"C'mon, Kat, time to get up!" Peeta coaxes.

"Shut up," I groan and throw a pillow at him. He just laughs.

"Seriously, Mrs. Mellark. I let you sleep an extra hour. Come on, let's take a shower," he pleads.

"Or you could just get back in bed?" I try.

He shakes his head.

"Not gonna work this morning, Kat. I won't be persuaded by your feminine wiles. We have a lot of people showing up today and we have to get the house ready," he reminds me.

"Ugh. So you're telling me you'd rather cook and clean than get into bed with your ready and willing wife? Sometimes I wonder if I'm really the woman in this marriage," I tease.

"Keep talking like that and I'll prove to you who's the man," he teases back.

"Promise?" I ask. "That is, after all, what I've been trying to get you to do."

"Nope. Sorry, Katniss. I'm giving you one last chance before I just pick you up and take you to the shower."

Actually, that doesn't sound half bad.

"Okay. Pick me up," I mumble. "But I need my kiss first."

He chuckles, and a couple seconds later, I feel his arms snake around me. His lips find mine and he gives me a long, sweet good morning kiss. He lifts me off the bed easily and walks into the bathroom, where the shower is already going and warm.

"Are you going to wash my hair?" I ask him quietly.

"Of course," he nods. "Don't I always?" I just shrug.

"Will you braid it too?" I ask like a little kid.

"Sure," he tells me sweetly. "You know I love braiding your hair." It's true. Ever since Prim and I taught him, he begs me to let him braid it. He does a great job, too.

"Speaking of hair, you need a haircut soon," I tell him as I run my fingers through his blonde locks. "I don't want our children to be afraid of you or anything," I joke.

"Hey, that's not nice," he says glumly. "But okay, I'll get a haircut."

"I'll do it for you tonight," I suggest.

"Okay," he smiles as he applies conditioner to my hair.

"When is everyone getting here?" I ask.

"I don't really know. Various times. They're coming on a few different trains," he explains.

"Why did we invite all of them again?" I complain.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mrs. Mellark. Are you forgetting that this was your idea? I'm just going along with it," he reminds.

"Shush," I put my finger to his lips. "I just wanted my friends close when the twins come. Is that so bad?"

"No, not at all. Don't you recall me telling you it was a great idea? Now you're all wishy washy about it."

"No, I'm just exhausted," I correct.

"Well maybe if someone didn't keep us up half the night screaming 'Oh Peeta, right there, right there', you wouldn't be so tired," he smirks.

"Excuse me, Mr. Mellark, but I didn't hear you complaining. In fact you were rather happy with the whole situation," I grin and point at him accusingly.

"You got me there," he admits. "I can't say it wasn't a spectacular evening."

"Good," I smile. "Besides, we need to get used to being tired for when the twins come."

"You're right," he sighs.

"Aren't I always?"

"No."

"What was that, Peeta?"

"I said of course, you're always right, honey," he amends.

"Good boy," I pinch his nose and give him a peck on the cheek.

I wash his stump and we dry each other off. We dress, and since I'm not leaving the house, I put on his sweats and one of his shirts again, and my wool socks.

"Come over here," he pats the bed. I sit on the edge.

"This time, don't spend a half hour just running your hands through it," I scold. "I'm hungry, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

He braids my hair quickly but carefully, and it looks good.

"Thanks, Peeta. Good job."

"You're welcome. Let's go eat."

We walk downstairs, and Prim is already in the kitchen cooking.

"Good morning you two! Peeta you finally got her out of bed?" She laughs.

I scowl at her, she just laughs harder.

"She made me physically pick her up and take her to the shower, she refused to get up on her own," Peeta tells her.

"Peeta!" I yell. "That's my little sister you're talking to."

"Really Katniss?" Prim says. "If I didn't know what caused you to get pregnant, I'm pretty sure I'd have figured it out one of the many times I came over and you two were locked up in your bedroom making….well….interesting sounds."

"Prim!" Peeta and I yell.

"What?" She looks at us innocently. "You guys are married," she shrugs, "and I'm not a little kid anymore."

