My jaw drops open. They just couldn't have done this! They can't! But they just did. I hold Gale's hand tightly, starting to shake a little. He looks at me with the same fear that I have had ever since the news came out.
"Should we tell them?" He whispers to me, his voice full of fear.
"Not yet. I'll tell my prep team first though." I whisper back before we both get whisked onto the train. The only difference with this Hunger Games is that now Gale and I are married. I never imagined having to see a husband and wife go into the arena together and die. But that might just be Gale and I's future ever since what happened. I'll definitely be slowed down more easily. Hunger will be the biggest obstacle for me yet. Besides, I'm already a couple months along. Although, it is hard to tell if I'm just fat or I'm pregnant, which I am. As we travel on the train to the capitol, my mind whirls with every possibility that could happen in the arena. I could go into labor, die, starve, lose the baby or anything really. But the thought that sticks to me most is going into labor in the arena. There's always a possibility for everything.
~(Eh, I don't wanna make getting to the capitol tetanus, so I'm just gonna shorten it to when they arrive at the capitol :3)~
My prep team knocks on the door. I open my room door to see them looking more sad then I am. As they start to work on my hair and nails, I prepare myself to tell the news.
"Has a tribute ever entered the arena pregnant before?" I ask, trying to not make my pregnancy too obvious. They all stop and stare at me stunned. Their sadness gets wiped away like a spill and it turns into happiness. They ask about a hundred questions, all of them being easy to answer. When their work is done, I look in the mirror and see a person with about 10 different make up things on their face. The prep team then whisks away and Cinna takes their place. He walks over to me and gives me a hug.
"Long time no see, fire girl." He says with a bit of humor. I smile, remembering all the good memories I had with Cinna at my last Hunger Games. He then shifts back from me. I realize he must have felt the baby kicking gently. His face is a mix of stunned and surprised.
"Since when did you decide to become a mother?" He asks.
"About 3 months ago." I answer, smiling. He smiles back at me.
"Well congratulations. Maybe they'll be as beautiful as you are." He says. I blush at his words of kindness.
"Cinna...to be honest, I'm scared to death about the arena." I say, trying to stand up instead of sitting down. He holds my hand gently.
"Everything's going to be alright Katniss. You just have to learn to cope with your growing baby and win the games." He soothes. I smile at him, feeling his eyes turn soft like silk. I plant a kiss on his cheek.
"I'll win the games, for you, my baby and Gale." I whisper to him as his cheeks turn rose red. We then break away as my name is called to get into the training arena. I look at Cinna one last time.
"Old days linger like fog."