The vomit spilled out of me, with the contents of the morning's breakfast. Payback.

Once I got up from my crouching position, I eyed my mother angrily, "I told you!"

She was staring, like I'd just grown armpit hair down to my knees, "Training's canceled for today. For me and you. We're going to the flat."

She grabbed my wrist and pulled me along. Her boney fingers, laced around my thin, frail wrist made me uncomfortable. My mother never held me like this.

"Mom!" I yelled, as I wriggled around in her grasp. She wouldn't budge.

"I'm assuming you don't have the flu."

I raised an eyebrow.

"I'm also assuming you're not a virgin."

There's no way mom can know about the baby. None.

I didn't respond and bit my lower lip. My mother turned to me and looked me directly in the eyes, "Are you a virgin, Ashes?"

I blinked rapidly, and finally gulped. I found the strength to rip free from her grip. I gave her an odd look, I was sure.

I threw myself into the room and locked the door behind me. What would I do if mom found out? What would she do to Axle?

Then something else hit me.

The Capital's idea of fashion statements. Tight clothes that showed me off. And their drama that they ate up with their hummus and crackers.

I'd watched my father's second interview with Ceaser. And I knew exactly what he had done. It had been a lie but he'd done it well.

"If it weren't for the baby."

What if Axle let the news loose? I knew that even if he didn't, it would probably manage to get out sometime. Maybe I needed him to. Maybe I could manage to get some sponsors that would gladly help me in my times of need. That would be great. But the Capital didn't always play by those rules, and me being hated by some of the Capital, for being merely the procreation of Peeta and Katniss, getting a sponsor would be ten times harder than a little beautiful girl from District Four, with whatsoever nothing to be holding her down.

I flopped backside down on the bed and closed my eyelids. Sleep finally came.

But it wasn't peaceful.

"Axle!" I screamed. "Axle!"

I looked around. We were in a foresty area, in a dark black cave. A small fire sat before me, raging on. I rubbed my hands against each other and then breathed heavily into them. It was almost impossible to keep warm.

My clothes were soaked, so that added to the troubles.

Why were they wet?

I touched the crouch of my pants. The wet laid on my fingers. It was sticky and felt thick. I brought my hand up and looked at my fingers.

Blood. Sappy and red.

I looked down. I couldn't see anything but a black fabric, overly stretched and a silver zipper. I placed a hand over the fabric. It was solid, and a baby bump.

Suddenly, a wave of pain shocked through my body. I screamed loudly, a high shrill running through the air.

"Axle!"

Suddenly, I heard padding footsteps, running into the cave. It was Axle. He held a small rabbit in one hand.

He rushed to my side. "Oh…"

I nodded, as I brushed back a piece of my hair. "Axle, Axle…"

Axle looked at me and gulped. He tore my pants, so I was setting on the cold cave floor, half naked. He looked up, his eyes as big as saucers, "Baby!"

I woke up to screaming.

And banging on the door.

I sprang up from my bed and leaped off the covers. I was confused as I saw the time that was projecting on the ceiling from the bedside clock. It was only three. Training ended at three thirty. Why was I home?

"Ashes Elizabeth Mellark!" my mother's voice registered into my mind and suddenly, everything sprang back into my memory. Me vomiting at training, my mother canceling training.

I walked over to the door.

"Ashes, open the door!" she yelled, banging on the door. "This is important!"

I opened the door, just a crack, peeking at her, "Yeah?"

"Open the door, Ashes."

"Am I in trouble?"

My mother's eyes narrowed as she looked me up and down, "That depends. Open the door."

I opened the door, sighing as she defeated me and walked back to the bed, sitting down.

She sat down next to me and looked at me, "Ash," she whispered, "training…what happened today?"

"I got sick?" I said, unsure if it was the right answer.

"I'm not going to let it dangle any longer, Ashy." My mother said, using the nickname I'd acquired from her a long time ago. "Are you…are you…"

"Am I what?"

"Are you pregnant?"

A/N: I am so pleased to post this tonight! It's its purely you guys! It's been done since last night, but I was gonna make you wait. I went out for pizza and the review thing was like 17. I came home (from a night of fun screaming, lol with my friend and parents) and it was 27! You guys make me so happy! Thank you! I hope you like it. And I'm sorry, it's another cliff hanger. Hey, it's Easter in two hours. Maybe I'll be nice and post another chapter at 12:30 or something. Maybe… - Haley xoxo. 3 ily.