Warning: Frank discussion of a woman's right to choose in this chapter. Reader discretion is advised.

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Brand New Breeze
by FanficAllergy & RoseFyre

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Chapter Eleven: Safe and Sound

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Last Time in Brand New Breeze:

We make it home late that day. The sun's almost set and I would've insisted we stop earlier, but I knew we were close. I sing out the chorus of the Valley Song as a recognition signal, so that they know it's us. The last thing we want is to get an arrow in the knee by Rory or Prim defending the cave.

As we get near, I hear my sister calling out. "They're back, they're back! Katniss and Peeta and Gale are home!"

I smile at the thought. She's right. I take Peeta and Gale's hands in mine.

I am home.

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The end of summer signals a new phase in our life here at the cave. We still hunt some, but only if anyone is having any particular cravings.

We spend several hours every day gathering the fruits and nuts that are in season to add to our already overflowing stores. Rory and Prim keep protesting that we need to stop, but I won't let us. We have no idea how much food we're going to need over the coming winter or how long winters are in this area. There's no guarantee we'll be able to hunt game. And there's absolutely no way we'll be able to fish.

I can tell that Peeta and Gale are indulging me. They don't think we'll need this much food, and Peeta and my mother are very careful to keep checking our stores daily for any signs of rot or spoilage. Vermin aren't much of an issue, mostly thanks to Buttercup. Dandelion isn't much use, but she does a good job of flushing any rodents for Buttercup to kill. The cats don't even try to raid our stores because they, like us, are going to bed with full bellies every day.

So it's surprising to me that I've had more hollow days lately, where I can't seem to eat enough. But for the first time in my life I can actually try to satiate my need, there's plenty of food for me to eat. Peeta seems to take great pleasure in feeding me on my hollow days, serving up a spicy tomato and bean stew with cornbread. He's managed to make yeast out of some of our potato crop and together with the corn and other things we've found, we're finally able to start having bread again. Some of his creations are near inedible, but others are surprisingly good. I've especially developed a fondness for a rice flour and hazelnut bread sweetened with a little bit of honey.

Much of the time we spend getting ready for the long winter ahead. When he isn't in the kitchen, Peeta is out with Gale collecting firewood and storing it in the cave. They also stack several large logs along the top of the hill just in case we need them partway through the winter.

My mother and Prim gather several kinds of reeds and rushes and grasses to use as bedding throughout the winter.

I'm responsible for making the candles. Prim's made the wicks from various fibers, but she's got other skills that we need more, so I get stuck dipping the wicks into the hot melted tallow in the late summer sun. Rory helps me, when I can find him, but he's trying to spend as much time as he can out doing other things, so he can get out of what he calls "boring work."

My mother makes the soap. It's almost as smelly as making candles, but she scents the tallow, some with herbs, some with flowers. And one batch she uses stale urine. I'm not sure how I feel about that, but she says it will help keep our clothes clean. And so long as I don't have to touch it, I don't care.

Despite all the work, we still manage to have fun. Gale, Peeta, and I are as close as ever. True to their word, they're not pressuring me in any way about children. We have time.

Every night we slip into bed together. Some nights we make love, other nights we just sleep. But it's still the most content that I've been in my life.

That contentment is shattered midway through September, when my mother pulls me aside. "Have you had your period recently, Katniss?" she asks me, her eyes intent.

"What?"

"Um, I've noticed that your period things haven't been in the laundry lately and I was wondering, when was the last time you had it?"

I think back. "August."

"When in August?" my mother presses. "I seem to recall you had it at the same time I did."

I nod my head. She's right. I remember us both being a little grumpier than normal and I was grateful that the salmon run delayed our toasting ceremony so that I wouldn't have it on our honeymoon.

My mother clicks her tongue. "I thought so. I got mine a little over a week ago. You should have gotten yours by now."

"Not necessarily. I skip periods all the time."

"In the springtime. When we don't have enough food." My mother points to the overflowing storage room. "That isn't a problem here."

"I'm sure I'm just late. You know, stress. Or… or…" I try to find another reason I could be late and fail.

"Or you could be pregnant," my mother finishes for me.

I still refuse to consider it. "But we've been careful! We've been following your advice."

"It's not a guarantee," she tells me.

"I can't be pregnant. There's no way." I shake my head. "You're wrong."

