be destroyed. But the day you two come home and a ring was on Katniss' finger...I don't know. We were kind of terrified you guys would call it off." She adds. "But now..." She starts crying. "You two are...just so perfect for each other! I am so happy for you guys!" She walks off the stage, in a mess of tears.
"Well they're supportive," I grumble.
We finish the slideshow, have dinner and then listen to music, a ton of people dancing.
I'm tired though, and I don't feel like dancing.
Peeta sits across from me, playing with my hand.
"Dance with me?" He asks when a slow song comes on.
I don't want to deny him anything.
"Okay," I say, standing up.
I allow him to pull me to the dance floor.
I wrap my arms around his neck, resting my head on his chest.
I can't wait to take him home and rip his clothes off.
He pulls me against his, gliding us effortlessly across the dance floor, everyone around us.
"Can I?" Finn asks.
I lift my head.
Peeta nods and releases me.
"Don't get too attached now," he says. Finn laughs.
"No promises," he teases.
Peeta kisses my cheek and then walks off.
"I can't dance," I warn Finn as I wrap my arms around his neck.
"Me either," he grins and moves around awkwardly.
We're quiet for a bit.
"I can't believe your married," he whispers.
"Me either," I say.
"What's it feel like?" He asks.
I think for a long time.
"I can't explain it. It's incredible." I say.
When the song ends, I go back to Peeta.
"Dance again?" He asks hopefully.
I let out a puff of hair and nod, sighing and standing up.
He pauses and sits back down, tugging me onto his lap.
"Never mind," he says.
"Why not?" I really, really don't want to dance. I'm exhausted an my back hurts, but he wants to dance so I'm going to dance.
I stand up.
"Let's go dance," I say.
"Katniss you're exhausted," he says.
"No I'm not," I say.
He rolls his eyes.
"Yes you are, and your back hurts." He says.
I frown.
"No it's doesn't," I lie.
He stands up.
"Yes it does. Your lying because you want me to be happy. Well I'm not happy with you in pain, so let's just sit here." He says, tugging my hand and then pulling a chair up so I'm sitting directly in front of him.
He's thinking hard about something, but to be honest, I am too.
He plays with my hands for a long time.
"What would you do..." He begins. "If I told you I was thinking about teaching art at the high school...?" He asks. "I already have a teacher degree." He adds carefully. I grin slowly starts to spread across my lips.
"You have no idea how creepy that is." I say excitedly.
"What's creepy?" He asks.
I move closer to him and take his hands, kissing him fiercely, pulling away before we both can't stop.
"That you just read my mind," I say breathlessly.
"We can talk about his later," he says, kissing me hungrily again.
I moan quietly and force myself away.
"If you don't stop..." I warn breathlessly. "Then I won't be able to. I want to rip your clothes off right now."
"When the fuck is this thing over?" He asks angrily, breathlessly, looking around.
I start to look around too and then get up and march across the dance floor, to my mother on the other side, who is talking with Mrs. Mellark.
"Mom!" I interrupt loudly. Both of them look up and then they both smile.
"Yes dear?" Mom asks sweetly.
"When the hell is this thing over?" I demand.
"Why? Are you not enjoying yourself?" Mom asks frantically.
"It's not that," I say, lowering my voice.
"Then what is it, dear?" Mrs. Mellark asks.
I fidget for a moment.
"I'm tired of waiting..." I say quietly.
"Waiting for what?" Mom asks.
I fidget some more.
"Waiting to get Peeta's clothes off!" I whisper hoarsely.
They both stare at me for a moment and then burst out laughing.
"We still have another hour." Mrs. Mellark says.
"An hour!" I burst loudly, lowering my voice when people near us look at us.
"Yes, an hour." Mom says through hysterical laughter.
"Give me the fucking key to the bathroom so I can lock the door." I say.
They laugh harder.
I huff and spin on my heel, storming back to Peeta and throwing myself down in my chair.
He's talking with Jared and his girlfriend, Jordan.
I don't intrude, instead I walk over to Audrey and Madison, who are sitting in a corner, playing patty cake.
"Katnus!" Audrey squeals.
I smile and sit down next to them, sitting on my feet so I'm not flashing anybody.
I feel my baby squirm.
"Hi girls," I say, running one hand through Audrey's blond curls and one through Maddie's brown curls.
