I woke up to the sound of crying. For a second, I thought it was Prim and one of her nightmares again, but I managed to convince myself it was nothing.

I looked over at Peeta, who was gazing off to his left in thought. His arms were still around me, of course, and I noticed—for the first time in a while—I hadn't woken up covered in sweat.

Since my internal clock was screwed up by this whole pregnancy thing, I tapped Peeta on the shoulder. "Peeta, what time is it?"

Peeta jumped when he felt me tap him. He didn't expect me to not be asleep. "You're awake, Katniss! It is 11:15. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes. Completely black and silent. It was wonderful." I laughed quietly, but stopped when I felt something startled me.

Peeta obviously noticed my gasp and said, "What is it?"

Dumbfounded, I moved my hand down towards my stomach. Surely not… I waited for a few second, frozen like that, but nothing happened.

"Katniss?" Peeta said again. He placed his hand over mine and looked at me with a confused expression.

"Never mind. I was probably imagining it." I mumbled, embarrassed.

Peeta shrugged. "Okay. How are you feeling?" suddenly, he grinned. "Hungry much?"

"Starving!" I threw up my hands and let them fall for emphasis. "I skipped breakfast."

"Good." Peeta chuckled. "Maybe we can ask the Hunters if they could shoot an elephant for you."

I whapped him on his arm. "Don't be stupid. There are no elephants here."

"How do you know?" Peeta's voiced stopped being sarcastic and I just had to wonder.

"They just aren't." The next thing I said made both Peeta and I curious. "I wonder what is…"

We sat together on my bed before Peeta broke the silence. "I know what we are going to do today."

After changing into a fresh cotton tank-top and simple pants, I met Peeta outside our room. Our plan had only one little step that was, and Peeta agreed, our top priority. We were going to attempt to convince the Guards to let us outside somehow. Peeta wanted me to tell everyone at dinner that I was pregnant, but I convinced him out of that. His idea was insane.

After lunch, me and Peeta sat on his bed, planning.

"I don't know if the Guards would actually let us out, but it is worth a shot, I suppose," Peeta said while absent-mindedly tugging on a stray hair of mine.

"Definitely." I agreed. "But you have to consider the timing of all of this."

"What? Are you concerned we would be interrupting their sleep or something?" Peeta snorted quietly.

"No," I laughed and lied back on a pillow. "I mean—I few want to go outside, we should have a whole day to do it, right? If we went today, we would only have a few hours to go outside."

"True. Let's just get through today and go outside tomorrow." Peeta looked slightly troubled, but leaned back on his bed with me.

"What are you thinking of?" I asked, honestly curious.

Peeta took my hand and began playing with my fingers. "Well, if I were you I would be horribly mad at my old prep team and want to cut them out of my life. I don't see why you don't do that."

I considered this. Mentioning my old prep team was random, but if that was what was on his mind, then I should answer. "What you said was perfectly acceptably, but I'm not mad at any of them. The only person I liked that had associated with Snow was Cinna, and my prep team was genuinely nice, maybe a bit crazy, but I have no reason to hate them for working for Snow. Sometimes I think of them like… slaves almost. They had no control over what Snow did."

Peeta shrugged. "Fair enough."

"What about you? Don't you miss Portia and your team?" I didn't know his prep team, but Portia seemed nice enough.

"No. They were frightening and I couldn't be happier to be rid of them." He grinned widely and I laughed.

"For some odd reason I feel as though you are not telling me something." I said, as Peeta turned away.

"Like what?" Yup. Definitely hiding something.

"Like something about our plans. I get the feeling you are just doing this to amuse me."

Peeta furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm not hiding it from you, exactly."

"Can you tell me?" I even wrapped my arms around him to be extra persuasive.

He smiled. "Okay you win. It took some persuading and talking, but yesterday I finally convince the Guards—"

"You went outside!"