"Guess not," I grumble. She chuckles. "Just feed me, Prim."

"Geez, someone's in a mood today," Prim says to nobody in particular.

I glare at her. She just waves me off and puts a plate of eggs in front of me.

"I stopped being scared of you a long time ago, Katniss. Besides, you really aren't that intimidating at nine months pregnant, you know?" She sits down to join us.

"I'd watch what you're saying," Peeta says from across the table. "She can be mighty intimidating when she wants," he shudders.

"Well that's your fault then," Prim points at him. We all laugh.

We eat breakfast, and they keep getting me to laugh throughout. By the end I'm in a much better mood, and am excited to see my friends.

Prim does the dishes while Peeta helps me into the living room.

"Can I get you anything?" He asks when I'm situated on the couch.

"Ice cream," I tell him seriously.

"Kat, you just had breakfast," he reminds me.

"So? I want ice cream," I say firmly. "Now, Peeta."

"Fine," he huffs, but I see a tiny grin on his face as he leaves to go to the kitchen. He returns after a minute with my carton of mint chocolate chip.

"Thanks honey," I say sweetly. "Want some?"

"No thanks," he shrugs. "Never really got in the whole ice cream at nine in the morning thing." We laugh.

We sit and talk as I eat my ice cream happily. After a few minutes, there's a knock at the door. Peeta gets up to answer it.

"Hey, Johanna," I hear him say when he opens the door.

"Hey, cinnamon buns," she teases. "Where's that brainless wife of yours?"

"Shut up Jo," I yell.

"There's the girl on fire," Johanna smiles as she comes into the living room and sits next to me. "Peeta, take care of my bags on the porch," she says without even looking at him. I chuckle and shake my head.

"You must have taken an early train," I observe.

"Yeah. Really, brainless? Ice cream? Are you trying to get him disinterested?"

"Shut up. I'm nine months pregnant. I can do whatever I want," I huff.

"You must be going crazy without Peeta satisfying your needs," she grins. "You must be excited for after the little hellraisers come."

I can't help but blush deeply thinking about last night. Of course, she picks up on it.

"Wait, really? No. Him?"

"I didn't say anything," I try.

"Your face said it all, Mellark. So, how is it? Is he that good?" She asks.

I blush again. I can't help it.

"Oh, I see. He's better than good. Hmm. Maybe you're onto something with the whole nice guy thing," she smirks.

"Peeta is a nice guy," I say, trying to steer the topic away from my sex life.

"I bet he's one of those guys who makes sure you get off before he even thinks about himself, isn't he?"

I turn away so she can't see my face. That's guilty enough in itself.

"Knew it," she smiles. "You really are one lucky girl, you get that, right?"

"I do," I nod. "I know I have a perfect husband."

"Well you'd better try your damndest to be the perfect wife and mother to look good standing next to cinnamon buns back there," she points over her shoulder to Peeta in the kitchen.

"I try," I shrug. "I don't really know anything about being a mom. Peeta says it'll just come naturally, but that scares me. What if I screw up? What if they…what if they don't like me?"

"Ugh, can we not talk about this?" She says in mild disgust.

"Sorry," I say sadly.

"Fine," she relents. "It will come to you. The way you are with your little sister, and your relationship with Peeta proves you have it in you. You have that maternal instinct, you just need to let it out."

"Really?" I ask hopefully.

"Yeah. Never tell anybody I said that, brainless," she points at me.

"Deal," I grin.

"What are you two ladies talking about?" Peeta asks as he walks in the room.

"Your sex life," Johanna says casually. Peeta spits back up some of the hot chocolate he was drinking, causing Johanna and I to burst out laughing.

"R – r – really?" He stutters.

"Yup," she nods. "Your wife was saying how generous you are in bed."

"Jo!" I yell. I can't believe her sometimes.

"What? Men need to hear things like that. He should know he rocks your world."

I look down at my belly.

"He knows," I say quietly.

Peeta is still standing there in shock at the entire conversation.

"Peeta, are you okay honey?" I ask.

