I Need You

8

I smile as I look at my slowly growing bump. I really hope it's a boy, but a girl would be nice too. Peeta and I have decided that we'll wait to know the gender until he/she's born. We've told a bunch of people, they are all ecstatic. Well, not so much Johanna and Gale, I told them I wanted to get pregnant.

I walk into the kitchen, and sit down in a chair, admiring Peeta's work.

"Hey, beautiful," Peeta says
"Hey, handsome," I say back, using the same tone he did. He laughs than goes back to his work.

"Katniss, do you think that we should get the nursery ready? Uh, I mean, Uh, like turning one of the guestrooms into one? It can't be that hard, can it?"

"You'd be surprised," I mumble, thinking back to the day I helped Johanna and Gale, only a week ago. "Gale and Johanna's took a long time. I left before it was done. But I'm sure ours won't have as many decorations, because Effie will NOT be helping."

Peeta chuckles, and puts whatever he was baking into the oven.
"Well, we probably won't need anyone to help, especially the painting," He says, winking at me. I smile as he sits in the chair next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder. He kisses my cheek and I rest my head on his chest.

"What do you think the gender will be?" Peeta asks, breaking the silence.
"I think it's a boy." I say, imagining a mini Peeta running around the house.
"I think it's a girl." He states. I smile.
"Who knows? Maybe we will have both!" Peeta laughs. "That's highly unlikely." He says.

Hi guys! So, I have writers block again, but I will try to write more often now! Thank you to all of you who are putting up with me! See ya later!