A/N: This is really old and honestly can be done so much better I'm really considering re-writing this whole thing and starting over, this is really juvenile looking back on it a few years later feel free to read this but it will probably not be continued as is...

Chapter One

I hadn't been inside a hospital since I was in District 13, so as I walked through the new and improved District 12, I was a bit frightened. Images of the hospital from District 8 continued to haunt my thoughts. I kept seeing all those injured people packed into the building like sardines, moaning in pain while their loved ones cried out for them. I tried to shake my head of the visuals but the closer I got to the building with a red cross painted in the middle of the facade, the harder it was to forget them.

Once I was standing outside of the building, I felt like my knees were going to give way underneath my weight. I felt like I could throw up and I just desperately needed Peeta to hang on to. But, he wasn't here, I don't even think I even told him that I would be going here today. Instead, he was busy with pastries and cakes down in the bakery in the town's square. He wasn't the owner of this new bakery, he was perfectly content with just working. Plus, I don't think he liked the responsibility of owning and managing a business. Besides, it seemed as if we would have even more of our own responsibilities soon enough.

I had to physically force myself through the glass doors, though, I kept my eyes squeezed tightly shut. Once I was inside, I waited for something, anything, that signaled pain or danger. But, it never happened. Instead, the only thing I could hear was the low murmurer of voices. I opened my eyes. The inside of the building was blindingly white, aside from the few decorative pictures and high-tech gadgets located behind the tall, semi-circular counter directly in the middle of the room. I took a deep breath and composed myself before walking towards the desk, assuming that was where I should go to be directed.

It wasn't until I approached the desk did I notice a young, bubbly, blonde girl with a giant smile on her face sitting behind the desk. She looked up at me and was stunned for a moment. "Hi Ms. Everdeen, how can I help you?"

I was confused that she knew me until I remembered who I really was. Katniss Everdeen. The girl who was on fire. The mockingjay. The symbol of the rebellion.

Not to be rude, I returned the smile and didn't bother to correct the fact she used my maiden name when most people knew that I went by my married name these past few years. "I called...I made an appointment with...Doctor Sinclair, I think that's what her name was." The girl behind the desk simply nodded before tapping away at the keyboard in front of her.

She looked looked at the screen for a moment, like she was reading something. Then she turned to me with a pearly white smile and stood up from her chair. "Follow me." She took a file from the shelves against the wall before coming around the desk to meet me. She lead me down a short hallway and into a cramped room with an examining table covered with this white paper that crinkled loudly when I sat on it.

"Doctor Sinclair will be with you momentarily." She smile and set the file in a holder against the wall. She closed the door and I tried to calm myself. I should be happy about why I'm here. But, with the way I was acting so nervously, you would swear I was here to have my eyes pulled out their sockets. I noticed that taking deep and slow breaths seemed to help subside my worries for a while. I also began to hum short melodies that I could slightly remember from a very early age.

The door opened and emerged an elderly woman with white hair pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head. She had dark spots under he eyes symbolizing a lack of sleep and her pale gray eyes were screaming out how tired she was. Despite that, she still was smiling at me, they seem to do a lot of that here, or they could just be excited to see me. Either way, the smiling was not calming the butterflies that were fluttering violently in the pit of my stomach.

"Let's get started shall we?" and she closed the door and picked up the file from the slot on the wall.

It seemed like we were playing a game of 21 questions, only it never ended. There was so many personal things that were apparently "standard procedure" that just made me completely uncomfortable. At what age did you become sexually active? How frequently do you engage in sexual activity? An estimate of how many sexual partners you've been with. I felt like it was not only an invasion of my privacy, but also to Peeta's since he's the only person I've ever experience anything sexual with. When the questions were finally over, she began to run tests.

The whole situation made me feel like a germ under a microscope and it made me realize how much I missed the old medical practices of the old District 12. But that was a thing of the past, especially now when District 12 was famous for our medical advances.

It was finally over nearly an hour later. I kept watching the clock, anxiously awaiting to leave this place that reeked of cleaning fluids and flowers. I was finally sitting back down on the obnoxiously loud, paper covered table as the doctor looked over a few more things in the mystery file she's been so careful to not show me.

"Well, are you ready to find out what you came here about?" When she continuously wore that smile on her face, I couldn't tell if this news would either relieve me or send me into a frenzy for the next nine months.

I picked at the ends of my nails while I nodded and awaited the news. "Congratulations!" She looked up from the file, this time handing me the paper she was hiding so carefully. "You're having a baby!" I took the paper numbly. I couldn't even fake a smile to send back in her direction. There was absolutely no turning back now. I looked down towards my mid-section and took deep breaths through my nose.

Calm down, Katniss. Everything is going to be just fine. Go home and tell Peeta and maybe after that you can finally be excited. But, for now there is nothing to worry about. You're safe, Peeta's safe, and this baby will be safe. The quiet voice in my mind, no matter how convincing it is, just never seems to calm me down. However, it did lessen my nerves just enough for me to thank the doctor and the girl behind the desk and drag myself back out into the cool air.

