Peeta Mellark
"I wouldn't have any regrets at all if," I slowly dropped off as if it were too painful to speak. I tried again, "If it weren't," I looked down, waiting for Caesar to ask me. He did.
"If it weren't for what?" I looked out into the crowd as mournfully as I could.
"If it weren't for the baby." The room burst into chaos. Yells, Screams, complete madness ensued. Women across the room were even fainting. Sending an unborn infant into the arena? Now that was something they couldn't live with. At least I hoped it was something they couldn't live with. Perhaps they'd send her home now. Then I could die in that arena in peace, knowing that Gale would take care of her. The screams overran anything Caesar or I tried to say so he gave me a nod and I ran to stand with the other victors. I looked back into the crowd and saw Haymitch raising his flask to me grinning. The minute I got to the podium, I wrapped Katniss in a hug and when we pulled away she kissed me soundly. She understood. I breathed a sigh of relief. I clung to her hand like it was the life support I so desperately needed right now and I saw her reach her other hand over to Chaff, taking his stump in her hand. Chaff reached to the women beside him and on and on it went down the line until all 24 of us were linked. Together. A team. A rebellion. We looked at one another and we raised our hands in solidarity, showing the Capitol, showing Snow, and showing the world that we were one, that we weren't going to go through this like any other Games, and that we weren't just fighting each other anymore.
They shut the lights out and I gripped on to Katniss, knowing that in the pitch black of the room I could lose her if I wasn't careful. We fumbled through the darkness together in the general direction of the elevator. We got into one, jammed in with several other victors. We didn't speak with any of them but as they got off, one by one we clung tighter and tighter to each other. Just like that first night on the train, we didn't hold back. We had one last chance to be together. We had been together like this since then, but unlike that first night I had always held back for as long as I could. I know what Katniss said, about loving me, but I knew that she loved Gale too. I always had to be 100% sure that this was what she wanted. In the past few months, it seemed like it was all she wanted. Maybe it was the knowledge that we weren't both getting out this time, that any second could be one of our last together, well whatever it was, I wasn't complaining, because I felt it too. This pathological need to be with her and there for her in any way that I could. It had become scandalous enough that Effie had begun yelling for real at us about our behavior. Rumor had circulated well before our arrival in the capital and we had both been on the receiving end of a few taunts from the other victors about it.
The day of individual training Johanna asked if we lovebirds were planning on continuing our fornication in the Arena. She added that it might keep the cameras on us if we did and Katniss almost went for her throat then and there but it gave me the idea. The idea that made me go up in front of every living person left in the world and tell them that Katniss was pregnant. Which brought us back to this moment. This might be the last moment we were both alive. And I wasn't going to waste a second of it.
A/N: Hey lovelies! I hope you enjoy my fic! When I was reading Catching Fire I kind of thought that maybe this is what was going to happen-this was my theory so to speak! Katniss was kind of acting hormonal in the arena and I could see this as something that would happen! Hope you enjoy my first attempt at a Hunger Games fic! Review!