This is my new Hunger Games story, Forever and Always. Hope you like it.

Katniss' POV

I watched with bated breath as the newly delivered news from the doctor coursed through me, drowning me in its own pool of depression and shock. I was pregnant. I fought the urge to cry. Most married women would be thrilled to find out they were pregnant. But I wasn't. Because it reminded me of a night I very much wanted to forget. It had been a few months ago. Not long really, four months to be accurately exact. It was when Gale had announced that he was leaving. That was the end of the rebellion, and that was when Prim had recently died. Prim. My heart clenched at just the mere sound of her name. I missed her so much that it was like an aching pain that wouldn't heal. It was like there was a continuous never-ending river inside my head that constantly flooded her memories. Like the sound of her sweet, high-pitched laugh or her perfect aquamarine blue crystal eyes that twinkled when she was happy. I had been sad and depressed and we had both needed a release. With our fueled and unstable emotions, we finally did it. Gale left afterwards and I had gotten married to Peeta so there was no time to think about it again. I didn't regret it at all. But today was a different story.

"Katniss, are you okay?" Peeta's voice rang out, sounding both worried about me and excited about the news. Oh, Peeta, I thought, if only you knew what happened between me and Gale. Peeta didn't suspect anything. We were married; it was natural for us to sex. It was expected to happen.

"Peeta, she's just shocked about the news. You must make sure that she has no stress and pressure as this affects the baby's health," the doctor said. No pressure? My heart was already beating one hundred miles a minute, for crying out loud! I sobbed softly. These days I couldn't hold on to my emotions anymore. It was like one day I was an impassive rock and the next I was a total watering pot.

"Oh, yes. Crying is normal, as of course, her emotions are very unstable," Unstable? Yeah, that was a good word for it.

"Come on, babe," Peeta said in a soft gentle voice that I did nothing to deserve, "Let's go home," I looked up and forced a smile.

"Sure," I said.

"I love you," he whispered, and hugged me gently.

"I love you too," I whispered back, wondering how much of that was real.

Two weeks later

Two weeks passed in a blur. Peeta tried to focus on me and his job. He was the District 12 representative for the officials and he made reports about the District and so forth. I didn't like to bother him, so I told him I would be just fine on my own. By now, rumours of my pregnancy had already ran rampant all through Panem. Effie comes by to help me almost every day, telling me all the gossip. She was married to Haymitch now. As much as it kind of unnerved me, it was the way it was. Today was no different than usual. Effie talked about scandalous affairs of Capitol citizens.

"What about Gale?" I interrupted suddenly. Effie stopped in the middle of her sentence.

"Well, um, he's one of the representatives for District 13," she said. A few moments of silence was shared, until we heard a knock on the door. I got up carefully, and walked to the door. I opened it. There were no words to describe the feelings that conflicted inside me. Standing outside the door was the face I couldn't possibly forget.

"Gale" I said.

So, first chapter. Tell me if to continue?