Finding the Missing Piece: Book 6

Chapter Seventy-Eight

Katniss POV- (A week later)

"I'm so exhausted." I say truthfully, getting ready for bed, braiding my wet hair down my back.

Peeta nods, "Yeah. Me too. Good thing the kids are already asleep." He says, looking at the clock which reads 9.

"Yeah, I'm ready for some sleep." I say.

"Hey, not to ruin your night but you do know what tomorrow is, don't you?" Peeta mumbles.

I look down, nodding my head.

I remembered.

I was just trying to ignore it.

"Yeah." I sigh.

He frowns, "Do you want to stay up? Talk about it?" He suggests.

I shake my head, "No. I just want to go to sleep." I say truthfully.

"If that's what you want. I'll take care of Rye if he wakes up tonight and I'll keep them both tomorrow." Peeta says, taking my hand and pulling me to him.

"Thanks." I say.

He wraps his arms around my waist and I look down at him, putting my hands on his shoulders, "Tomorrow is going to be different."

"What do you mean?"

"I want to spend it with my mom."

Peeta nods, "Do you think she will want to be around?"

"I don't know. I don't care."

He sighs, "Okay, I'll see what I can do."

"I just want tomorrow to be not so bad for once. I always make it bad for you and Willow, I don't want to do that."

"I'll do my best to make it tomorrow bearable." Peeta assures me.

"Maybe if Willow was still older but I don't want to upset her. Everything has been upsetting her lately."

"The good thing is that Skyler will be your mother's officially in a month. That'll make it a little better for all of us." He says.

I nod my head.

"Hey, it's gonna be fine. It always is."

"I know, I just hate it and a month from now you'll be where I am."

He sighs, "I know."

"But we will make it through. We always do."

"Yeah. Always."

"Forever and always." I whisper.

Peeta smiles sadly at me, "I love you."

"I love you too, Peeta." I say, kissing the top of his head.

I wrap my arms around his neck and sit on his lap, he holds me to him and we just sit there for awhile.

That's when I start my crying.

I don't even want to be crying but it's involuntary.

I just can't help it.

I miss my little sister.

She's been gone for 9 years.

"Hey, don't cry." Peeta whispers to me, rubbing my back.

"I'm not even trying." I say truthfully.

He chuckles, "Well, I know that but you're making me want to cry too."

"You can cry if you want. I'm not going to stop you." I say truthfully.