Whatever Peeta was so keen on finding in my room wasn't there. After a few minutes of just standing in the center of the room looking around awkwardly, I decided the trip to my room was a waste of time.

"Did you have any one particular thing you were looking for?" I asked Peeta.

He shrugged again. "Not really." He studied my face in thought, and then his eyes flicked down to my stomach. "Do you have a jacket you could wear over it?"

I shook my head. "I have this nice leather jacket my father made me but it doesn't fit."

Peeta shook his head, too, and then smiled. "What are we going to do with you?"

I sighed heavily and plopped down onto my bed, but before I could say something back to Peeta, a knock on the door interrupted me. Why does that always happen? I sighed again and went to open it.

My breathless mother was standing in the doorway, holding something. "Katniss! I'm so glad I caught you before you went to dinner!" she said.

I smiled at her grimly. "I have been trying to fix my clothing problem. Just a few days ago my clothes fit and now nothing does."

My mother beamed. "That is why I came. I haven't seen you all day, or else I would've come sooner."

"Long story." I stepped to the side to let my mother in.

If she thought Peeta being in there was weird, she didn't show it. Instead she held something out to me. "I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner!"

I took the bundle and untied the piece of yarn that was wrapped around it. Several pieces of clothing fell from my hands. "What are these?"

My mother spared me bending down and she retrieved the clothes for me. "Katniss, I had these when I was pregnant with you. It wasn't too long after your father and I got married, so I had a little extra money to buy good clothes with. I wore them when I was pregnant with Prim, too." She smiled sadly and laid the clothes down evenly on my bed.

I examined the nice clothes while my mother kept talking.

"They got saved right after the first round of bombing in twelve. I couldn't imagine what use they could be for me, but I saved them."

I set down a nice dark blue shirt and hugged my mother. "Thank you. I suppose now I should say 'what would I do without you?'."

Mother laughed and hugged me back. "I should get to dinner."

As Mother walked out the door, I suddenly wondered if I should tell her about my visits to the hospital, but then decided against it. If there wasn't anything wrong, I don't want her to worry about nothing.

"I guess you're pretty lucky to get those." Peeta smiled at me. "And just when you thought all hope was lost."

I smiled, too. There weren't a ton of clothes, but enough to do their job. I grabbed the blue shirt and a pair of simple pants. I was lucky my mother saved them. They definitely did not look like normal clothing. I wondered how hard they would be to make from scratch.

"I'll be right out." I said to Peeta, and went into the bathroom to change.

The clothes felt sort of funny when I put them on, but they weren't too tight. I like the shirt because there were tiny ruffles on the edges of the sleeves and the collar, but the pants felt weird when I moved. Thank goodness I had inherited my small build from my mother. I was very fortunate to be her size.

"They look good on you." said Peeta when I showed them to him.

"Thanks." My self-consciousness faded when Peeta smiled and took my hand.