I feel my face go pale as her words sink in. My once red-hot skin felt cold.

No. She was wrong. I was not pregnant. I couldn't be. It's just a coincidence. My period will come in a couple days. It's just a coincidence.

And to be pregnant you would have to…

It happened once. We were on the train, the night we were leaving district 11. My brain was drowned in the broken images of Rue and Thresh's families, accompanied by the man who had just got shot because of his act of rebellion.
And I was the reason why he did it.

I had woken up, sweaty and panting, screaming after a particularly bad nightmare. I shot up, my brain whirring with aftermath of the dream. I was shaking when Peeta barged through the door, worry written on his face.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice frantic. His blue eyes study me, trying to see what was wrong.

"Just a nightmare." I say, my voice shaky as I tried to reassure him. I wipe a strand of sweaty, dark-colored hair out of my face.

He nods, "Alright. Try to go back to sleep."
I nod back quietly, lying back down. The mattress instantly absorbs my body.

He turns around to leave. But just before he walks through the doorway, I stop him.

"Peeta?" I ask, my voice sounding just like it did when I was a child, "Will you stay with me?"

His blue eyes sparkle from across the room, and my heart swelled. "Of course." He mutters, his voice full of love. He walks back over, climbing under the sheets next to me.

"Always."

I am brought back to reality, my mother staring at me with her piercing eyes.

I can't bring myself to look at Peeta. Because the possibility of me being pregnant becomes more and more real.

"I'll be right back." My mother says quietly, and I can hear the coolness in her voice. But there's something else.

Disappointment.

She leaves the room, leaving me and Peeta alone. I shift my body on the bed so he couldn't see my face anymore.

"Katniss-"He begins, but I quickly cut him off.

"Peeta, please." I say, my voice shaking as tears threat to break loose. I felt completely ashamed. Even if I wasn't pregnant, my mother always warned me never to go do that with someone. She first told me when I started hanging out in the woods with Gale.

Gale.

Guilt twists in my heart. I had promised myself that no matter what, my heart belonged to him.

But I lied. To myself and him.

My mother quietly reappears in the room, holding what seems to be a stick in her hand. I recognize it as a pregnancy test; the ones she gave to her patients to use.

He walks over and hands it over quietly to me. "Katniss, I need you to go and use this in the bathroom." She says, her voice cold like ice.

I take the device quietly in my hand and stand up, still avoiding Peeta's stare even though I can feel it burning through my back, right into my heart.

I walk slowly to the bathroom, my knees shaking with every step. I lock the door behind me and read the instructions over, examining the contraption.

As I follow what it tells me, my mind whirs with the thought of the reality if I really was.

Because if I was going to have a baby, it would be coming in the games with me.

I lurch forward, the thought almost making my vomit.

After I finish, the final step is to wait.

I place it on the sink counter as I clutch the edges of it with my hands, my knuckles turning white. I hear soft murmuring from my bedroom, but my thoughts flush it out. Every worst scenario that could happen racks my brain.

The baby starving. The baby getting reaped. Me not being there for the baby. Losing the baby. Forced to give up the baby. The baby hating its parents.

The baby and I not getting out of the games because I already made the deal with Haymitch to get Peeta out of the games alive.

I finally throw up into the sink.

Because if I was pregnant, I wasn't able to guarantee the safety of this baby already.

I look up at the small clock on the wall to see about 10 minutes has gone by. I feel my stomach sink as I realize that the test probably would have gotten through already.

I rack up enough courage to reach out a shaky hand, grabbing the test from the sink.

I close my eyes and hold it up to my face. I say a silent prayer in my head before I open my eyes.

Two lines.

Positive.

I am pregnant.

I drop to the ground on my knees, shaking as my body racks with sobs. I bury my face in my hands, hot, wet, tears dripping down my cheeks.

There's frantic pounding on the door and the rough voice of Peeta and the cold voice of my mother are heard.

"Katniss, open up!" I hear Peeta command, his voice on the edge of hysteria.

But I don't. I sit on the cold tiles of the bathroom, my body convulsing with sobs as I stare through my fingers at my stomach where my baby forms.