Finding the Missing Piece: Book 3

Chapter Forty-Four

Peeta POV-

"Look, do you want to go in here?" I suggest to Katniss, trying to get her to go into some store.

She shrugs her shoulders, "Okay, let's go."

"If you don't want to shop, we can go do something else?" I tell her.

"I don't care what we do, Peeta." She says, bored.

I can tell she really doesn't wanna be here, but I have plans that can't really change.

"How about we shop for awhile and then when you get tired tell me then I can take you to get your nails done or something?"

"Okay." Katniss says plainly, obviously not liking my ideas.

I refrain from rolling my eyes at her stubbornness but again it's her birthday and she's being basically forced to do something she doesn't wanna do.

"Oh, look." I say, pointing to a really simple, nice green shirt across the store.

Katniss smiles, "That's cute, Peeta."

I guide her over to the rack and find her size, "Buy it, if you really like it. You don't have to like it because I do." I tell her.

"But I do like it." She says, looking at the price tag.

"Then get it." I tell her with a smile.

She nods her head and walks to another section of the store, the section that sells men's clothing.

"Look, it's not your favorite color, but I bet you like that, don't you?" She says, pointing to a charcoal gray sweatshirt that actually is quite nice.

"It's not my birthday." I tell her.

"And it is mine and I want this for you. I won't get this shirt if you don't get the jacket." Katniss says stubbornly.

I roll my eyes so that she can see, "Okay, then."

She flips through until she finds my size and hands it to me, along with her shirt.

"Let's go." Katniss says.

I nod and we walk to the checkout together, we pay and I carry out the bag. We get out and Katniss sees another store and drags me inside.

It makes me feel extremely uncomfortable because it's the lingerie store.

"See anything you like?"

"For me or for you?" I tease her.

She giggles, "For me. For your eyes."

I awkwardly pick up a lacy bra, "This is kind of nice." I say.

"That is nice. Find a pair of panties to match it, hot stuff." She says, eating this up.

I laugh nervously and look around to see if I could even begin to find a match."

"Do you think this size will fit or is it too small?" I ask her, looking at the bra.

"Peeta, that's a 40 triple D. How big do you thing my boobs are?" She laughs almost hysterically.

"I thought you said you liked this one too?"

"I do but I would like it even better in my size."

"Well, what size are you anyways?"

She scoffs, "I'm pushing a 34 B."

I shrug, "I don't know what that means."

"It means, despite your fantasy, my boobs are a lot smaller than you remember." She winks.