"Gosh, I need you, Prim." I whispered softly as I grasped the corners of the sink with my hands. On the edge sat a long, thin white bar of plastic. On that plastic was the symbol that would change everything.

"Katniss? You okay? You've been in there for awhile." Peeta called from outside the bathroom. I jumped and managed to knock the pregnancy test onto the floor, causing me to drop down and knock over the wastebasket.

"Uh...y-yeah. I'll be out in a minute." I replied, trying to hide the shakiness in my voice. I propped the basket back up and grabbed the test. I wrapped it in a sheet of toilet paper and threw it away along with the now crushed-up box it came in. I wanted Peeta to know, but...just not yet. I wasn't ready. I needed to get my thoughts together.

When I opened the door, Peeta was waiting outside.

"Sorry. I could have gone to the other one, but I wanted to kiss you first."

I smiled as Peeta pressed his warm lips against mine before disappearing into the restroom.

Okay. I thought.

I sighed as I walked over to the bed and sat down. I knew the consequences that would come after a night of passion, but I didn't think they would come so quickly. It was as if once Peeta and I decided we could try for a baby, that it happened just like that. I thought I'd have more time. I'm not ready to be a mother. I don't even know if I ever will be.

"Peeta, I'm going to go into town for a little bit. I'll be back soon, okay?" I called from behind the bathroom door. He was in the shower, but I'm pretty sure he had heard me.

"'Kay." He called back. "Be careful. I love you."

I put on my coat and just put my hair in a ponytail. I didn't have time to put it into a braid. No, I didn't have the patience. I felt anxious and needed to just get out. I grabbed my bow and arrows by the door and rushed outside, slinging them over my shoulders as I went.

The one person I needed wasn't here in this District anymore. I'm assuming he's still in District 2. I miss Gale, but I just can't forget the incident that killed Prim. He didn't know she'd be there and I know he didn't mean for Prim to die. But things are just too awkward between us. How could I tell him that I was having Peeta's baby?

I walked through town, passing by the hagglers and the shop keepers. People were still struggling here, but not as bad as when I was a teenager. Starvation wasn't as popular of a death like it was when I was a teenager. I sometimes wonder if that were an effect from the Rebellion. I felt some of the shopper's eyes on me and quickly made my way to the woods.

This would always be my home away from home. This was where I could breathe and think. I could always be myself here. I armed myself with my bow and proceeded to look for game.

I came across a deer and it's young. Back in my hunting days, when I had to hunt to survive, this would be an exciting day. But now...it's not the same. With my arrow pointing directly at the young baby, I suddenly came to a realization and dropped my weapon.

I loved my baby. More than anything.

"So how are things going in District 12?"

I stood in the living room with the telephone pressed against my ear with my shoulder as I wrapped a present for Annie's son. Peeta and I always delivered one every year for his birthday.

"They're fine." I said quietly, securing the package with a strip of tape. "Er...Mom. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, honey. What is it?" My mother said. I couldn't believe that I was about to ask her for advice. This meant that I actually needed her.

"Is...being pregnant...hard?"

I heard her gasp as she understood what I was getting at.

"Katniss! You're pregnant?"

"Mom..."

She cleared her throat, but I could sense the smile and tears of joy through the cord.

"It isn't easy. But you will get through it just fine. Have you seen a doctor?"

"No." I said. "I'm supposed to go tomorrow, actually."

"That's great. Make sure to get some vitamins. And you need to eat very healthy."

I sighed as she went on, applying the final touches to the now shiny green package.

"How far along are you?"

That question caught me off guard. I had to think. I found out about...ten weeks ago.

"Ten weeks."

"You still haven't seen a doctor! Katniss! You did tell Peeta, didn't you?"

Silence.

"Didn't you! Oh, Katniss. You need to tell him. He'll find out eventually, and then he'll be angry with you."

Just then, Peeta had walked in the door.

"Mom, I'll talk to you later. Peeta just came home."

"I'm not kidding, Katniss. You had better tell him."

"Bye. Love you."

I hung up the phone and proceeded over to my husband, who was covered in flour. I brushed his blonde hair back and peered into his bright blue eyes. Maybe our baby would have those.

"How was work?" I asked softly, bringing a tender kiss to his lips.

"I had a lot of orders to work on. Big ones. But they weren't that bad. Just messy." He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. How long before my thin frame would become a thick one?

"I have our gift ready. For Mr. Odair." I said suddenly. "I didn't really know what to get him but I saw this little statue of a man with a trident and all I could think of was Finnick."

Peeta smiled. "I'm sure he'll love it, since he never got to meet his Dad."

"I'm pregnant." I blurted out suddenly. I covered my mouth with my hands.

Peeta's jaw suddenly dropped as he stammered out, "Wha...what did you say?"

"I'm...we're having a baby, Peeta. We're having a baby."