Peeta's POV
As soon as we get home, Katniss flops down on the couch. "you okay,honey?" I ask. "Yes," she replies, "YES! Peeta we're going to be parents!". She bursts out in involantary laughs and snorts. I breathe, relieved but if I'm relieved Katniss looks positively enlightened. I grab her large waist and swing her round once before the weight of her and the twins drags me down. I let us fallgently and we lie on the floor intwined, kissing and laughing. This is my girl on fire.
Katniss' POV
This is my boy with the bread. We roll around for a few more seconds before I feel a stab in my stomach. I freeze . "Peeta!" I squeal, "One of them kicked!" He starts laughing uncontrollably, every inch a proud father already. "Hey you two! Can you hear me?!" He jokes. I grin as he feels them kick. "They kicked! They kicked!" He cries. I nod madly, "yes! I told you!" We both laugh. "Although, Peeta," i tell him, "we've got to name them, it's only been a few weeks and already saying them is annoying me!" He smiles , knowingly, "I've been thinking the same, I've thought of an idea for our little girl." I rub my belly, "Perfect! You name her and i'll name mister here." He looks shocked and full of joy all at the same time, "well, i thought, seeing as your family seem to have a tradfition with plant names, I liked Iris." Tears well up in my eyes; trust Peeta. "Its... Perfect". He beams, "are you sure?" He asks. "Yes! It's lovely Peeta, I've got a middle name, if thats okay ?" Encouraged by his nods i carry on, "Emily! Iris Emily. Oh". Peeta wraps his arms around me, overjoyed. "So whats our little boy going to be called then?" Luckily , I'd alreafy thought up some names so I tell him, "Mason or George". He rubs my stomach looking up at me, lovingly, "How about both?" He decides, "Mason George". I feel my self welling up again, "Oh, Peeta, they're going to be perfect."
