As soon as the doors closed she started talking.
"Ugh! My stylist is an idiot! District seven! Lumber!" I couldn't help but look at her, she had a much better body than me, and was skinnier too, but that could be due to the fact that I'm eight months pregnant and she's not. She moved her hair to one side and turned her back to Peeta.
"Unzip me," she said to him. He looked over at me and I just stood there, disgusted. He actually was doing it. She took off her outfit and stood there smiling. Completely naked. Yeah, I can understand in front of Peeta and me, but Haymitch was in here. Finally we got to her floor and she got out. "That was fun! Have to do it again sometime."
"Thank you," Haymitch called after her. He turned back to us, "Johanna Mason, District seven." I just nodded and leaned against Peeta.
"You tired," he whispered in my ear, letting his lips brush against it.
"All the time," I mumbled back. Once we got to our floor dinner was already waiting for us on the table. Luckily we had my favorite. I sat down as soon as I saw it and started eating.
"Good manners sweetheart, Effie would only be a little appalled," Haymitch half laughed sitting down across from me. Peeta took his seat next to me and scooted his chair closer.
"I'm eating for two! What's your excuse?"
"Who's eating for two, Katniss," Effie said walking in. Better now than ever, right?
"Me," I answered her.
"I'm not feeling up to eating so I asked her to eat enough for me too. So she's basically eating for two people," I looked over at Peeta and glared. I think Haymitch was thinking the same thing as me, is he ever going to tell her? I felt Peeta's arm slide around my shoulder then so I put my hand on his thigh.
We stayed like this with some small talk being exchanged, no one was really talkative tonight though. Peeta had already tensed up beside me from where I laid my hand. I got bored and started rubbing his thigh. I didn't see what his face looked like but it must have looked off because next thing I know Effie was asking him if he was okay.
"I- uh- I'm just kinda tired, if you'd please excuse me," he stood up making sure to turn away from the table first and walked off to his room. That just left the three of us.
"I think I should go check on him, something seems like it's bothering him," Effie said starting to stand up.
"No! He's fine, just worried about what will happen with the games. I mean we made it out once and the capitol hates us, well me anyway. He thinks for sure Snow did this to kill me," I bit down on my tongue to keep from saying anything else, I wasn't good at lying on the spot like Peeta.
"Katniss, what is going on?"
"Nothing," I looked down trying to seem convincing.
"Katniss! Something is going on and you better tell me what it is! With the amount of time Peeta and you have been spending together if I didn't know better I'd say he knocked you up!"
"Effie chill. They just are trying to get married before the games, because let's be honest, how are the odds in their favor of them both surviving this again?"
"Is that true Katniss," she looked me dead in the eyes. A simple word is all it takes, yet its hard to force it out.
"Y-y-yes," I stutter out.
"Well then, I can see what I can arrange," with that she walked off.
"Thank you Haymitch," I say standing up.
"You're welcome, but he better tell her."
"He will," I got up and walked into Peeta's room.
"Hey," he was laying on his bed smiling.
"Hey," I walked over and laid beside him.
"Thanks for that Katniss, did they catch on?"
"Effie most defiantly not, Haymitch more than likely did."
"Great," he rolled his eyes and blushed a little.
"Peeta, it's a normal reaction and you're a guy, it really doesn't matter."
"Easy for you to say, what if you were sitting there and got your period then had to stand up and walk to your room hoping they don't see? Huh?"
"Well then I would look at you and tell you to help, because I'd be having a miscarriage," I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Okay so not funny," he glared at me.
"I'm sorry Peeta," I sat up and pulled off my top before laying next to him again, "Want to feel our baby, it's been kicking me all day." I took his hand and placed it on my stomach. I think he felt it because he started smiling.
"I wish we knew what it was, then we could think of names," he said thoughtfully.
"We still can, if it's a girl, Primrose Rue Mellark. If it's a boy..."
"I'd word that name very carefully," he looked at me.
"Gale Rye Mellark."
"Why not Cinna Rye Mellark?"
"Fine, Gale Cinna Rye Mellark," I smiled at him, "Happy now?"
"Why does Gale have to be honored with the names?"
"He's my best friend Peeta. It's only fair."
"Is he going to be the godfather too," he said a little harsh.
"Shut up Mellark," I leaned in and kissed him, moving his hand over a certain place on my stomach.
"Why did you move my hand?"
"You feel that?"
"Yeah?"
"That's where the heart is," I smiled and him and he kissed me again softly.
"Where the heart is," he repeated.