Who Would Have Known 6
Katniss POV
It is late in the evening, but I had just gotten up a few hours ago when Peeta had gotten back from the bakery. He practically had to drag me out of bed. Now we're sitting on the sofa, he's resting against the arm while I'm leaning against his chest, my arms folded on top of my bulging belly that holds our baby. His hands massage my lower back, leaving an amazing chill to run through my body.
"You know we're going to need some names." I blurt out. His hands still on my back for only a second and move again when I move my own to prod him.
"Well I figured if it were a girl... we'd name her after Prim." He says thinking intently about the subject.
"No," I shake my head. "I don't want that to be her first name, at least. A child does not need ghosts. I don't need another Prim." I tell him firmly. "I had a better idea though." I tell him as I look back so I could see those blue eyes I hoped our baby would have.
"What was it?" He asks.
"Well... it sort of sounds dumb... but... well... I was going to... combine our names so that our baby would be... a total combination of us..." I say as I look away from his face. The second the words are out of my mouth I want to take them back instantly.
He starts to laugh slightly. "Like Katpee? Peeniss?" I shake my head vehemently. "Everlark? Peetniss?" His laughter hasn't subsided and it is jiggling me on top of him.
"No. Just... get me some paper and a pencil." I tell him firmly. He pushes me up so that I am sitting against the back of the sofa, before he sits up himself then walks over to a desk on the other side of the room and grabs his notebook he had written in earlier. "Thanks," I say as he starts back over.
"Okay so what's up with the paper?" He asks as he hands over the pad and pen.
"Just a minute." I tell him as I begin to write out M-E-L-L-A-R-K and E-V-E-R-D-E-E-N with enough space so I could tear them apart. He makes a sound as though he almost understands what I have planned. "Rip these out." I tell him as I had struggle to get up.
"Where are you going?" He asks still plopped on the couch, not offering any help.
"Well, if you have to know, I need to use the bathroom." I snap at him.
"Sorry." He mumbles, before pushing me up so I can waddle down the hallway towards the bathroom.
When I got back I see that he had all the names, including our first names, written out and cut so that they were in neat rows on the coffee table.
I sit back down and began to move the letters around.
There on the table there were several possible names, Kent, Setis, Apa (Which neither of us liked), Maverek, Leler, and Den. We decided that we only really liked Kent and Setis and began to work yet again.
Finally we found one name for a little girl, the only one that we felt would work for us, Demer.
It's a soft, warm, comforting hand that brings me out of the sweet memory as it sweeps across my face before coming to still on my cheek. A calloused thumb slides against my cheek, spreading wetness along it. I hadn't even realized that I was crying. I finally open my eyes and see Peeta looking at my face, skeptically.
"Katniss, are you okay?" He asks tenderly, picking Demer up off his lap and laying her in her sleeping bag.
"No, I just... I just need a moment." I whisper to him, standing off the bed and moving to the door of the bathroom. He tries to follow me but I close the door behind me and lock it.
I turn to face the mirror and see a very thin version of myself. There are bags upon bags of deep purple under my eyes, my face is pale and gaunt. The muscles that I had worked up over so many years are diminished, barely visible under my skin now.
I splash water on my face to calm down a bit but it really doesn't help. A bath seems so appealing to me right now and I can't resist. I fill the tub with hot water, disrobe and slip into the water until I'm submerged up to my eyes. I gaze as the small tendrils of steam rise off the water and disapear into thin air.
My eyelids begin to sag and I decide that I'll just close them for a moment, I won't sleep though, just rest my eyes. The second they close I sigh, the dark is a good escape, just black, nothing more nothing less.
"Katniss?" I hear Peeta practically shout in the door of the bathroom. The door's open? I know I locked it. Did he break it? If he woke up Demer so help me.
"What?" I yell right back at him.
"Did you really sleep in here last night?" He asks moving closer to the tub now filled with cold water.
"No. What are you talking about, I just closed my eyes for five minutes. Did you break the door?" I say forcefully.
"I may or may not have... sort of... gotten a worker to unlock it for me... but that's beside the point. Did you really sleep in here last night?" He asks again, this time a bit more accusingly.
"I don't know... what time is it?" I ask sitting up, before I realize that there's someone standing outside the door. "Umm... Peeta?"
"It's almost noon." He tells me handing me a towel.
"Peeta?" I ask again.
"What? Is there something wrong?" He asks looking worried.
"Who is standing outside the door?" I hide behind him, wrapping myself in the towel.
"Sorry, totally forgot about the worker." He tells me quickly. "Hey, she's fine. You can leave now." He shouts in the general direction of the door.
"How much longer 'till we get to the Capitol?" I ask quickly. Peeta repeats the question so the worker can hear and my heart nearly stops at the response.
"It'll be this evening."
"It took us three freaking days to get here less than twenty years ago, this is the same train. How's that even possible?" I ask flabbergasted. Peeta just shrugs at me. Great even less time to prepare for this hell I'm about to enter.
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