The papers weren't as complicated as I thought they would be. Just some signing, initialing, and reading. All in all, I was glad when it was done.
"Are you okay, Katniss? You seem really quiet." Peeta took my hand on the way back to our rooms.
"Yeah. I just can't believe how much has changed since the Hunger Games. I thought I wouldn't have a choice to marry you, that it was to be forced, and I would never really be happy. But now…" I sighed. Words escaped me. "I don't know. Things are good. I am happy. That is all I really wanted, I guess."
"Yes…" Peeta murmured absentmindedly. "All you really wanted…"
Back in my room, I took a shower and dressed in my usual white nightgown that was the only thing that wasn't tight on my belly. Peeta was still washing up in his room and so I had some time to myself.
Since there was no hunting or foraging to do, I contented myself with tidying my messy room. I scrubbed down the bathroom until the smell of lemon soap hung permanently in the wood floor. The rest of the floor needed to be swept badly, so I did that.
Just as I stretch the blankets over my bed, something brushed across my shoulders. I jerked away in surprise with a squeal.
"Jeez, Katniss. It's just me, don't scream." Peeta's voice came from behind me.
"Don't do that to me!" I sighed in relief, trying to calm my frantic heart. "And I didn't scream."
"Yeah, sure. Sorry." He spun me around to face him. "Is that better?"
"Much." I rested my head against his chest. "Is it bad that I am hungry again?"
"No. I hear that pregnant women get much more hungry than, say, your average hippopotamus." Peeta sniggered.
"Hey! I resent that!"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm sorry. But it is only 3:00. Dinner isn't until five." Peeta laughed again. Boy he was full of giggles, wasn't he? Just wait until I puke on him in the morning.
"What?" Peeta frowned at me.
Oops. I must have been making a funny face. "Nothing. Should we go to the greenhouse?"
"Yes, let's,"
We sat together in the greenhouse just like old times. Trying to sleep while my head lies on Peeta's lap, while Peeta sketched me, humming quietly to himself. No matter how exhausted my body kept telling me I was, thoughts chased each other around my head, keeping me up. I wondered what he was thinking right now. Maybe back right before the Hunger Games when he lied to the whole of Panem on his interview saying I was pregnant. That is certainly what I'm thinking of.
My head is so focused on now that it is impossible to imagine what will happen in two months. Five months. Nine months, even, when the baby is born. What would its name be? Would it be a boy or a girl? How would I possibly take care of it? What happened if it looked exactly like Gale? Would people find out? Would I just tell them it resembles me more than Peeta? What if that can't happen? Would—
"Hey, Katniss? Are you okay?" Peeta's voice snapped me out of the little world in my head.
"Of course I am. Just thinking to myself…"
"'Just thinking to yourself'? Katniss, you were snoring your head off. And you talk in your sleep. I hope you don't always do that or else I won't be able to get a wink of sleep!" When I opened my eyes, I saw Peeta smirking down at me.
"I-Women don't snore! You must have been hearing things, because I don't snore." I insisted, feeling my face grow warm.
"Of course I was hearing things." Peeta said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Stupid Peeta," I grumbled, closing my eyes again. "I'm going back to sleep, then."
"You do that," Peeta began to play with the long braid of hair that had fallen over my shoulder.
"Will you wake me when it is time to go to dinner, right?"I mumbled, already half-asleep.
"Of course."
Then sleep had me in its alluring clutches.