He is so happy. His grin radiates like the sunshine, and it's infectious. I'm 3 months pregnant. And he tells me daily how beautiful I look. I smile because the way he shyly compliments me hasn't changed. I keep waiting for that moment when I regret all this, but it doesn't come. Peeta wants a child so bad, and so do I. I really do. Yes, I guess I'm going crazy. I never expected any of this. I remember how I once was. Never wanting a husband, children, or a family in general, besides Prim and my mother. Simply shutting people out.
Peeta likes to kneel down and talk to the baby. He will talk about how his day has been, and how excited he and I are to meet them. I was told that I'd be more emotional during my pregnancy, but I never expected my moods to be swinging as much as they are. Before I know it, I'm crying because I love him and the baby.
He has me encased in his arms, and I rest my head on his chest. ''This is beautiful,' I choke out, but he stops my words with his lips. Neither one of us wants to break away. We stand and hold each other. Peeta whispers quietly, ''I love you. Thank you, thank you for this.''
