A/N: I'm new to the Hunger Games fandom. I know, why just now? Well, I live under a rock. Better late than never, right? Anywhoos, to the story ahead! : )

"If it weren't for the baby."

Those words are still ringing in my head. Peeta was always good with words. And now, he has done it. He has definitely defied the Capitol. Just by the audience's reactions, I'm certain now they realize how sick the Games are. Furious shrieks of 'what would happen to the baby?' still echo in my mind. To the people in the Districts, surely they'd believe this to be a publicity stunt of some sort. But they'd agree this is an event that triggers District uprisings.

It is laughable even now. How berries started all of this. Add Cinna's latest creation: a marvelous mockingjay dress and voila, rebellion. I had to laugh. It's the only thing holding me back from insanity. The fate of Panem lies on two sixteen year olds from District 12. A simple gesture or even a word, if it's the right word, could possibly incite hundreds of deaths and beatings. Peeta and I are the districts' source of inspiration. Easy proof that if mere kids from the country's poorest district could defy the Capitol, why couldn't they? Especially when they are bigger, stronger, and plentier.

I can still hear in my head the Capitol audience protesting and screaming how the Games are inhumane and twisted. I snort. The Hunger Games have been in existence for seventy- four years and they complain now? Sometimes, I cannot decide whether to abhor or feel pity for the Capitol citizens. With all the extreme surgery and tattoos, it has obviously affected their way of thinking. But at least even the most Hunger Games- loving, bet- making citizen has realized.

Yet in spite of their numerous objections, President Snow would never cancel his beloved Hunger Games. Haymitch told me before. This poses as a huge dilemma for me. With the baby and all.

After looking helplessly at Cinna punished by Peacekeepers before I emerge to my plate above, I remind myself to be strong. For Peeta. This is all for Peeta.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-fifth Hunger Games begin!" Claudius Templesmith booms.

I ready myself on my designated plate, waiting for sixty seconds to be up. The Gamemakers and President Snow are watching me intently and planning my death right now. I examine the area. Water surrounding the Cornucopia forty yards away and tributes surrounding it. I can't see Peeta. Though I know he's in the arena ready to risk his life for me. Doing what I'm supposed to do for him. I know the cameras are watching my every move, taking in my unforgiving face. So I rub my belly momentarily not only for the cameras but as a measure of good luck.

Because Peeta had not lied.

A/N: This was written at 1 in the morning. I'm an insomniac and I got bored so, ta-da! Whoopee! A story was born! :D

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