We decided to wait until morning to talk to Haymitch, so Peeta and I crawled back into bed to try and get some sleep. After all, it was still very late. I felt a little bad for fighting with him, and I could tell he did too. But I couldn't help myself. Peeta knew I was stubborn, especially towards things like this. He held my hand as we drifted off into our dreams that were once nightmares.

In the morning, after Peeta had prepared us a small breakfast, we dressed and headed over across the lot to Haymitch's house. We were also going to bring him a loaf of bread too, because I hadn't seen him in a while. It was a little chilly outside, but not too bad. I was thankful that Peeta was holding my hand as we walked. I think he had forgiven me, but I wasn't so sure. We hadn't spoke to each other all morning, all we did was share a kiss. I think maybe that he was just worried about me, and about our families. But that was understandable... I just didn't like fighting with him, it made me feel weird.

"Are you okay?" Peeta finally asks, making me sigh of relief because he was finally talking to me. We were about halfway across the lot, when he turned around to face me, making me look into those baby blues that were on his face. It was nice, I'll admit, knowing that he wasn't angry with me anymore.

"I'm fine." I say, just wanting to get over to Haymitch's house so we can discuss our plan.

"Are you sure?" He asked again, squeezing my hand as if to add emphasis to his question.

I nod, "Are you okay?" I mimic his question.

"Just worried about you." He answered almost immediately. I frown because I did not want him to worry about me. I really was fine, the baby was fine, we were all fine. But sometimes, Peeta could be such a worry wart, it was just part of his personality. That was something I didn't really like about him, but it was sweet nonetheless, him always checking on me like that.

I unlink our hands and reach out to stroke the smooth skin of his cheek. He leans into the touch and smiles slightly. "I'm fine, Peeta." I tell him honestly. "I promise. If anything was wrong, I would tell you." I add on and he nods understanding. He knows that I am telling the truth because he knows that I would never lie to him.

"Okay." He nods, and he takes my hand again, and we continue on the walk to Haymitch's.

We finally reach his front door, and I stand behind as I watch Peeta knock on the door. It was still pretty early in the morning so Haymitch might have still been sleeping. We wait a few minutes, and Peeta knocks again. Still no answer. "Try the door." I say, and Peeta obliges, and we discover that the door is already unlocked. I followed Peeta inside the door, and instantly I feel the need to vomit as the smell of liquor fills my nostrils.

Haymitch's house is extremely filthy, and the smell is just repulsive. There are dirty clothes lying out and about, empty liquor bottles strung out everywhere. There is nothing clean in sight, and finally, we find Haymitch passed out at the kitchen table once again. Drinking was one of his awful habits that Peeta and I tried to help stop. It was hopeless though, because Haymitch did not want to stop drinking.

"Haymitch!" Peeta shouts as I am trying to open up windows to clear out the smell of alcohol. I turn around to see my husband shaking our mentor violently, but he still remains asleep. I wasn't sure what would wake Haymitch up. Peeta then goes to the sink, and starts to fill up a cup of water, and I know that he is going to dump it on Haymitch.

"Peeta... Don't." I said simply, but Peeta shrugs and dumps the glass of water on him anyway. He jolts awake, dripping wet, but at least he is awake. The sooner we had this talk, the better it would be for all of us, because we needed a plan, and quick too.

"What the hell?" Haymitch demands.

"We need to talk, now." Peeta replied. Immediately, Haymitch's eyes dart over to me, and it seems as if they are angry. I don't know why, because I never did anything to him.

"You didn't tell her, did you?" He asks, and Peeta nods.

"I had to, she asked... And she doesn't want to go to district thirteen." Peeta says. I am standing there right in between them, and they are talking as if I'm not even there. Peeta is defending me though, and I am thankful for that because we all know that Haymitch can be very stubborn sometimes.

"Well that's too bad." Haymitch says simply. "We'll go to district thirteen whether she likes it or not."

"And let innocent people die?" I shout out.

"You'll die if you stay here!" He yells right back. I know he is right, but I also know that this isn't the right thing to do. It is cowardly, and I don't like it one bit. Peeta looks over at me, to make sure I am okay, and I know that he can see the hurt on my face.

"Can't we compromise?" Peeta asked.

"Compromise?"

"What if we take our families to district thirteen first, so they are safe, and if Katniss wants to come back, we can... Does that sound like a fair deal?" Peeta asks, and I watch as I see Haymitch contemplating the plan. I do like that idea, because then I can come back to the rest of the districts and help out if I need to.

"Okay." Haymitch nods. "If this is going to be a full on rebellion, we need to be prepared." And I know that I need to get the ones I love to safety, and fast.