"Fine. We'll wait another week," she says with a sigh. "Maybe you're right, it could be stress." Hanging unspoken in the air is that, if my period hasn't come in a week, the possibility is very high that I actually am pregnant.

I try to keep my mind off of it, and I distract myself by going hunting. The animals are much fatter now than when we first arrived and the thought of roasted pork has me salivating. Besides, we can always use more lard since we've used up most of our fat making candles and soap.

I think back to District Twelve and the links of cured meats in the butcher shop. I wonder if I do get a pig, if I could try my hand at sausage-making. I don't have much to lose by trying.

I've gotten to know the area very well, so it doesn't take me long to find a game trail and several pigs rooting around the base of a chestnut tree. I shoot the largest of them then swear under my breath. I've managed to do it again. Killing large animals when I'm upset really is a trend with me.

I sigh. At least now I know what I need to do.

I field dress the hog and cut down two straight trees and make a travois. I've done it so often now that it's almost second nature. I manhandle the pig onto the travois and start hauling it back.

About halfway there Gale and Peeta find me.

"We heard you coming through the forest. Why didn't you come get us?"

I don't want to admit that I left the cave without a plan and shot without thinking. I should have gotten Gale or Peeta or even Rory to come with me. But the need for distraction was too great and I couldn't risk having someone, Gale or Peeta, ask me what was wrong and me accidentally blurting out the answer.

Instead I shrug and say, "I had it handled. I can't keep asking you to drop what you're doing and haul stuff back to the cave for me every time I kill a large animal."

Peeta gives me a suspicious look. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine! It's just… I'm fine." It sounds lame, even to my ears.

"If you're sure-"

"I am!"

Peeta motions to the pig. "So would you mind if we helped you?"

"Fine, if you insist." I really do want the help but I don't want to give away why I shot the pig.

For the rest of the week, my mother keeps giving me these little looks like she knows what's going on and is waiting for me to come to terms with it. By the end of the seven days, I'm not sure if I have, but my time is up and I still haven't gotten my period.

Once again, my mother pulls me aside. She's made sure that everybody else is out of the cave gathering chestnuts when she drags me into the space that she and Prim share and instructs me to lay down on the bed.

The next hour of my life is quite possibly the most embarrassing I've ever experienced. My mother performs an examination on me, even breaking out the long stethoscope that she uses to listen to people's heartbeats and lungs, which she places on my belly.

She sits back with an expression of certainty on her face. "Well, my suspicions were correct. You're pregnant. You're not very far along and that gives us options."

I don't have to ask what those options are. My mother's the primary midwife in Twelve, but more importantly, she's helped several other women to not have babies, most commonly women who've sold themselves to Cray and found out a few weeks later that they got a little more than they bargained for or girls who were still Reaping age and couldn't risk being pregnant during the Games.

And I know that my mother is offering this to me now.

If I were back in Twelve, I would demand the herbs that cause a miscarriage immediately. There's no way I'd ever bring a child into a world where the Games still exist.

But I'm not back in Twelve and I'm not the same girl I was back then.

I look up at my mother, biting my lower lip. "How long do I have to decide?"

"You've got a few weeks," she tells me. "It's still early enough that the herbs will work without too much risk of other side effects."

I nod my head. "I need to think about this."

"Are you going to tell your husbands?"

"Not yet," I say, shaking my head. They'll want to keep the baby and I'm not sure if I'm ready to.

My mother makes a face and shrugs. "It's your decision."

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I'm still in shock and denial about my pregnancy and I'm aware enough to know it. But knowing something and believing it are two very different things. I can't be pregnant. My mother has to be mistaken. It's too soon to tell. Gale, Peeta, and I have been so careful. This can't be happening. The thoughts swirl in my head, over and over.

I walk up to the top of the hill and sink to the ground underneath our maple tree, wrapping my arms around my legs and resting my head on my knees. What am I going to do? I don't know.

I ask the question over and over again each time with the same answer, losing all track of time.

"Katniss?" I hear Peeta calling for me.

I debate not answering, but I know if I do, that will cause more questions than I'm ready to answer. "I'm up here," I respond, not looking up from my knees.

"You okay, Catnip?"

My head shoots up. Crap, Gale's with him too. I sense my mother's handiwork.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I need to talk to you." The words slip out before I can stop them. I swear internally. I hadn't planned on talking to them right now, or at all. In fact, I don't want to. But I need to. I'm married now and my decision, like it or not, affects us all.