My baby squirms again.
"You wanna feel something weird?" I ask.
They both nod, their mouth in O's. they're so adorable.
I take Audrey's hand and press it to my stomach.
We wait a bit and then the baby squirms and Audrey screams and rips her hand away.
"What was that!" She asks, crying.
I laugh and open my arms, which so climbs into.
"That was a baby," I say.
"In your tummy?" She whimpers.
I wipe her tears, not caring that almost everyone is watching us silently.
"Yes. And in six months, that baby will be outside me tummy." I say.
"Lemme feel!" Madison says excitedly.
I grab her hand and press it to my stomach.
We all wait, Audrey's hand on my belly again, along with Madison's.
the baby remains still.
I press my hand to my belly, one on top of Maddie's and the other on top of Audrey's.
We wait some more and then I feel the baby kick me in the stomach and they both gasp.
"Can I talk to the baby? Can the baby hear me?"
I think almost everyone is watching us now, all smiling.
"You can talk to the baby if you wanna." I say.
Audrey grins and moves, whispers something.
I smile, not really caring everyone is watching us.
She moves away and then Madison start to whisper.
I watch them. They're so cute.
"What'd you say?" I whisper when she's done.
"I said that I'm gonna give him tons of cookies and ice cream and he's gonna play with me and we're gonna be best friends." Audrey says.
"I said that I'm gonna give him chips and milkshakes and he's going to be me and Audrey's slave and he's gonna clean my room for me, just like I do for Ethan!" Maddie says.
Aunt Annabella rounds on Ethan.
"Your letting your four year old sister clean your room for her!" She says. Then Aunt Annabella and Uncle Bryon start to scold him.
"But doesn't the baby have his own room to clean?" I ask. "Do you like cleaning Ethan's room?" I ask.
"No but Ethan says if I don't clean his room he's gonna tell Mommy and Daddy that I ate the last cookie!" They round on Ethan again.
"But don't you have to clean your own room? Why would you want to clean up someone else's mess?" I ask gently. She frowns.
"Because I don't want to get in trouble for taking the last cookie!" She whispers.
"Honey, I don't think you're gonna get in trouble for taking the last cookie." I say, smiling.
"Really?" She asks hopefully.
"Really, just don't do it again." I say. She nods.
"Okay! I won't! I promise!" She says excitedly.
I laugh gently and kiss her head.
"Katnus?" Audrey asks. I look up at her. "Is the baby going to be like me, or like Ethan?" She asks.
I'm confused at what she means for a second, but then it clicks.
"We don't know yet. I think it's gonna be a boy-"
"But it's not. It's gonna be a girl." Peeta interjects, sitting down next to me.
"He thinks it's gonna be a girl." I say.
"I know it's gonna be a girl." He says.
"But I still think it's going to be a boy." I say, irritation edged into my voice.
"Nope, nope, nope. It's gonna be a girl. I just know it." He says.
"Well I think it's gonna be a boy!" Audrey says.
"Me too!" Maddie agrees excitedly.
"Ha!" I say. Peeta rolls his eyes.
"It's gonna be hilarious when you're wrong." He says.
"Oh, I won't be wrong." I say.
We begin to bicker over the sex of the baby again. My anger quickly soars and I eventually stop answering him.
Audrey and Madison awkwardly get up and walk away.
Peeta stands up and holds his hand out to me. I debate not taking it, but this is our wedding night and I'm not gonna fuck it up, so I take it and allow him to pull me up.
"Listen," he says when the music starts back up. "I still want a boy just as much as I want a girl, but I just think it's a girl. Please just...don't let this ruin tonight." He begs.
I sigh and kiss him and then hug him.
"Nothing is going to ruin tonight," I whisper into his neck.
"Good," he whispers, placing soft kisses on my neck.
He sigh quietly.
"I love you," I whisper.
"I love you too," he murmurs.
"Hey, we've only got this place for five more minutes, so let's finish this up with two more slow songs." Graham says.
Peeta looks at me hopefully and I nod.
He grins and takes my hand, pulling me to the dance floor.
I wrap my arms around his neck and allow him to glide me all around.
The baby starts kicking the crap out of both of us, and we both grin.
"You have no idea how weird that feels." I whisper.
He laughs gently.
"So...what happens now?" He asks after a moment.
"With what?" I ask.
