We were set to leave for the tour at 11, but first they would want to film Peeta and me at our home in district 12. Cinna had already arrived at my house and was just finishing with me when Effie said it was time. I walked to my front door and walked outside with the camera following me as I walked to the middle of the space between Peeta's house and my house. Peeta met me in the middle of as we embraced, slipped. We laughed gently before I brought my lips down on his as we kissed in front of the cameras. When we stood up I apologized to Ceaser for the wait and he laughed it off as he ended the broadcast.
"Nice acting," Peeta said, looking hurt. "I almost thought that kiss was real."
With that we were then ushered to the train station where we boarded the train and headed off to district 11. When we got there, Effie handed Peeta the cards to read off of. We stepped out onto the stage and looked at everyone, but what caught my attention was the picture of Rue, displayed behind her family. I wasn't even listening as Peeta put the cards down and started speaking of his own freewill. I had only started paying attention when he announced he would like to give a month of our winnings with the fallen tribute's families for the rest of our lives. We turned to walk off the stage but I couldn't walk back into the building. I turned back around and walked to the mic.
"I did know Rue," I wasnt aware of what I was saying, "She wasn't just my ally, she was my friend. I see her in the flowers that grow in the Meadow by my house. I see her in the Mockingjays that sing in the trees. I see her in my sister Prim. She was too young, too gentle. And I couldn't save her. I'm sorry"
I didn't even know I was saying anything until I had finished and I heard the whistle tune of Rue and me, and saw and elderly man placing three fingers to his lips and raising them into the air, which was followed by all the other citizens. Peeta and me where ushered off stage as the man was brought on and shot. I screamed and fought against the peace keepers, until Haymitch got a hold of me.
That night I had a dream, I woke up and screamed. Peeta ran into my room, to make sure I was okay. I informed him it was just a dream, but as he turned to go I asked him to stay with me, and he did. I awoke and felt a pillow under my head, even though I'd fallen asleep on Peeta's chest. I got up and changed clothes then walked out to the dining car where everyone was.
"So nice of you to join us," Haymitch said, "Now I understand that the lives of your families all depend on if you can convince Snow of your love or not, am I correct?"
"Yes," Peeta answered for me.
"Well I believe that an engagement would be somewhere close by now, so tonight once Ceaser interviews you two together, Peeta should propose. Then the capitol would focus on the wedding."
"But what if that doesn't work. It would just give him another reason to kill me."
"Katniss this isn't just about you anymore."
"Peeta is right Katniss. This might be the only reason he'd have not to kill you."
"What about after the wedding? He won't leave us alone."
" We can always make something else up. Fake a pregnancy or something."
"You can't fake a pregnancy. Because eventually I'd have to have the baby."
"Then we could say we lost it."
"Or you could actually get her pregnant."
"What," Peeta and me said at the same time.
"That could work," Peeta said slowly.
"What could work," Effie said walking up behind us.
"Katniss being pregnant," Haymitch answered and the he started to tell her about the plan.
"That's actually a good Idea, but it would make more since if she conceived the baby during the tour," Effie suggested.
"Don't I get a say in this? It is my body, and it would be my child. Besides the baby would grow up in district 12," no point in adding I'd told Gale I was never having children.
"Katniss it would be my baby too," Peeta said giving me a soft smile and touching my leg gently, "but I do think actually getting her pregnant is stupid."
"The pregnancy thing is stupid," I yelled before storming off, however it seemed like the odds were, once again, not in my favor.
`Later on that night Effie came to get me for the interview. I once again let Peeta do all the talking, however I answered one of Ceasers questions and as I turned around, pretending to be suprised, saw Peeta down on one knee asking me to marry him as he took my hand. Of course I said yes and was happy as he slid the ring on my finger then he stood up and kissed me. I kissed back, not because I knew I had to, but because I actually wanted to, I actually felt this kiss.