I'm considering making this into a story depending on if anyone is interested in it. It could end up being a one-shot if no one likes it. Please review so I know what to do with this because I have so many ideas for it. (also, if anyone has any ideas, feel free to PM me anytime)

My name is Katniss Mellark. I am 21 years old. I live in District 12. I got married to Peeta Mellark a few hours ago.

I'm still in shock that I am married to someone as amazing as Peeta. When I was a teenager, I swore I'd never get married or have children because I didn't want them to grow up in this horrible world. Even though Panem is much different than it used to be, I still don't want children. The thing is, Peeta has his heart set out on having kids. I had sarcastically joked about Peeta's desire for children a few weeks before the wedding. Little did I know how much my joke would later cost me.

"Katniss, I have to ask you a question. Before you answer, please think it through first, okay?"

"Okay." I already knew what he was going to ask and I didn't want to talk about it. I stood there with my arms crossed and a scowl on my face.

"You can't ignore me every time this subject comes up, Katniss. We're getting married in a month and I-"

"Peeta, seriously. As much as you bring it up, you'd think it would be your dying wish to have kids. You know I don't ever want children. You have known that since we were teenagers."

I never will forget the hurt look on Peeta's face as he gave up on his argument. I didn't expect him to do that so soon.

He put his hands around my torso and held me close.

"I'm sorry, but Katniss please look me in the eyes."

When I refuse to do so, he gently puts two fingers under my chin and lifts it up for me.

"Katniss, it is my dying wish."

I stood there looking like an idiot, my mouth open wide like the letter "O."

I wanted an explanation, why did he say that having children was his dying wish?

Peeta is perfectly healthy. Sure, he has a prosthetic leg, but he's strong. What does he mean?

Before I could speak, Haymitch rudely barged into the room.

"I got a phone call earlier from someone you two used to know. She sounded ecstatic about the "star-crossed lovers wedding and wanted to help."

"Who?" Peeta asked for me.

"Effie." Haymitch grinned like he had done us a great favor.

I thought that Peeta and I would get a chance to talk about it again, but we never did. Neither of us wanted a big wedding, but Effie, being from the Capitol, insisted on a extravagant event. So, we were kept very busy. When Peeta wasn't working at the bakery, he was off preparing for the wedding ceremony. We barely saw each other that month and by the time he came home every night, I was already asleep.

Now, we're in the Capitol for a honeymoon. No one in District 12 ever has honeymoons, but Effie said that everyone in the Capitol does. I'm not from the Capitol and frankly I wanted to yell at Effie because the last place I wanted to have a honeymoon or anything was in the Capitol. I have too many bad memories associated with that place and I hate being here.

Peeta walked into our room, saw the look on my face, and frowned sympathetically.

"I know neither of us wanted our wedding to be a big event or to be here in the Capitol, but at least we're together."

"Peeta, I haven't gotten to talk to you in a month and now we have all the time in the world together, but you disappeared after the wedding. What's going on?"

Peeta walks to the window, contemplating the right words to say.

"Katniss, I love you, but I haven't been completely honest with you," he admits looking me directly in the eyes. "I went to the doctor six weeks ago for a check up and they told me something was wrong." I stood up and walked over to him, knowing that something was very wrong indeed. "I refused to believe them so I kept going back and they kept running tests. I met with a different doctor today and he told me the same thing that the others had said."

I must look very worried because Peeta squeezes both my hands.

"There is a disease that a cure has never been found for. It's been around before Panem existed. In North America, they called it leukemia."