"Us. What do we do? We're married now." He says.
I pull away from his neck.
"Well first..." I whisper. "Start off with removing this..." I fiddle with his tie. "And this." I tug his shirt. "And then maybe this," I look down at my dress. "And then everything else on our bodies." I say. His eyes immediately go dark. I'm still fiddling with his tie. "And then..." I think for a moment. "We do that a ton of more times." He laughs. "And then we should probably go to the doctors for our mini us." He smiles gently. "And then we should talk about that teaching thing." I say.
He's silent for a moment, moving us around the dance floor easily.
"Can I ask you something?" He asks nervously. I nod. "Do you even want a girl? Like...if we had a girl...would you even love her?" He asks nervously.
"Of course. You know, it's like you said. I still want a girl just as much as I want a girl, but I think it's a boy." I say. He sighs.
"Good...I just thought..." He trails off. "Never mind,"
"No, what were you gonna say?" He knows I hate when people do that. They start to say something and then cut off. It's so irritating.
He sighs.
"I was nervous that...if we had a girl...you'd leave me and her alone..." He says. "But then I realized you would never do that." He adds very quickly. He still needs reassurance.
I lean in and lock our lips, kissing him heavily.
I pull away after a minute or two.
"I will never leave, cross my heart." I whisper breathlessly.
"I know," he whispers.
The first song ends, and we go into the second one.
He spins me around and then pulls me back into his chest.
"Actually, we only have the DJ station for a minute or so more, we still have the place itself for another hour." Rye corrects himself.
"I'm about ready to just take you into the fucking bathroom and-" I begin loudly, angry.
"Shhh!" Peeta shushes me hurriedly. "You're going to kill me!"
I roll my eyes and kiss him again, hungrily. He pulls away.
"Stop!" He hisses under his breath.
"Why?" I ask, kissing him again.
He pulls away again.
"Because your killing me and I want so badly to take off this dress in the middle of this dance floor and-"
"Okay, time for speeches." Rye says.
I let go of Peeta, allowing him to pull me to a table.
We sit down, everyone that's immediate family around us. Meaning Mom and Prim, Mrs. Mellark, Mr. Mellark, Rye and Graham.
I sigh and rest my head on the table. My back is absolutely killing me.
Peeta starts to rub the spot he knows hurts.
I hear the loud clearing of the throat in a microphone and I force myself to sit up. It's Prim.
"Well mom said she already said everything she had to say earlier, so I guess it's my turn." She says shyly. Prim has stage freight. She hates being center of attention at all. Did I mention she was held back anyways? She's still a senior in high school, and they're holding her back again. She's going through a tough time and I feel bad for her. "Well...I honestly have no clue what to say. I guess...you two are the most perfect for each other. It's adorable sometimes, but other times its annoying. Sure, you've been through some really, really rough patches, but what amazes me is you guys always manage to pull through. And I'm just gonna say this; almost all of us in this room has seen what you two are like without one another, and we all know what you two would probably end up doing if you broke up...so don't break up. And if you do, we're going to force you back together anyways."
How positive.
"So uh...yeah," she walks off the stage, sitting down awkwardly in her seat.
Rye hops up and walks to the stage.
"I'll start off by saying I'm a bit jealous of my baby bro for getting such a hot wife." He begins. Both Peeta and I roll our eyes. "But I respect that. Sure, sometimes I may piss both of you off, Katniss especially, but it's because I love you. Peeta, you're my little brother and I feel it's my job to piss you off. And same with you, Kat. Your my sister now, not that you weren't before. I can promise you that the taunting will only get worse. And when the baby GIRL is born, I say that she gets spoiled so bad that she can't possibly get put down, because she grew up so happy, getting whatever she wants whenever she wants it." Rye says.
"Boy!" Graham calls.
"Yeah! It's a boy!" I call.
"Here we go," Peeta says under his breath.
The three of us start to bicker, cutting off suddenly when Mr. Mellark slams his fist down on the table, shooting me, Rye and Graham a warning look.
I huff and cross my arms, sitting back.
"Well that's all I have to say." Rye says shortly, going back to his seat and then cross his arms, glaring at me. I glare right back.
Peeta tugs my hand.
"Stop," he says gently.
I sigh loudly and look at him.
"Stop," he repeats, kissing me gently.