Gale and Peeta drop to the ground in front of me.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Peeta asks, taking in my body language. I'm still seated with my knees drawn up to my chest and my arms wrapped around them.

"No?"

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know. I'm pregnant."

The boys freeze, staring at me in shock. It's not the romantic declaration that's shown in all those Capitol TV shows and movies. It's not the excited utterances. It's just a statement of fact.

I. Am. Pregnant.

"How?" Peeta whispers.

Gale shoots him a look. "Well, Mellark, when a man and a woman love each other very much-" Mimicking the same Capitol tones Peeta used on our honeymoon.

"Oh shut up!"

I laugh. I can't help it. Now that I know their bickering isn't in earnest, they make me laugh as much as Rory and Prim do.

"When did you find out?" Gale asks.

"Well, my mom first suspected a week ago. She confirmed it today."

"I see," he says. "What do you want to do?"

That is the question. What do I want to do? I don't know.

"It's okay if you don't know, Katniss. I mean, I'm just as surprised as you are. I'd like to be a father, I just don't know if I'm ready to be a father right now." Peeta rubs the back of his neck. "I kind of thought that we'd have a year or two to get used to being with one another and getting settled, that we'd have time to make a cradle."

"We still have time," Gale says, looking over at our husband. "They don't take that long to make."

"But even so, it is a bit fast, so I can understand how you feel."

"But you want children! I still don't know if I do! I still don't know if I'm ready!"

"To be fair, I don't think any parent is ever ready to become a parent," Gale says matter-of-factly. "My mom had three other kids and she still was a wreck in regards to Posy. I don't think that so much matters. It's more about do you want the kid in the first place."

"Do you want the child? Do you want the baby?" Peeta asks.

"Yes. No. I don't know! I thought I'd have time! I was supposed to have time! I like being married to you, I'm not so scared of the Capitol coming and intruding on our life here like I was. Even the raiders, in fact, if it weren't for them, we wouldn't be as well off as we are right now! Everything's been going so good. I'm scared when it's gonna end. I keep watching for the Gamemakers' twist. Is this it? Is this the Gamemakers' twist?" I ask, half-hysterically. "Am I gonna decide I'm okay with having this baby and then lose them? Is that what's gonna happen? Or if I choose to not have the baby, does it mean that this was my only chance and I've now screwed it up for good, for all of us? I just can't do this by myself."

The boys wrap their arms around me, comforting me.

"You don't have to," Peeta murmurs into my hair. "There's no sadistic Gamemaker watching our every move, plotting our lives out and cackling at our trials and tribulations. We're the ones in charge of our lives now. We get to make our own decisions. We get to live, and die, based off of them. But we're free. We're free of the Capitol, we're free of Twelve. It's just us against the world."

"You have waited your entire life to say that, haven't you?" Gale asks him wryly.

"It was a great movie."

"You guys and your movies," I say, grateful for the distraction. "I drag you out here, in the middle of the wilds, and rather than sitting at home watching them, you guys are now in them. How does it feel to be the leading men?" I look at the two of them critically. "One of you isn't nearly shirtless enough."

"Take off your shirt, Mellark," Gale hisses.

"Why not you?"

"She's seen you naked!"

"She's seen us both naked!'

"Your chest doesn't look like it's one of your rejected furs!"

"Ah, yeah, right." Peeta slips off his shirt and drapes it over his shoulder.

"I'm not going to protest a shirtless Peeta, but it wasn't really necessary," I say, still grateful that he did it to make me feel better. "I think that we need to talk, all three of us. Humor aside, teasing aside, scary baggage thrown down the side of the hill and smashed into oblivion with boulders aside. I'm pregnant and one, or both, of you, are the father."

"Both?" Gale asks, surprised.

"Twins have been known to happen," I supply.

Peeta blinks and nods his head. "Right. Twins."

I can see that neither of them had ever considered it before. "Personally I'm praying for only one, if we choose to have this child. I think I can only handle one right now, at least until I learn not to drop them. Him, her, it? What am I supposed to call this thing?" I rest my hands on my stomach, as if asking the parasite within me what we should call it.

It doesn't answer. With the way my day's been going, I'm kind of disappointed it doesn't.