I sucked in as much fresh air as I could, trying to rid my head of the awful hospital scent. Once I was a few blocks away and had put a good enough distance between me and those glass doors, I decided that I would only go back there only if it was absolutely necessary.

Since the day was still young, I figured Peeta would still be by the bakery and I changed the course of my path so that I was walking towards the town square. The district had made quite the improvement over the past couple of years. It was almost as if we were in a complete different district. The only things that brought me back to home was when I passed the houses of the Seam that were still destroyed and left untouched when they rebuilt the city. Normally I would stop by my old home, but I don't think I could handle the memories in the state I was in at the moment. So instead, I continued into the center of town.

The bakery was a brick-front building with a red awning just above a huge glass window that displayed all of Peeta's beautiful cakes. He was working on the finishing details of his last work of the day when I knocked on the glass, causing him to break his concentration and look up. He saw me and immediately his whole face brightened, which even made my mood lighten up. He put down his utensils as I made my way through the entrance of the store. He came around from behind the display and greeted me with a hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"What brings you down here? Have you come to steal more cheesy bread?" Peeta smiled down at me.

"Well, I was just taking a walk and figured I'd come visit you, but since you've insisted on cheesy bread..." I looked up with an innocent smile on my face and he laughed lightly before returning to behind the counter. He looked around quickly before snatching up two small rolls and bringing one to me. I nibbled on it contently as he hung up his apron and washed his hands free of flour, icing, and multiple different color dyes. He met me by the door and wrapped an arm around my waist while we walked towards our home.

The walk was fairly quiet. Even with him by me I found it difficult to reveal the news I received not even an hour ago. We decided to make sure Haymitch was fed and at least semi-sober. We opened the door and instantly my brain was invaded with the scent of body odor and liquor. Haymitch was sitting at his kitchen table with what seemed to be his last bottle of wine before the train would come back. He already looked like he was going into withdrawal.

"You know Haymitch, I really don't think all that alcohol could be good for you brain and body functioning." I said trying very hard to breath as little as possible. He mumbled something unintelligent in response.

"Brought you some food." Peeta stated while placing the bag he was carrying, full of bread and cookies, on the table.

"Thanks kid." He said before stuffing a whole roll into his mouth. We stood there awkwardly. Normally I would have some things to say; but, the only thing I wanted to say, I only wanted to tell Peeta for now.

"So, what's new with you, sweetheart?" Haymitch sipped on his glass of wine. I shrugged my shoulders in response. He cocked an eyebrow at my quietness, though he didn't bother to get more information.

"You know, maybe I'll look into getting you another maid." I said once the stench was becoming totally unbearable. Haymitch laughed at my statement as I began to make my way to the door.

"See you tomorrow. Maybe try to do some cleaning up while your sober." Peeta gave a farewell for the both of us because I was already outside sucking in the clean air. I felt his arm around my waist again and we crossed the lawn to our house.

"That was strange, you and Haymitch usually always have something to bicker about." Peeta said as we settled down onto the living room couch.

"I just didn't have much to share...with him." I probably shouldn't have dragged out the last part. It just made it sound suspicious.

Sure enough Peeta picked up on it. "You don't have something to share with him...do you have something to share with me?"

I remained quiet. It felt like my throat was closing and even if I wanted to say something, it would just be impossible. Peeta played with the ends of my hair as he waited for me to answer him. I think I must have swallowed nothing but air, a thousand times, trying to get this feeling to go away. Finally I made up my mind to just say something.

"I went over to the new hospital today." I was hoping he would catch on with that sentence so I wouldn't have to say what I was dreading. Saying it would only make it more realistic.

"Oh, how does it look on the inside? I heard it was the nicest in all the districts." I nodded at that. I'm sure since we were the main medical distributors, our hospital must be very nice compared to the others.

"While I was there I met with this doctor." I wasn't looking at him and the way he was tensing up I had this feeling that he was beginning to think the worst.

"Katniss..." he voice sounded worried, as if he knew exactly what my last thought was. I looked up to see his facial expression molded with a mixture of wonder and uncertainty. I stopped him from asking anything further.

"I'm pregnant." I said barely audible. I was right, saying it did make it feel a hundred times more realistic than before. Peeta looked stunned, maybe he thought I was joking. Who would joke about this?

His face quickly changed once the sentenced settled. Then he was wearing that same smile he gave me when I asked him if he still wanted to have a baby. It was that smile that never failed to make me beam right back at him. Both of his arms went around me and his lips crashed down onto mine. It took me a second to register, though once I did, I was moving my lips right in sync with his.

He pulled away and brushed the hair out of my eyes. He didn't remove me from his hug and I just stayed tucked close to him. It didn't seem so bad at that moment, but then again, nothing felt really bad in his arms. It was times like these where I don't think I could ever be afraid, and for a little while, all of my concerns about this whole situation seemed to disappeared.

Even if it was just for a little while.