Nerves
Nearly eight and a half months ago Katniss told Peeta about her being pregnant. He had been beyond excited when she told him that she was carrying their child, but now Katniss could have their child at any moment. Peeta was still excited about their son or daughter to enter this world, but he was also beginning to feel the anxiety and nervousness that Katniss had experienced since they found out.
A child that depended on them for survival, a child that would call him daddy and Katniss mommy. The idea of it still overwhelming in his mind but the excitement was still there. Every time he looked at his very pregnant wife, he imagined what their baby would look like. Would he or she resemble Katniss more than himself? Or the opposite, look like him more than her? Or would the baby be a perfect mixture of the two of them?
He smiled softly as he looked at Katniss, he knew the pregnancy was beginning to get uncomfortable again. From what he read about pregnancy he knew that the third trimester was getting the baby ready for birth; he couldn’t imagine how that must feel. He reached out across the bed and gently pushed her hair from her face before moving his hand to her stomach.
“When am I going to meet you little one?” he whispered softly, more to himself but not trying to keep it a secret.
