Chapter 14: Preparing the Nursery

I watch from the rocking chair in the corner of the spare room, smiling in content as I rub my pregnant belly. I'm at six and a half months now, and Peeta has decided now would be the time to get the baby's room ready. Shame we didn't start on it sooner than this; I could have helped him!

Then again, I admit I like watching Peeta work. I admire his steady hand as he runs the brush down the far side of the wall, right up against the white trimming, but careful not to paint over it. That's an artist's hand, no doubt about it! Maybe the baby will have his artistic talent.

I mentally shake myself. No, that's impossible. The baby can't inherit that from Peeta because it's not Peeta's baby. Gale's…. it's Gale's…..

I move away from my musings. "Sales, frosting - do you do everything at the bakery?"

Peeta looks back to me and laughs. The smile that lights up his face sends my heart a-flutter. "No, not quite. There is much more to do than you might think. And my brothers and I try really hard to share the load so that it's somewhat equal."

I smile. "I bet they do that so you don't beat them at everything!" I flirt. Peeta laughs again and I laugh with him.

This is how it should be, I find myself thinking. Always.