"I think the most important question is, do you want to be a mother? Right now," Gale asks me seriously. "Because Peeta and I get to be fathers, but in order to do that, you have to be a mom first. It's your body that's going to be going through all these changes. It's your body that's going to be hit with morning sickness-"

"Actually, I haven't had any of that."

"Oh, you will," Gale says with certainty. "Mom was miserable with Posy. And Vick. And I think I remember she was miserable with Rory too."

"You're not making me want to keep it," I tell him. "Weeks and months of vomiting up food? That doesn't sound very appealing."

"It gets better," Peeta soothes, "and there are things we can do to make it so you don't have bad symptoms."

"Like what?"

"Well, ginger! I'm really good at identifying wild ginger," Peeta says. "And I can make all of your favorite foods. If you want something that means that your body is craving it, and you just need to tell me, and we can make it."

"You both really want this kid, don't you?"

They exchange a look. "I'd be lying, Catnip, if I said my heart didn't do a little flip flop when you said you were pregnant. I want to scream it to the hills. My wife's pregnant. I'm going to be a daddy. I want to be there for you. I want to feel that little person within you start to squirm around. I want to be there when it comes out all covered in gunk, squalling its head off."

"If you meant for that speech to make Katniss want to stay pregnant, I think you failed. After a speech like that, I wouldn't want to stay pregnant and I want children." Peeta turns to me. "Don't listen to him, Katniss. Think about what you want. If you choose to keep this baby, you're going to get to know them for nine months before we even get a chance to meet him. Or her. Part of me is so envious. You get to feel them grow, you get to help them grow. You get to sing to them and they're going to come out wondering who that angel is. And when you sing to them again, they're going to know that the angel they've been hearing is their mommy. It doesn't matter if they're Gale's or if they're mine, that child's going to fall in love with your voice just as much as I did. And I want to be there to see it all happen and smile."

Peeta takes a deep breath. "But it's got to be your decision. Gale and I may want this baby, but it's your body. I'll support you either way and I love you no matter what you choose. That isn't going to stop."

"Peeta's pretty much said everything I would want to say, other than this. I'm glad you told us," Gale tells me earnestly. "I know you didn't have to and you'd have been totally within your rights to not tell us. But I just want to say thank you. We're not going to push you, Catnip. It's not our decision. All I ask - all we ask - is that you let us know when you've made it, 'cause we want to be there for you either way."

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The boys hold true to their word. They don't mention my pregnancy, leaving me free to think about things. I know I don't have a whole lot of time before I have to make a decision, and that makes it harder. I don't want the choice taken away from me, so part of me is grateful to my mother, Peeta, and Gale for letting me have it. But another part of me wishes that this weren't even happening.

I'm sixteen. I'm going to become a mother. And that terrifies me. I'm not ready for this. I'm just not. But what if this is my only chance? What if this is our only chance? Do I want to waste it?

If I were in Twelve, I know what I'd do in a heartbeat. I'd take my mother's herbs and be done with it. It's that simple.

But out here, things are different. I have other people to think about, it's not just me anymore. And both Gale and Peeta so very much want to have children. They want a child. This child. They don't care if it's theirs genetically or not. They want this baby. And part of me wants to give it to them. I'm happy with them. They make me happy. And the thought of our child, of watching my husbands play with our child and helping him or her grow, fills me with happiness.

But at the same time it fills me with terror. I would be responsible for yet another life out here. A helpless life, an innocent life. A baby would rely on me for all of its nourishment. I wouldn't be able to do as much as I do now. I'd have to rely on Gale and Peeta and the rest to pick up the slack. Peeta's not a hunter and while Gale's a good hunter, he's still not as good as me. And other than my mother, who is surprisingly adept at identifying edible plants, I'm the best gatherer we've got. They need me and a baby would just slow me down and prevent me from doing everything I need to do to ensure our survival.

I don't know what to do. I just wish this decision were easier.

I don't have to make the decision right now, but I need to make it soon.

To distract myself, I work on assembling the things I need for Peeta's birthday present. I noticed Peeta got very excited over a few plastic paintbrushes that Rory found and has been talking about decorating the screens and our furniture come wintertime. I've heard him talking about making paint out of charred wood and some of the alcohol that Rory's found, but he deserves better. I know from my father's book how to make dyes out of pokeberries, walnut husks, sumac, junipers, elderberries, onion skins, and a host of other plants. There's also some rocks I've seen that were mentioned in the romance novel that I might be able to use.