"Um, uh, yeah, I'm fine," he manages. "I just wanted to tell you the doctors will be here after lunch and they want to do a check up when they get here."

"Okay," I nod. "Thanks for telling me."

Peeta looks between me and Johanna one last time shaking his head slightly. He leans down and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips and quickly exits the room.

"He's a shy one, huh?" Johanna says when he's out of earshot.

"Well you did just bring up our sex life," I point out.

She just shrugs.

"Well don't tell me things like that then."

"I didn't! You asked and I didn't say a word!"

"Yeah, but you couldn't stop your face from turning blood red," she smirks.

"Ugh, fine," I huff, putting the top back on the ice cream carton and licking the spoon. "I'm done with this. Bring it back to Peeta, please."

"What am I, your maid?"

"Jo, please," I beg.

"Fine," she smiles. She takes it and walks out.

Just then, there's a knock at the door.

"Front door!" I yell. Nobody responds, and the knocking continues. "Crap," I lament, and haul myself off the couch somehow. I waddle over to the front door.

I swing it open, while yelling back to the kitchen.

"Thanks guys! Nice of you to make the pregnant girl get the door!"

I turn around, and I'm face to face with Scarlet and her three minions.

"You've got to be kidding me," I mutter out loud.

"Excuse me, Everdeen, I'm here to see Peeta," she informs me.

She's wearing an inappropriately low cut blouse that I'm surprised her boobs haven't fallen out of yet, tiny cutoff jeans, and ridiculous platform heels. She looks like she's trying to be from the Capitol, and failing miserably. Caty, Lillian, and Rose stand behind her glaring at me. I look down at myself quickly and realize I'm wearing Peeta's sweats, one of his shirts that has frosting stained on it, and his wool socks that say PEETA M on them.

"Why?" I ask politely.

"I don't have to tell you," she snarls. "This is Peeta's house."

"No, this is my house," I say.

"What? Did we go to the wrong house? Everyone said this was Peeta's house," she says confused. Wow it's easy to confuse her. I guess there are dumb blondes.

"No, you idiot. Peeta and I are married. Therefore, we live together. So this is our house, not his house. Get it now?" I mock.

She's getting pissed now.

"Look, Everdeen, just let me in. Once Peeta sees me he'll want me to come in anyways," she says confidently.

"First, I've already told you, my last name is Mellark. You're welcome to go to the Justice Building and look it up in public records. That's usually what happens when you marry someone. But you wouldn't know that, would you? I don't know of any guy in the District that would want to marry you. Second, I'd be happy to have my husband come to the door and tell you to leave himself."

"Shut up," she snivels. "I can't believe you got him to marry you. How'd you do that anyways? You got pregnant then forced him to, didn't you? That's pathetic, Catpiss."

Now I'm getting pissed. Let's see how she likes this next piece of information.

"Actually, for you information, Peeta got me pregnant on our wedding night," I say with a beaming smile. "And he hasn't slowed down since," I rub it in.

"Slut," she accuses.

"Really? Out of the two of us, I'm the slut? I've slept with one man, who happens to be my husband, and you've slept with half the District. Who's the slut, Scarlet? Huh?"

Okay, that may have been too much. Her face is getting beet red, and she's shaking with anger. All I did was tell the truth, though. And I'm not done, either.

"And what kind of person are you anyways to show up at my house and tell me you're going to try and seduce my husband? And the three of you just follow her like she's the best thing ever? I don't get it. Seriously, Scarlet, get off my porch before I go get Peeta. He won't be happy, I can promise you that."

She just scoffs at me.

"Go get him, I'll wait right here," she crosses her arms across her chest. "We'll see what happens."

Okay, she asked, so I'll play her little game.

For fun, I slam the door in her face to make sure she doesn't step a single foot in our house. I waddle quickly halfway back to the kitchen.

"Peeta? Your girlfriend's at the door!" I yell.

"Huh?" He replies, coming into the hall. Johanna is behind him, as is Prim.

"I said, your girlfriend is waiting on the porch for you," I smirk. "Scarlet's here."

"Oh, god," he mutters. "Not her again. Kat, did you already get her all riled up?"

