FIRST HUNGER GAMES FANFIC! YAY! :D I had this idea, but I don't want to write it all out unless people are going to read it, so read it and tell me if you want more!
All my worst fears had come true. Prim was dead. Gale and my mother were far away. And now I was pregnant. I had suspected so for a while (I never missed a period), but now that I had just wretched up my breakfast into Haymitch's toilet, I was certain.
"Katniss?" My mentor called. "You o.k.?"
"I'm fine!" I grimaced, leaning back against the wall. I struggled to my feet and opened the door. To my surprise, Haymitch was smiling.
"I didn't think you were a big drinker!" He snickered.
"I'm not hung over Haymitch" I growled.
His smiled faded and his eyes softened in concern. In the four years since I first entered the Games, Haymitch had become almost like a second father to me.
"Are you sick Sweetheart?" He asked softly, "Maybe you should call your mom…"
I cut him off before he could finish. "I'm not sick….Not exactly." I paused as another wave of nausea twisted my stomach. I clutched my stomach. How long would this last?
Haymitch watched me intensely, his eyes wide with realization. "Does Bread Boy know?"
I was so deep in thought, I barely heard him. My mind swirled around a central vision that had haunted me ever since my days in the arena. Although the Capitol was no longer in power, and the Hunger Games had stopped, I felt this…pang of fear and loss in my heart that was 100 times more painful than Rue, or even Prim. I felt this overwhelming sense of doom for the baby inside of me. My baby. Peeta's baby.
"No." I answered hoarsely. I lifted my eyes to his and my voice trembled when I spoke. "I'm scared Haymitch."
He placed a hand on my shoulder. "You don't need to be afraid, Katniss. The capitol is gone. No one is going to hurt you." The edge of his mouth curved up into a lopsided grin. "Besides, I kept you alive this long, I wouldn't dare let anything hurt our Mockingjay now."
I smiled weakly and wiped my eyes. "Thanks."
He chuckled, "Now go on, get outta here and tell the boy!"
I shook my head. "Not yet. It's too soon. I…I want to be absolutely sure." I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and slung my game bag over my shoulder.
I smiled to myself as I ran home to call my mother.
