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Previously:

"Mrs Mellark, congratulations, you are pregnant."

My mouth drops open in shock, this was the very last thing I had expected, I thought I was sick due to stress, and shock, but never…this.

I stare at him, my mind racing to make sense of this information.

I continue to stare at the doctor and he begins to look uncomfortable, I look away, out the window, seeing tall buildings, and large cranes, but I still can't bring my head together.

I am distracted when I nurse enters the room, says quietly:

"Mr Mellark is outside."

I look up at her, terrified, I know how much I must have scared him, and everyone, but I nod at her and she rushes out, Peeta enters after she leaves.

He rushes to my bedside, whispering my name, I avoid his gaze, he look at the doctor, wanting details, I shake my head discreetly at him and he looks intently at Peeta.

"Katniss just had a little 'episode' it was due to shock and stress, she needs rest and little conversation, she will let you know of the details when she is ready, do not push her." He says to Peeta, he then exits the room, giving me an accusing stare as he leaves.

I feel guilty, horribly so, but when I was pregnant with Finley, I hated it, Peeta treated me completely differently, everyone who spoke to me was patronizing and irritating. I don't want to go through that again, but then I remember Finley's smiling face, and my heart melts, I feel so guilty, but I decide to keep my pregnancy a secret for a while.

After a full day in the hospital, I need to get away from the concerned nurses, and the grim, boring doctors.

A young doctor told me brightly, that I can leave the hospital tomorrow, I smiled weakly at him, thought internally I groaned.

Later, near dinner time, Finley and Rue came with Peeta to visit me. Finley jumped on my bed, and Rue sits quietly beside me, Peeta sits on my other side, I look at him, he smiles, but I can see traces of concern and worry in his eyes.

When they leave, I breathe slowly, relief washing over, me.

When Peeta had been talking to me the doctor had walked past the room, glaring at me, I knew his strongly disagreed with my secret, but I didn't care, I just hoped he wouldn't say anything to Peeta.

My sleep was restless and short. Horrific nightmares from the games plagued me, and I woke up sweating.

I sat up, and turned on the dim lamp. Memories from my last pregnancy flooding back to me, I would get terrible nightmares, I would wake up every night screaming.

Suddenly I realised I would not be able to hide this from Peeta for long, when I progressed in the pregnancy, the nightmares would get worse, and Peeta would know.

But I wasn't ready to accept it, I was looking forward to having another child, but I was not looking forward to everybody else's behaviour.

So I resolved to continue keeping it a secret.

I fell back asleep after a long time, I relived the moment that Mags died, on of my least favourite nightmares.

I wake the next morning, feeling no more rested than when I went to bed the previous night.

Peeta arrived early to pick me up, the doctors gave me a final dose of medicine to prevent anymore headaches or stomach bugs.

On my way out, I nodded to the doctor, he had kept my secret and I was glad.

We arrived back at the hotel, the journey was uneventful. I am greeted, by Haymitch and Effie, who were watching Rue and Fin.

I smile when I see them, but barely have time to say hello, because Peeta whisks me away, into the large, fluffy, freshly made king sized bed.

I start to dose off, the medicine was having a small affect on me, mostly I was just tired.

Before I fell off, I asked Peeta sleepily,

"When will we go back home?"

I don't hear his reply; I fall into a deep, uneventful sleep.

Later that afternoon, I wake up to find Peeta gone and Haymitch sitting on my bed. He looks at me, and sighs

"Katniss, the doctor called me, he told me you are pregnant, he said he doesn't agree with your approach, but he does not want to intervene, so he told me to keep it a secret, but to keep an eye on you in case something goes wrong."

I stare at him in shock.

"Oh" I say,

"I don't agree with your approach either, but its your life, not mine."

"But congratulations." His business like tone is replaced with warmth.

"Thank you Haymitch, I don't feel good about lying to him, but I'm not ready to tell him, thank god he only told you." I say, relieved.

Upon hearing a noise outside the bedroom door I look up, I see Peeta at the door way, holding a tray of food, but he does not look happy, hurt is clear in his eyes.

Then I remember what I just said to Haymitch, and how bad it sound, if you didn't hear the first part of the conversation, and my heart shatters, because I can tell by the look in his eyes that he is hurt, and won't listen to a word anyone says.

He walks away, stiffly, and I look back to Haymitch, who doesn't seem to of noticed anything, my words still ringing in my head.

'I don't feel good about lying to him, but I'm not ready to tell him, thank god he only told you'

What have I done?

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