I shrug.

"I may have accused her of sleeping with half the guys in the District."

"Katniss Mellark!" The three of them scold together. It's like they planned it!

"Hey! She called me a slut first," I tell them.

"Well, that's okay I guess," Peeta relents. "Let's go deal with this."

"Now this I gotta see," Johanna smiles. Prim nods.

We walk back to the front door and I stand next to Peeta, Jo and Prim behind us.

Peeta swings the door open, and Scarlet's in the same spot, arms folded across her chest. She glares at me, then she sees Peeta, and instantly puts on her best fake smile for him.

"Hi, Peeta," she says sweetly. "Catpiss wouldn't let me in, so I told her to go get you. You want me to come inside, right? This is your house anyways. Besides, she can't be satisfying all your manly needs can she?"

Peeta's jaw drops and he turns to me. I shrug.

"Told you," I whisper.

"What did you just call her?" He asks quietly in disbelief.

"Catpiss?" She says casually. "Oh, that's just her nickname."

I can tell Peeta is getting angrier by the second, but I'm actually finding the whole thing quite amusing.

"Why would you think I'd want you to come inside?" He asks after a moment.

"Isn't it obvious?" She smiles up at him. "I'm prettier than Everdeen, I actually have a body, and I'll take you to the bedroom and show you how a real girl treats a man," she tries to say seductively. It comes off as pathetic, though.

"Okay, let's get some things straight," Peeta says calmly. "First. Her name is Katniss Mellark. Not Catpiss, not Everdeen, Katniss Mellark. Second, I thought when you came into the bakery we cleared all this up. I'm very much in love with my wife and want nothing to do with you. Not only am I not attracted to you in any way, I'm not keen on contracting a venereal disease. Third, no offense Scarlet, but Haymitch is prettier than you are."

I laugh, Johanna snorts, and Prim giggles. Scarlet seethes.

"Excuse me?" She roars.

"You heard me," Peeta crosses his arms.

"Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" She yells.

"Some skank who doesn't know when to shut up," Jo says from behind me. I laugh again.

"Are you going to leave, Scarlet?" I ask.

"No!" She says defiantly.

I turn to Peeta and we shrug our shoulders.

"Well, have a nice day then," I smile.

I take a step back and Peeta slams the door in her face. We all burst out laughing, and I'm laughing so hard I start crying.

"Who was that?" Johanna asks.

"Scarlet Johnston," I tell her. "She used to bully me in school. She came into the bakery a little while ago and tried to hit on Peeta right in front of me. Those three follow her everywhere, it's pretty pathetic."

"How does she not get that I want nothing to do with her?" Peeta mutters.

"She doesn't think like that," Johanna explains. "To her, you're a conquest. And you're married, which is even better. She thinks of you as a challenge. She's going to keep trying to get you in bed, cinnamon buns."

"Really?" He asks, a little frightened.

"Yeah. Trust me on this," she grins.

Peeta turns to me with a worried look on his face.

"Kat, you know I would never-"

"I know Peeta," I soothe. "Don't worry. Next time she comes we'll just bring our bows to the door." He smiles.

I hear another knock on the door. I roll my eyes. Who is it now?

Peeta takes a couple steps and swings the door open.

"Mom!" He says, surprised. Oh god.

"Who's that?" Johanna whispers.

"My mother-in-law," I explain quietly. "We hate each other vehemently. Shut up, I want to hear their conversation."

"Peeta, why haven't you been to the bakery for three days?" She demands loudly.

"You know why mom. Katniss is going to go into labor any day now and she needs me around. Dad was fine with it, so were Rye and Nan."

"Well I'm not! I don't care if your little tramp is about to squirt out her bastards, you will obey me!"

Oh, she did not just say that about my children.

"Excuse me?" I yell, stepping up next to Peeta. "What did you just call our children?"

"Bastards," she huffs. "That's what you call children conceived out of wedlock."

"Mom, Katniss and I have been married for more than nine months," Peeta tells her.

"I don't care what you say, you're not married to this – this – trash!"

I'm almost at my limit of how much of her I can take.

