(Katniss)
3 months. It's been 3 months since my visit at the hospital. It's been 3 months since I've been on bed rest. I miss going into town and getting to go out and eat or just spend time together with my family. I missed the presentation for Levinia's school mural. Not by choice, but I still feel guilty for it even though she tells me its not my fault. The furthest I've walked is from mine and Peeta's bed to the kitchen, not including the bathroom. But I only go to the kitchen when I feel like I'm asking for too much from Peeta that I don't want to bother him. But he catches me halfway anyways. There's a nurse that comes over to the house to do the monthly check ups on the kids. Last we checked, which was a week ago, they're perfectly fine, but I still need to be back on bedrest to be on the safe side. Peeta has somewhat taken off work. He calls in once or twice a week to check up on the shop, but for the most part if anythings wrong they call him. Peeta works from home sometimes. He never leaves though. The employees bring him the supplies, he does what he needs, and they take them right back to the bakery. The kids have been a big help. They both do the same amount of work around the house when they're home. Levinia see's Finn only twice in the past 3 months. Once at the end of November and once at the beginning December, so twice in one month if you think about it. Peete has come home everyday eager to see me and here about the babies. He's going to be an amazing big brother. Peeta and I's toasting for renewing our vows is less than 2 weeks from now. We've invited Annie, her son, Johanna, no doubt Gale and Hunter will come, and Peeta and I's family along with Haymitch. My mom and his family have made it a priority to visit us. I don't mind. It shows to me that they really do care. The kids have gotten used to them, but I know my daughter isn't 100% with our mothers just yet. Levinia and Peeta have been working on the twins room also. They finished it off just yesterday. Now all that's left is touch ups and the furniture. Oh yeah, and I'm not allowed to see it till after the anniversary.
"Hey, baby." Peeta says coming into the room and leaning over to give me a small peck on my lips. He's in simple baggy shorts and is shirtless. I pull myself to sit up and lean against the head board behind me. It takes alot more strength than usual.
"Hey, love." I say, in my morning voice with a smile that wouldn't be there without Peeta's presence. That's something only my family can do. He sets down a plate of waffles, that I didn't notice he was holding, and a cup of apple juice on the nightstand beside the bed. I take a look at it, and it looks delicous.
"Mmmm. It looks good." I compliment. He chuckles.
"It's just simple toaster food." He says with his hands on his hips.
"I know. I just that hungry." He chuckles again and climbs over my legs and plops down beside me where he sleeps.
"You're not going to eat?" I ask.
"Nah. You know what'd taste better?" He asks putting an arm around me. "Your lips." He moves into me and I meet him half way. We share multiple kisses filled with love and so much passion that makes my heart beat. What pulls us apart is the strong kick I'm feeling on my left side, the side Peeta is to me.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Peeta asks impatiently.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just another kick." I grab his hand and place it on the exact spot. Another kick comes on, but not nearly as strong. The twins are strong enough, to when they kick, you can see that area pop up a little bit. It puts an even bigger force against Peeta's hand and an even bigger smile on his face every time. Peeta looks up from his hand and kisses me deeply. I return it and caress his cheek.
"Hey. So I have a question." He states.
"Okay" I say reaching over for my plate off waffles and scooping a piece I sliced off into my mouth. "Go for it."
