Okay, hello everyone!

I'm so sorry that I have taken so long to update, it's a very busy period for me. With exams and all coming up.

First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for the many reviews. I really appreciate it. If you have submitted a signed review, I will reply you soon (if I haven't already done so). Those who submitted an anonymous review (i.e. not signed), please read below.

So, thank you for all your votes. I have decided to continue the story via the yellow plot. No idea what I'm talking about? Read on to find out.

WAIT! Before you start, let me get things straight. I will not kill their baby. I will not kill Katniss and Peeta's baby. NEVER. Either way the plot went, their child WOULD NOT have died. Geddit?

Okay, so now we can start. Enjoy!

When I wake up, the sun is already high in the afternoon sky. I clutch my stomach in agony. What is happening to me? Why is this happening to me? Why did I suddenly start having cramps? What is happening to my baby? Peeta sees me and offers me a drink of water. I see in his eyes immediately that something is different.
He knows. How he figured out, I cannot tell. His brain must have put 2 and 2 together. Either that or Haymitch told him. He figured out that I couldn't possibly have been faking the cramps and fainting. He knows the truth, knows that I am pregnant, knows about the baby. Knows that it is true, knows it was not a lie, knows that right now yet another life is in danger. Another life that will be saved if I live. No. I can't have him thinking that way.

"Peeta," I groan as I sit up. "I need to...to tell you that...there is something that you must..."

"Calm down love, everything will be alright." Peeta tries to reassure me. But I am unconvinced.

"Where are the rest?" I demand to know.

Except for me and Peeta, the camp looks deserted. A horrible and frightening thought jumps inside my head. Could they have finally realised what a liability I am to them and broken off the alliance? Then what about Haymitch? Had he abandoned us too? I stare horrified at Peeta with the sudden realisation that without allies, we would die.

"Lie back down Katniss," he insists. "You need to look after our child. They just went to look for food. Mags is over there."

I see the old lady sitting in a corner, pounding at a piece of bark in one of her tightly woven baskets. How had I missed her before? She is more of an asset than me. More useful than me. She will live, not me. No. This will not do. Think positively Katniss, ignore the hormones.

Something Peeta said pricks my mind. What was it? Our child. Peeta said our child. I realise that he loves this baby, he wants he/her. He is not rejecting me, he is not angry with me for not telling him the truth. I look into his eyes, amid all the questions of Why? and How? I see love, he loves me, loves our child, and is overjoyed at his/her real existence.

Relief and joy fill me and overwhelm me, I am beyond happy. All my worries drift away in the knowledge that Peeta now knows the truth. Everything will turn out to be all right.
Except for one thing... The stomach cramps still have not stopped. They continue coming in waves. Just when I think the worse is over, I will end up doubling over once again, in pain.

"Mags is preparing something, a herbal concoction, to prevent you from...miscarrying."

Peeta's voice cuts into me deeply, filling me with dread. Miscarry. I'm going to lose this baby, lose my precious child. I cannot let this happen.
No herbal concoction is going to save me, that much I know. I remember once in a while back in district 12, a pregnant woman having cramps would come to my mother for help. But there was nothing that could be done. My mom would try her best to save both mother and child, but more than often, the child would end up dying. I would keep a stone face, keeping in my anguish and escape to the woods to hunt. I remember the pity and sadness I felt for those women. This time it is different. The anguish I felt then, is now multiplied by a 10 times, a 100 times, in the knowledge that my baby will not survive. I need medicine straight away, strong medicine, made in the capitol. But no one is going to sponsor me, It is clear that I will not win the games. I have to do something about that. No sponsors means no gifts. And everyone knows that no gifts mean a lower chance of survival. I can't risk putting Peeta's life in danger with my weakness. I have to do something to make the sponsors see me as Katniss, the girl on fire, once again.

Something pricks my memory from the previous games, something Haymitch said. I decide to try this tactic.

"Peeta," I whisper. "I have something to tell, well show you."

I lift up my shirt to let him feel the new swell of my belly, to let him see our child.

"I...it's been 5 months." I manage. "Do you want boy or a girl," I ask hesitantly.

Peeta's wide smile fills me with joy. I feel like jumping up and down, running around and shrieking with happiness. He is interested in our child, he wants he/her.

"I want a girl." He says. "A pretty girl with brown curly hair and blue eyes. She'll be perfect. She'll be ours."

"She'll be ours." I agree.

At that moment Haymich and the rest arrive back with some freshly caught rabbits. They all respond differently to this scene. Annie strokes my tummy in her quiet thoughtful way while Finnick congratulates Peeta. Haymitch however, is looking at me with a smug look on his face, written all over it is the message of I knew it. This turned out better than I could have hoped for.

Amid all my happiness, I realise this is by no means a solution. I still need that medicine, or my child will never live to see the world. Is my plan not working? But suddenly my sharp ears detect something, just the slightest of a rustle. I put out my hands just as the silver parachute floats down and lands there perfectly. Our first gift from Effie.

Okay, so I know this chapter is not very impressive. Well, I rushed it out as fast as I could and didn't really have time for much revising. But nontheless, I still put in a lot of time and effort and I hope you take the effort to review once more. Thank you everyone so far for all your marvelous reviews.

Now, those who sibmitted a non-signed review, read below

Hi stephanie, like I mentioned above, I would NEVER. So don't worry.

To ilovemycrazygoofywierdfriends, firstly, thanks so much for taking the time to give me ideas. Secondly, I don't know if you'll ever see this but, you seriously need to get a fanfiction account and submit signed reviews so I can reply to you in private. I can't say too much without revealing the plot but all I can say is your review is more than spot on.

Well thank you folks, do review and I'll try to update soon. :)