It's a good distraction, since it requires me to actually pay attention to each step so I don't mess up and make something completely unusable.

But I'm still not able to block it completely from my mind.

Do I want a child?

Do I want this child?

The thought keeps repeating in my head over and over and over again, a never-ending litany that I can't escape.

What am I going to do?

I don't know.

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By the time Peeta's birthday rolls around on October second, I still haven't made a decision. I'm running out of time. I know the longer I delay, if I choose not to have the child, the more complications there could be. I've seen it happen with those women who went to Cray and the other Peacekeepers. I don't want that to happen to me.

But I'm still not sure if I'm ready to give up this child. I can tell that Gale and Peeta are starting to hope, and I don't want to build it up only to crush them.

But I can't think about this right now. I have to make it through Peeta's birthday party.

The party is similar to the other birthdays that we've celebrated since leaving Twelve. We don't do anything strenuous that day and instead spend it in celebration.

My mother and I take over the cooking to give Peeta a break. He keeps trying to come in and help, but we keep shooing him away. Finally I make Gale take him out of the cave so that we can get things done. I'm trying my hand at making his squirrel stew while my mother stuffs the turkey with wild rice, raisins, and onions, before wrapping the whole bird in grapes leaves, rosemary, and sage. The cave starts to smell amazing and my stomach growls. We also have a fat Canada goose that I'm butchering to fry in a skillet with tomatoes, onions, and garlic. Several large potatoes are washed and set to one side to be put in the oven later to bake and sitting on the counter is an apple pie made from an old recipe I found in my father's book.

My eyes keep drifting over to the pie and I want to eat it now. My mother keeps chuckling and finally shoos me out of the kitchen with a baked apple and a bowl of stew before I can make do on my craving.

I can tell, as soon as I put the spoon in my mouth, that today is going to be another hollow day. I've been having more of them lately, although thankfully none of the nausea or other symptoms that Gale and my mother described have seemed to hit. In fact, if I didn't know I was pregnant, I would think there was nothing wrong with me. I feel good, healthy. Peeta's right, my ribs and other bones don't stick out anymore. Looking in the mirror that we found, I look healthy. Really healthy, for the first time ever.

I do my hair up in its usual braid and get dressed for the celebration this afternoon. Peeta's requested that he, Gale, and I watch the sunset together every day. It's his favorite time of day and when the weather's nice it's an easy request to fulfill. It also gives us a little alone time other than at night in our bed.

I snort. That's one thing I won't have to worry about if I decide to keep this baby. I can't get any more pregnant than I already am. I look down at my clothes and pull them taut against my stomach. I'm not showing yet, but I wonder what I'll do if I do choose to keep the baby. Clothes are one thing we don't have a lot of.

I hear someone come into the room behind me and I look up to see Gale standing in the entryway. "Am I interrupting anything, Catnip?"

I shake my head. "Just thinking."

He comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around me, and drops a kiss on the back of my neck. "So, what'd you get our man bride for his birthday?"

"I made him some paints and a few things like that. Figured he'd like that."

"I'm sure he will."

"What'd you get him?"

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a mockingjay necklace that's a mirror image of my own. "I figured I'd make a matched set. Had to do a bit of scrounging to find another pearl, but there were a few that Peet had found and put into a little bowl." He nods towards one of the niches in the cave wall. "I don't think he'll notice one missing, and if he does, I don't think he'll mind."

"Probably not. He's pretty easygoing."

"Yeah. How'd we end up with a guy like him?" he asks me.

"I have no idea. But we better not let him get away."

Gale holds me more closely. "I ain't planning on it. Come on, dinner's ready."

My stomach growls in anticipation. Gale laughs. "Sounds like someone's hungry."

"It's the apple pie," I tell him. "I can't wait to eat it."

"Then I guess we better get out there."

We each take our seat and my mother motions for Peeta to serve himself first. I can tell he's torn between leaving the best pieces for me and actually taking what he wants. He settles on a mix, making sure I get the thigh on each bird. Peeta insists I go second and then the rest of us fill our plates. As always seems to happen on these celebration days, we talk about the things we want to do in the future and I can tell the boys are very carefully phrasing their answers to not reveal my pregnancy to Rory and Prim.

