A/N: Hey guys, I'm still having a blast with this. FYI This chapter mentions some (erm… well you know how babies are made, lol). Thanks to all my followers and reviewers, I never expected this to take off so quickly. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of The Hunger Games or its characters.

From last time:

Mother catches up to me before dinner and only says "We need to talk." I stare into her eyes and see the same look of anger and sadness she had before my first Games. It's clear she knows something is up and I'm going to have to come clean.

"Katniss, what's going on? And don't say it's nothing, I know you haven't been sleeping at night." Oh no! I think She's onto me. What should I do, what can I tell her? I think, as I gulp at her asking. I try to find the right words, the right way to say it but nothing comes to mind.

Instead, I sit and stare back at her. "It would be easier if you could tell me. You're not yourself lately." she sighs. For whatever reason, this angers me as I rise. "Not myself lately?! I've been through two Hunger Games, Peeta was taken by the capitol and I'm, I'm…" I trail off, not wanting to finish the rest.

"You're what? Katniss!" mother yells "Tell me this instant!" Tears begin to form in my eyes, as I barely manage to choke out "I'm pregnant." Mother looks shocked for a moment and then softens her gaze on me. "Is it Peeta's?" I nod, overcome with tears as I bury my face into my shirt.

I'm not one to cry, but the weight of everything has finally hit me. What if I have to raise this child myself without Peeta? Is mother ashamed of me? Mother only asks why I didn't tell her earlier and I shake my head. "I never wanted to have kids, not in a world like this." I manage to spit out.

She doesn't say anything else before she's called back to the hospital. I find my way into another supply closet and stay there for a while. I think back to one of the last nights before the Quarter Quell. It was so cold that night, Peeta and I longed for each other's warmth.

We kissed and before I knew it, we both woke up naked but happy. I never expected to get pregnant, especially for my first time. I never wanted to have kids I think But maybe it was meant to be. Between the Games and keeping my family alive, I've never understood how other teenagers could be so naïve.

They were careless, reckless at times. They stayed up late and always had plenty to eat. What it must be like to not wonder where your next meal comes from, I don't know. I dream of a place where Peeta and I and our child can be happy and live in peace.

Whatever happens, I have to make sure my child never has to be a part of the Hunger Games. I must find a way to end them and the only way to do that is to continue being the Mockingjay. I try to remember this as my prep team attempts to remake me to be the Mockingjay.

We make our way to the dining hall, where bowls of okra stew await us. The smell alone is enough to make me feel nauseous but the sliminess of it doesn't help either. I manage to eat my portion and find my way to the bathroom. I'm still determined to find this as long as possible, especially from Coin.

Gale and I make our way down to see Beetee in Special Defense. He brings us both bows that we try out. I make my way back to my prep team and try to film a short propo. I try to muster all I can, but dead silence continues on for a while until I hear a laugh.

Over the intercom, I hear Haymitch's voice. It makes me angry, furious really to think of him still being a part of my life. The next morning, I'm called to a meeting in Command lead by Haymitch. He shows the footage shot yesterday, where both my body and my voice seem shaky.

He goes around the room asking people to name times when they were genuinely moved by me. It feels weird to think about it really, though maybe Peeta was right. I have no idea that effect I can have. My holding out the berries in my first Games means different things for people.

Love for Peeta. My refusal to give in to impossible odds. Deviance against the Capitol. Then Haymitch suggests something unexpected; he wants to put me in actual combat. Gale argues that people think I'm pregnant. Oh God I think If only he knew…

Plutarch says he'll spread the word that I had a miscarriage, but I wonder what he will say when he knows I'm pregnant for real. I'm going to hide it as long as I can for my own sake, but what will I say about going into combat. I blurt out that I want to go because, yes part of me does.

The other part of me knows that if I slip up, if I don't perform well…We're all dead, simple as that. Haymitch asks to speak with me privately, so I try to let go of my nerves. Gale stays by my side and I hope Haymitch will figure out he doesn't know.