Katniss's POV
I drag Peeta up the stairs, wishing he weren't so heavy. I tell him to put on some clean nightclothes and get in bed while I clean up the mess he caused.
I rush down the stairs, taking them two at a time until I'm in the foyer. I pick up the nasty turkey and shut it in the pantry after washing it. That was a waste, I think to myself. It will only go bad and get thrown away in the morning.
When I get upstairs, Peeta is sound asleep, right in the middle of the bed. Great. Now I have to somehow fit into that minor space he left me. I pull a thin nightgown out of the dresser and pull it over my head. I crawl into bed, gently shoving Peeta's arms and legs out of my way. I stroke his hair and whisper, "Peeta. I love you a lot. I love it when we're together. When you make me cheese buns. When you kiss me on the cheek. When you hold me during my nightmares. I love you to death Peeta. I want your children. I want you to be happy. But I just can't handle it. I wouldn't be fit to raise children. I'm sorry." I kiss him and try to get some sleep.
I wake up to find the curtains pulled open and the sunlight streaming in. The bed is cold besides me. Peeta must be up. I get out of bed and look in the mirror. I'm a mess, I think. I rebraid my hair and go to the bathroom. When I reach the stairs I smell cinnamon buns. I lick my lips just thinking about it. I quicken my pace.
"Good morning sunshine," Peeta smiles at me, wiping his hands on his apron. "How'd you sleep?"
"No nightmares," I grin.
"Cinnamon buns?"
"Yes please!" I cheer, taking a seat at the table. Peeta gives me a huge cinnamon bun and sets a second plate for himself across from me.
"Katniss…About yesterday," he says sheepishly.
"Peeta, I understand how badly you want them. But you need to understand how badly I can't have them. Is that okay?"
"I guess," he mutters through a mouthful of cinnamon-y goodness.
"Great."