I stared awkwardly after them. Did I just imagine that? They just left as suddenly as they woke me up. Before I could do anything else, the door opened again.
In my room stepped a tall, brown haired man that I believed to be dead.
"Cinna!" I jumped off the bed, ran over to him, and threw my arms around his waist.
"This is new, Katniss. Since when are you so happy?" Cinna hugged me back. "I'm sorry Katniss. I can't stay long at all. The Guards escorted us here and we need to go to a trial this afternoon. I only have a few minutes."
"A trial? What are talking about? What did you do? What are they going to do to you?" I immediately grew suspicious of the Guards here.
Cinna laughed. "What they are doing to everyone that comes from the Capitol. Anyone who lived, that worked for Snow must be trialed and sentenced to whatever deems appropriate."
I resisted the urge to smack myself in the forehead. Of course they didn't trust him! Venia and Octavia didn't bother to tell me any of that.
"I'm sorry, Katniss, but I have to go now. My time is up." Cinna sighed, looking at the clock on my wall.
I hugged him once more around the waist and watched him leave.
It was odd; at breakfast I didn't see Peeta anywhere, and no one I asked had either. When I took my usual place at the table, Gale obviously noticed that too. The fact made him a td more cheerful, although I could see my worry reflected in his grey eyes.
After breakfast, I decided to wait in my mothers' room to tell her and Prim. Not long after I had sat down on her neatly made bed, the door opened and my family walked in.
"Katniss! What are you doing in here?" my mother asked me in a curious voice.
Without taking any opportunities to be an idiot, I launched right away into the story I needed so desperately to tell them. The only part I altered was the part in which I found out who the father of my baby was.
Throughout my story, my mother sat calmly on the end of her bed, not interrupting once. Prim just stood in the middle of the room, with wide eyes, holding her ugly cat.
When I was done, I took a deep breath and waited for their reaction. My mothers' was more or less what I expected.
"Katniss Everdeen! If you had any idea—a-a girl your age—I never in all my years—"My mother stuttered, her face turning a delicate shade of pink.
"Please, mother. I'm not in the mood for a lecture. I know what you think about this situation, and I agree with you. Since there is absolutely nothing you can do about my personal choices and wants, I am going to ask you not to hate me for it." I already felt a stupid lump in my throat, catching the words.
"Katniss, I don't hate you," My mother had already gone into her sad, sympathetic-mother tone. "I just wish you had waited longer to get what you want."
I felt horrible for my mother. Her first child making all the wrong choices in life, growing up so fast it might be considered dangerous. I glanced over at my little sister, who was still standing exactly where she was when I had begun. "Oh, come here, Prim,"
She unlocked her position and walked over to me. With Buttercup still in her arms, she crawled into my lap and I put my arms around the both of them. Mother scooted up next to us and hugged all three of us tightly.
"I'm proud of you, Katniss." She said softly. "I lost you too many times to count. Now you are back with the people who love you, and you are about to start a whole new family of your own."
I sniffled a bit and didn't try to stop the tears that were threatening to spill from the corners of my eyes.
Prim took one arm away from her cat and put it on my belly. "What is her name?" she whispered.
I laughed through my tears. "Prim, I don't know if it is a girl yet." Seeing her frown, I bent down close to her. "But if it is, you can name her."
Prim squealed in delight, scaring Buttercup off of her lap. I kissed her lightly on the forehead and, for once, felt very glad I went into the arena instead of her.