When he pulls away, I sigh.
"Your right," I whisper, only audible to him. "I'm sorry,"
"It's okay," he says softly.
Graham gets up.
"I have no clue what I'm supposed to say." He says. "But actually...this whole sex of the baby thing is getting intense. I wanna make a bet." He says.
For some reason, I get pissed.
My child is not something you can just bet on like a fucking horse race.
"No!" I burst, pissed. "It's a baby! Not some horse race you can just bet on!"
Everyone falls silent.
"Oh come on! The baby will never have to know." Graham argues.
"No. You're not betting on the baby." Peeta says, standing up.
"Why! It's not even going to know!" He says.
It.
Oh hell no.
My eyes go black and my expression hardens.
"It?" I ask.
"She's pissed!" Justice hisses.
"Uh..." Graham asks, terrified.
"Did you just call the baby 'it?'." I snarl.
"I...uh-" Graham coughs. "The baby..." He stutters.
Oh how bad I want to cut him up and-
Peeta grabs my hand and I look up at him. His eyes are begging me to drop it for now. I hesitate and then sigh loudly.
"Your off the hook." I say. Relief floods his face. "For now. But I will get you back." I say.
I throw myself back in my chair and remain silent.
"Well uh..." He struggles to remain his though process. "What Rye said." He goes back to his seat.
Mrs. And Mr. Mellark get up.
"Well...I personally don't care the sex of the baby, as long at the child," Mrs. Mellark pointedly makes sure not to call the baby 'it' "is healthy and happy," she says.
"Me too," Mr. Mellark pitches in.
I throw my hands onto the table and then let them slam down onto my lap.
"Thank you, at least someone agrees with me." I mutter.
"Hey! What about me?" Peeta asks. I roll my eyes.
"I know you agree with me." I say.
He laughs.
We sit silently as everyone finishes their speeches.
Peeta kisses my head and gets up.
I want him to stay with me! Where is he going!
He walks onto the stage and I realize what he's doing.
"Katniss...there's honestly so much I could say. Like how beautiful you look right now." He begins.
I blush. Oh Peeta, when are you not charming?
"Or how much I love your eyes." He adds. "But I think the most important is how much I love you. If you waited till dark on a clear night and counted all the starts and then multiplied that by Infiniti...well...that wouldn't even be close." Everyone looks in awe at his way with words, but to me, us, that means so much more. That's what I told him the day I came home from being taken when he asked how much I love him. I sniff. Yes, I am crying again. "And I honestly can't tell you how..." He pauses, searching for the correct word. "Jubilant I am that I get to spend the rest of my life with you." He says. He looks like he's done, so I fly out of my chair and right onto the stage, into his arms.
The audience breaks into cheers and he spins me around, our lips never parting until I start to get nauseous and I pull away, him immediately setting me down. Of course I'm crying.
He wipes my tears.
"Oh my god!" I whisper. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" I say repeatedly.
He waits till I'm done speaking to hop of the stage, lifting me off instead if letting me use the stairs.
I guess that's it?
People bid us congratulations and then leave, some of them family members.
Allison walks over to me.
"Come here, I have to talk to you." She grabs my arm and Peeta's arm and pulls us to the family bathroom.
"What?" I demand.
"Listen..." She says. "How would you like it if I was your nurse for the baby, and I did the delivery?" She asks. I raise my eyebrows.
"Seriously?" I ask. I would like it much better if I knew my nurse and knew I could trust them, like I can with Allison.
"Yeah," she says.
I look at Peeta and he shrugs.
"You're the one pregnant." He says.
Which means he's cool with whatever.
"Okay," I say.
"But there's one problem." She says. "You're gonna have to come to me once a month till your eight months. I'll come to you and stay with you...if that's okay, till you have the baby." She says.
"Where are we going to go if we have to come to you?" I ask nervously, even though I already know the answer.
"You already know," she says.
I have to go to the hospital I stayed at for four months, in New York. I swallow nervously and look at Peeta. He reassures me with his eyes.
"Okay," I say.
"Do you want to just keep it the eleventh?" She asks. I nod. "But come to me sometime this month though, I'm there every day except for Christmas and Christmas Eve. Just call and I'll make sure everything ready." She says.
"Okay..." I say.
She pats my shoulder and walks out.
Well I've just hit another bump in the road, haven't I?