When it finally comes around to me, I think carefully about what I really do want for the future. Unlike the rest of them, I don't have any major projects to work on during the winter. I'm more of an outside kind of girl and there isn't anything I really want or need.

No. That's not true.

I want to be happy.

And I am.

I have never been happier before in my life than I am right now.

I take a look at each member of my family sitting there and I realize that I'm not alone anymore. I don't have to worry about being the only provider. I don't have to worry about making sure my family has enough to survive. We do. We have more than enough and this land is able to give us that. I have two partners in Gale and Peeta, who if I falter are there to help me back up and keep me safe. Prim and Rory have embraced the freedom that being out in the wild offers, and for the first time since my father died, I actually have my mother back. I don't need to do everything by myself. I can rely on others, on my family. On my boys. I don't need to do this alone. This baby will be safe. I will be safe. My mother's been a midwife at enough births, including difficult ones, that I'm not afraid. With Prim to help her, I should make it through. I know if something were to happen to me, my child wouldn't be left alone. My child would be provided for. My child would be safe.

I look at Gale and Peeta. Our child.

A light flips within my head and I know I've come to a decision. I'll tell them tonight, under our tree, as we watch the sun set.

The rest of the meal is agony. I'm trying not to give away too much of what I'm feeling, but I can tell Gale and Peeta know something is up. I try to hide it by giving Peeta his present, which he is very excited about. It seems like many of us had the idea to repeat the same gifts we've given in the past. My mother gives Peeta a pillow. Gale, the pendant and a flower crown. Rory gives him something that he found in one of the abandoned houses, this time a glass picture frame with the words "my family" printed on it. And Prim gives him something she made, in Peeta's case a leather jacket made out of the lambskin that we brought back all those months ago.

Peeta looks at our group, his eyes glistening. "This is the best birthday ever."

"It's not over yet," I say.

He smiles at me, leering a little. "Really? Got something planned for later tonight?"

"Maybe. You'll just have to meet me under the maple later."

He nods his head, smiling.

With the food eaten and me finishing off half the apple pie, we walk up to our spot at the top of the hill under our maple tree. The maple's leaves are starting to turn colors, a mixture of red, orange, green, and yellow. It's a beautiful sight, but not quite as beautiful as Peeta's and Gale's faces when I tell them I've decided to keep the baby.

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AN:
Written: 3/26/15
Revised: 5/6/15
Revised 2: 6/1/15

The title of this chapter comes from the Taylor Swift song of the same name off of "The Hunger Games" OST. It really epitomized Katniss's feelings at the end of this arc and why she would choose to keep the baby.

Which is the next thing we need to discuss. We did not set out to write another Katniss is pregnant story. FanficAllergy already has one of those but there's a lack of reliable birth control and three very sexually active teenagers and surprises do happen. That meant that we needed to actually have a discussion about would Katniss actually keep the baby. In Twelve, she wouldn't. No ifs ands or buts. So we wanted to make sure that it was presented as a valid choice and her choice. We also wanted to show how much her relationship has grown with Gale and Peeta that she would talk to them first before making her decision. But make no doubt it was her decision and the boys would have supported her either way.

Things We Randomized:

- What Rory found (though we chose the picture frame from that list as Peeta's present)
- The cycles and dates of Mrs. Everdeen's and Katniss's periods.
- If Katniss got pregnant and if she had a spontaneous miscarriage (she didn't). She only had a 10% chance of getting pregnant during each cycle, as they were actively trying to avoid it, while there was a 30% chance of spontaneous miscarriage. She passed both of those hurdles and is going to have this baby.
- Many other details about the pregnancy that you'll find out later on.
- If Katniss gets morning sickness. We rolled out of 100 and she got a 9, with higher results being worse morning sickness. She's one of those lucky lucky women who have no problems with pregnancy and love being pregnant. We admit to being slightly jealous.

So that's it for this arc!

Coming next… Interlude: To the Sky… AKA: Freedom is catching and you can't keep a whole population caged without a few birds slipping free.

After that… Interlude: Mad World… AKA: Previously in District Twelve.

Coming soon… Arc Three: We Didn't Start the Fire - He's married now to two wonderful people; even better, he's about to become a father. His life couldn't be happier. Of course that means that everything's about to go all to hell.

Let us know what you think!