"Why don't you go ask the Mayor if we're married?" I tell her. "Or I could go get our legal marriage license for you, if you want. It's no problem, really." She just glares at me then turns to Peeta.

"Listen to me," she points violently at Peeta. "You will come with me, right now, or else."

"Or else what?" I ask.

She raises her hand to slap me, and starts bringing it forward.

When it's only a few inches from my face, Peeta grabs her wrist hard, and twists.

"Don't you dare try and hit my wife," he growls. "She is the mother of my children."

"And I'm your mother!" She yells.

"No you're not. Katniss' mom is more of a mother to me. You're just the woman who gave birth to me."

She looks at Peeta with rage.

"When her children are born, I expect you to do the honorable thing and leave her. Then you can marry someone respectable."

That's enough.

Before she can react, and while she's still glaring at Peeta, I quickly bring my hand back and slap her hard across the face, my wedding ring making contact with her cheek.

"BITCH!" She screams and tries to lunge at me.

Johanna is right there and grabs her shoulders.

"You're not going anywhere hag," she mocks.

"This is the last time, mom," Peeta says quietly. "If you ever come near her again, I'm not going to stop her from doing what she does best. You should know what that is. It involves a bow and an arrow."

With that, Johanna unceremoniously shoves her backwards and we slam the door, yet again. I sigh.

"What is today, come insult Katniss day?" I mutter.

"I'm sorry, honey," Peeta says, wrapping me in his arms. "I'm sorry I have such a terrible mother."

"It's not your fault she's crazy," I whisper. "But thank you. Thank you too, Jo."

She snorts.

"Like I'd let her touch you, brainless, or your mini loaves." We all laugh at her nickname for the twins.

"Can we get out of the hallway now?" I ask, looking up to Peeta with pleading eyes.

"Sure," he smiles, and leads me into the living room. He helps me sit down on the couch and Johanna sits next to me again. "Annie and Finnick should be here any minute."

"Great, just what I need. Two more lovebirds all over each other," Johanna mutters under her breath.

"Sorry, Jo," I say, not really sorry at all. "I've tried telling you how great being in love is, but you never listen."

"Why, so I can go all soft and cuddly like you? No thanks, brainless. I'll pass."

I shrug.

"Your choice. But I know there's a guy out there who would love to pamper and treat you like a queen."

She snorts.

"Yeah, okay, not every guy is Peeta Mellark."

"That's for sure," I smile.

Ten minutes later, there's another knock at the door, and this time it's Annie and Finnick.

"Hey!" Annie squeals. "Look at you! You're positively glowing!" She hugs me tight.

"Hi Annie," I grin. She greets Johanna, who rolls her eyes, and we sit down.

"So when are they coming?" Annie asks excitedly.

"Soon," I tell her. "The doctors should be here this afternoon. We'll know more then."

"Great!" She smiles.

"How are the wedding plans coming?" I ask.

"Oh, wonderful," she gushes. "We've got almost everything picked out and ordered. Your backyard is so beautiful and perfect, Katniss. It's going to be just perfect."

"Good. I'm glad," I say honestly. Johanna scoffs.

"I can't believe you convinced me to be a bridesmaid," Johanna mutters.

"Oh don't be like that!" Annie tells her. "You're going to be beautiful."

"Yeah, Jo," I add. "Maybe you'll even find a guy."

"Yeah! I have a couple guys in mind, now that you say that!"

"Oh, god," Johanna grumbles.

We all eat lunch, and my moms and Haymitch join us. Finnick and Johanna get in a long, drawn out, hilarious argument about which one of them gets to hold the twins first. I finally settle it by reminding them there's two of them, so they can each hold one at the same time. I don't think I've laughed this much in a day in a long time. I'm glad I called them to come stay with us while we wait for the delivery. They'll probably stay until the wedding, too.

After lunch, Dr. Gaius and Dr. Sutherland show up. The drag me upstairs and to the delivery room. Peeta sits in his chair and holds my hand while they do all sorts of tests.

