Ch 4

AN HEY so. Just sos you know, im actually not much of a fan of HG or this pairing myself( no offense, HG fans and Everlark shippers). Its just ive been interested in the topic (for unknown reasons)So you i hope you enjoy ch 4 because i still LIKE HG at least and im working hard on this fic. Please enjoy, and reviews are encouraged. Ahem. Hint.

"Annie!Johanna!" It's March 26th and Johanna and Annie have insisted they come for the wedding to micromanage every aspect of bridal , we've all visited one another often, and are good friends. Johanna has lost her edge (at least, partially), and Annie is mostly recovered. Annie says Johanna doesn't have a boyfriend, but she has a cat,and apparently, that's enough for her.

Annie squeals as we embrace and her son Nicolas rolls his eyes. Johanna looks at him and roll her eyes too as I force her to hug chatter about everything and nothing as we walk home. Annie has decided that we're going to have the best of the best for the wedding, and that means a trip to the Capitol. This includes dresses, so I've invited my best friend Emily to help us pick out dresses. She's just the same about all the wedding plans, and as we walk in the door, she drops a stack of magazines and catalogues onto the coffee table. "Emily! Come meet everyone!' She rushes towards us and air-kisses our cheeks. She pulls us to the couch, where we can view the magazines. Her favourites lay on top;Emily is very organized. Also, very enthusiastic. We make a good pair. She picks up the top magazine, which is covered with pink flowers and a lacy gown. Flipping it to a marked page, she begins exclaiming.

" I was definitely thinking a pink and lime green colour scheme; what do you guys think?"Johanna responds first.

"I think purple, instead of pink, would be better." All of us agree enthusiastically. Nicolas sighs and wanders over to where Peeta has left paper and pens and starts to doodle. I select a catalogue, as do all of us, and sort through bridesmaid dresses. I find a draping, soft green dress with a flowing shoulder strap. Annie selects a pleated purple one with flaired, elbow length sleeves, Johanna a long, slightly Gothic looking purple gown, and Emily chooses a puffy skirted frock with off-shoulder sleeves.

"We have to narrow it down to two. We cant have everyone wearing a different dress." I tell the end, we select the draped green one that I chose and the purple pleated one that Annie chose. We will place orders, but Emily has drilled it into my head that I must go to the actual store to buy my gown, and I can't refuse her. Everyone else agrees. Emily informs me that she had the foresight to book train tickets and hotel room to and in the Capitol, so I have absolutely nothing to worry about. Annie also talked to Peeta, and he says he is happy to look after Nicolas. He loves children.

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I'm throwing up again and I feel disgusting since some of the vomit splashes into my hair. I figured the morning sickness would lay off after a few weeks, but apparently, nature has other plans. I cough and retch a bit more, then rinse out my mouth and brush my teeth. I've hardly been feeling up to hunting lately,but I'm getting sick (literally) os staying at home all the time. I consider leaving the house, and decide that I should go visit Peeta at the bakery, and maybe go out with Emily. I wander down the stairs and make some tea,put it in a cup, and head out the door. The May weather is pleasantly warm and I wander through town and window shop, finding myself drawn to the children's clothing store. I am hit with the reality that I will have an excuse to enter this shop, soon. I force myself to walk on to the bakery.

Peeta's place of work is in a plaza of shops, not to far from the children's clothing store. People are drawn to the soft red awning and the smell of delicious bread baking. Peeta employs two assistants, one of whom is actually Emily's niece. As i approach, I see that Emily is there visiting her."Emily!"

"Katniss!" She beams, pulling me through the door and towards the park.

" I haven't seen you much, Katniss. You haven't been hunting very much." I'm going to tell her.

"I've been...busy..."

"With what?"

"My...pregnancy..." She squeals.