Hehe I love this chapter and I don't know why. Enjoy!

Our first stop was Peeta's room, where he said we can pick up pieces of cloth and a bucket of water from the bathroom. He grabbed a plastic bag of who-knows-what from beside his bed and we were on our way.

From my room, I got a willow-twig broom my father had made me and miraculously survived the bombing of district twelve.

"You don't want to over-exert yourself, Katniss," Peeta said when I offered to carry the bucket of water. "It would be really bad if you went into labor now, instead of waiting for a more convenient time."

I scowled and carried the rest, while Peeta handled the bucket.

It took a few wrong turns and a bad run-in with a wall, but we finally managed to find the astronomy lab again. Peeta dragged the bucket inside and I got to work scrubbing the door clean. The rust was easy to get rid of; it just flaked right off. But the funny black stuff on the inside of the door was very stubborn, and so I had to use a lot of elbow grease to get that off.

Peeta had immediately started on the ceiling, wetting it down with water then wiping the dust away. There was a lot of ceiling, so I imagined he would be working on it for some time.

After wiping every inch of the door down with pine-scented cleaner I had found under the sink in Peeta's bedroom, I stood back to admire my work. "Hey, Peeta! Come see what I did with the door!"

Peeta dropped the rags into the bucket and walked over to me, wiping his hands off on his pants. Proudly, I opened and closed the shiny clean door and there was no shower of rust, or groan of complaint from the hinges.

"Wow, Katniss! You did an excellent job on the door!" he complemented, examining the front as well as the back. Then he peered anxiously at me. "You didn't work too hard, did you?"

I decided not to snap some witty retort off the tip of my tongue, and actually be nice when he worried about me. "No, I didn't. It was really easy."

Peeta looked pleased enough and went to work on the ceiling some more.

I grabbed the broom and started sweeping the floor out. Dust had gathered thickly there, so when I had swept my first pile in the center of the room, it was piled high with dust and bits of lint. Once I got rid of that, Peeta stopped me as I tried to come back into the room.

"No, no, Katniss. Wait out there." He gently grabbed my arms and steered me back out before I could protest.

I sighed and stiffly slid down the wall and sat against it. My stomach felt like it had gained a few pounds overnight, which I know it hadn't. The doctor said I still had seven centimeters to grow, and even though the growth rate will be faster than normal peoples', it will still be too slow to actively see the progression. I patted my stomach softly and closed my eyes.

From behind the wall, I could hear muted bumping and rustling. I assumed Peeta was sterilizing the whole place and doesn't want me breathing the fumes or something like that.

Ten minutes later, the door opened again (I couldn't help but be proud that it didn't creak) and Peeta stuck his head out. "You can come in now. It's all clear."

I had quite a bit of trouble getting up after sitting down. My large belly did its best to tip me over and keep me on the ground for eternity. Peeta offered his hand and I took it gratefully.

We stepped into the room holding hands and I gasped. Peeta had scrubbed the ceiling spotless and now the stars were so brilliant, I couldn't help but gasp. He had also scoured the walls until the wooden siding shone. On the far wall, however, was the picture he had painted the day before of me in black and white. The room didn't look like much, but after two months of living in dingy little apartments that all of them looked exactly the same, I was ecstatic.

"Do you like it?" Peeta asked, tilting his head a fraction at me.

"'Like it'? Peeta, it's beautiful!" I had a feeling my neck would eventually get very sore from constantly looking up, but at the moment I didn't care. The moon reflected enough light so where I could see Peeta's face as he looked cheerfully at me.

"And the best thing is…" he took my hand and glanced towards the door. "…no one comes here anymore, so we get the place to ourselves."

I threw my arms around his waist and squeezed him for all I was worth. Suddenly, a sharp ripple of pain shot through my stomach and I gasped.

Peeta caught me as I nearly fell backward. "Katniss, are you okay?" He lowered me gently to the ground and felt of my cheek.

I put both of my hands to my stomach in panic. It was continuing to send small waves of pain throughout my body, but it didn't hurt quite as much as the first.

"Katniss!" Peeta repeated frantically. "What happened? Do I need to get the doctor?"

"What happened?" I said urgently. Then I looked at my stomach. "I think I hurt him!"

"That's it." Peeta put my arm around his shoulders and heaved me up. "Whether you like it or not, you are going to the doctors."

"Not again…" I groaned, but I secretly thought it was a good idea because I think I actually did hurt my baby. Something was wrong and I wanted to know what happened.

I am starting to annoy myself with these chapters. They always end where I don't want them to end. Ah, well. That concludes chapter 39 of my story. Please continue to give me suggestions about names and other stuff. I will be waiting!