"Everything's looking great, Katniss," Dr. Gaius says while reading my chart. "I just need to discuss one thing with Dr. Sutherland quickly.

They step outside and gently shut the door behind them. I look over at Peeta.

"Don't even start," he warns me. "She just said everything's great, so there's nothing wrong, got it?"

I roll my eyes and nod. He knows me too well.

"You owe me a kiss," I tell him seriously.

"What? Why?" He asks, perplexed.

"I don't know. You just do. Pay up," I beckon.

He smiles and leans up to kiss me. He tries to make it short but I'm not having it, not after he refused to get back into bed with me this morning. I slip my tongue in his mouth and he can't resist me anymore. His tongue explores my mouth and he's running his hands though my hair, coming dangerously close to taking my braid out.

"Mmm," I moan into his mouth. My hands are buried in his hair, grasping onto him to keep him close.

The door opens up, but neither of us hear it.

"Should we come back later?" Dr. Gaius teases.

We break apart and we both blush, but I have a guilty smirk on my face.

"Sorry," I shrug. "Couldn't help myself."

The two doctors chuckle and shake their heads.

"Well, Katniss, we have some things to discuss. Don't worry, it's nothing bad, we just need to make some decisions," Dr. Gaius says as they take seats on their stools.

"Okay," I nod for them to start.

"First, we need you to decide whether you will be wanting drugs and painkillers during labor. They will not effect the babies in any way, but there's also no guarantee they'll take the pain away."

"No. No drugs," I shake my head.

"Kat, are you sure?" Peeta asks quietly. I turn and scowl at him.

"Yes, I'm sure. No. Drugs. I can do this, Peeta." He squeezes my hand.

"Okay, no drugs," Dr. Gaius scribbles something on her pad.

"Second," Dr. Sutherland starts, "we need to know who you want in the room during the birth."

"Peeta, my mom, Prim, and you two," I tell them. "My mom and Prim can help you out, but I'm sure you're aware of that."

"Yes, it will be very helpful having two other people in here familiar with the birthing process," Dr. Gaius says. "Now, lastly, we need to speak with you about starting labor."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I gave you your due date using simple math," she continues. "We did some tests, and the twins are more than ready to come out. We don't want to wait much longer, so, if by tomorrow evening you haven't gone into labor naturally, we will be forced to induce."

"Induce?"

"It just means we help you get started," Dr. Sutherland explains gently.

"Oh. Okay," I shrug.

"Now, Katniss, we want you to understand that your delivery will most likely be very hard. You're delivering two babies, and you've decided to go without drugs. We will have them on hand if you change your mind, however. We know you're a strong girl, and it will help having your husband here, but don't be afraid to be honest with how you're feeling, physically and emotionally. Okay?" Dr. Sutherland asks.

"Yeah. Okay," I tell her. "I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I know I can do it. I have to. It's not for me, it's for our children," I say the last part looking at Peeta, and he beams back at me.

"For our kids," he says quietly, then pecks me on the lips.

"Okay, well, that's all we have for right now," Dr. Gaius says, and they start to get up.

Just then, I feel something weird inside me, and suddenly my legs are soaked.

"Um, Docs? I think my water just broke…"

They come over quickly and take a look.

I turn to Peeta while they examine me.

"Whatever happens, no matter what I say to you, remember that I love you, okay? Forever," I whisper.

"I love you too, Kat. Always." He leans up and kisses me again.

I turn back to the Doctors.

"Well?" I ask.

Dr. Sutherland looks at both of us.

"Mr. and Mrs. Mellark, I hope you're ready to become mommy and daddy."

A/N: Okay, I admit that was a silly chapter. I just wanted to have a couple fun conversations and get to the labor. So, the twins are coming! Hooray! How will Katniss fare during the delivery? How will Peeta react to seeing his wife in excruciating pain, calling him all sorts of names? We'll find out tomorrow.

I know the conversations with Scarlet and Peeta's mom are getting old, but they were fun to write with Johanna there, so I said why not. She's such a fun character. She and Katniss have a very unique relationship.

Thanks for the reviews.

Keep reviewing, and reading. Tomorrow = TGIF.