AN SO ive been really busy with vacation lately and im doing a music workshop for this week so i'm still busy, but i felt like i needed to update. Also, not to get pity or whatever, but all the chapters of this fic that i already had written got deleted. so. Anyway, please enjoy reading, forgive me for the badness of this fic,and all grammar errors, since i am careless and obviously dont spend enough time editing. This brings me to the subject of my beta, or lack thereof. I need one. PM me?Please. Bye!
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When we get off the train in the Capitol, I'm shocked by how different it looks. Since the rebellion, most of the candy coloured buildings have been destroyed or taken down, replaced with plain silver glass, grey stone, and brown bricks. The hotel that we're staying at is one of the few fancy buildings remaining. As I step off the train platform, I see creamy marble, gold gilt, and shimmering crystal, and, as we enter, rich velvet and, of course, mahogany. Emily is squealing, pointing out every painting and flower vase.
" I got two rooms, Katniss, one for us and one for Annie and Johanna. I was thinking everyone could come to our room to get ready for dinner later." says Emily. I tell Emily to lead the way, and we walk on, arriving at room number 253. This must be a very large hotel, since I see even more rooms down the hall, and I'm briefly guilty because it must have cost Emily a lot to take us here,but I remember that she insisted. Still, I feel like I'll have to pay her back somehow.
Our room is beautiful, and enormous. The walls are green damask, matching the hangings on the two beds, which are dripping with velvet and silk. The carpets are lush, and there are potted trees, rose bushes, and small, raised flower beds on the balcony. Along with the green furnishings, it reminds me of the forest, and I feel more comfortable here. Emily drops our suitcases and pulls out the dress she insisted I purchase. Johanna enters our room, already dresses in a questionable black dress and spiked heels.
"Annie is taking forever getting dressed. I don't even know what she's doing in there. Ugh." she complains as she throws herself onto an ottoman and her shoes at the wall.
"Johanna! That wallpaper is VELVET!" shrieks Emily, and I privately laugh, thinking of Effie. My blonde friend thrusts my grey, lacy, gown at me and I wander to the gargantuan, shiny, and luxurious bathroom to change.
The restaurant we're in looks beautiful, all windows and pink blossoms.. Apparently, this restaurant serves Chinese food. Ever since Snow's death and the democratic reconfiguring of Panem, other countries, the existence of which I was previously unaware,have been more comfortable with trading and visiting our own country. The waitress who serves us has shiny black hair and speaks in a soft, accented voice. She herself is an indication of our country's continued peace.
The names of the dishes we order have such strange names that I hardly know what to order. Johanna picks something for all of us, and when I try my food, it's strange, but actually tastes good; some kind of steamed dough surrounding pork and cabbage. Not that I would complain if I didn't like it; I would never refuse to eat perfectly good food. I should tell Peeta about this Chinese dough; he would be interested.
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" Tell me everything. How long have you been pregnant? What are you going to name the baby? Is it a girl or a boy? Can we go shopping for baby clothes? Will yo-"
" Slow down, Em. It hasn't even been born yet. I don't have any names for it."
" Well, you can't keep calling the child "it". Here. Think if you want a boy or a girl, then think of a name for it, just so you don't have to say "it"."
I haven't even thought about it, but now that the thought enters my brain, I'm reminded of Prim and I feel like I want a little girl, just like Prim when she was a child.
" I guess I want a girl..." I mutter.
" Oh, I just love baby girls! You could call her Holly, or Mable, or Petunia, or you want! This is so exciting!"
" I'll just call her Baby for now, Em." Emily and I are stationed in my sitting room. After I told her, I knew it would just be a torrent of questions. We've been sitting her for hours, discussing everything. There's just so much to discuss, and I feel like I'll never be prepared for this baby.
"Peeta?Are you awake?" It's night time, and I'm laying in bed, unable to sleep.
" I am now." he mutters
" I was wondering... would you paint the baby's room? When we decorate the room?"
" Katniss? Did you just wake me up at one am to ask if I would paint a room?"When he puts it that way, it does sound silly, but in my worried, stressed, mind, it is just another thing that I need done.
" Are...are you mad?"He sighs.
"Of course not, and of course I'll paint the don't worry yourself in the middle of the night over this sort of thing. You need rest."He kisses my head, and when I fall asleep, I'm too tired to even have nightmares.
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I stand in front of a gigantic, wall-sized mirror in a gown of Annie's selection. I still don't quite comprehend why I need such an extravagant dress which I'll only wear for one day in my life, but Annie never had this kind of wedding, and Emily wants me to fully embrace the new possibilities of a comfortable and free life. Aforementioned dress just isn't what I'm looking for;it has too much beading on the skirt and bodice, and the sleeves are too puffy. This is the eighth dress to not make the cut, and I feel picky and selfish. Shaking my head, I wander back to the racks. After another 15 minutes, I discover a soft ivory gown with an off shoulder neckline,flared skirt, and wrist-length,plain I even try it on, I know it's simplicity will be perfect. It's also much less expensive because it has so little embelishment.
Back in front of the mirror in my smooth chosen dress, I hear my friends make "aww" sounds as I turn the skirt. I love it; it's so different from the dress that Snow commissioned for me that I'm not even bothered. After requesting the gown from an employee, I am measured by a stranger and my size ordered. It will be shipped to District 12 when it is made. Now, we just need to visit another shop to test the sizes and styles of the bridesmaid dresses. It is more shopping, money spending, and pleasant time in the Capitol than I have ever experienced.
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AN Sorry, you have to listen to me again. I'm taking name suggestions for Katniss' baby, and if you want to hear more a bout a character/add a new one to the story, PM me or review with name of character !