We sat on my bed for a while, like normal, and after a bit, I said, "I'm sorry."

Peeta turned his head towards me. "You apologize too much. What are you sorry for this time?"

"I'm sorry I make your life so boring. Your time is mostly spent lying awake while I sleep, and eating with me. What little time we have left is spent hanging out in my room."

Peeta put his arm around my shoulder. "I'm okay with that. Are you okay? Would you like to do something else? We could—"

Peeta was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"I'll get it." I rolled out of bed and opened the door.

Standing there was a short, brown-skinned nurse holding a clipboard and a thin strip of paper. "Katniss Everdeen?" she asked in a warm voice.

I nodded. "That would be me."

The nurse smiled at me. "Dr. Longarden requested he see you."

"Really? What for?" Peeta appeared at my side and wrapped his arm securely around my waist.

"He claims it is time for him to give you a checkup. He said something about being pregnant, but a girl your…age…" the nurse trailed off as she eyed me unusually large stomach. "Oh. I see."

"Yeah… Come on, Peeta." I rubbed my eyes with one hand and held Peeta's with my other.

We followed the nurse through the halls, not saying anything. Peeta was just as curious as I was about the random checkup. As far as I'm concerned, I am perfectly healthy.

At the hospital, the nurse signed me in, gave me the thin plastic bracelet she was holding, and sent me to a room in the back where we were to wait for Dr. Longarden. He wasn't the only doctor here available, but he was the one I was assigned to. Peeta stood next to me, while I was sitting on the uncomfortable examination table.

"I wonder why I need a checkup." I said absentmindedly.

Peeta shrugged. He was as clueless as I was. Just when he was about to say something, the door opened and Doctor Longarden entered in his usual green scrub outfit.

"How are we doing today, Katniss?" he asked, sitting down in front of his computer.

I shrugged. "Fine."

The doctor pulled a sheet of paper from his filing cabinet and snapped it onto a clipboard. "Good, good. Mr. Mellark?"

Peeta shrugged as well. "As good as I have ever been. Sort of." He couldn't help but smile. That phrase didn't work the same for us as it did for other people.

Dr. Longarden wheeled his little stool over to me and went into his "professional doctor" mode. "So, Katniss, I am going to ask you a few questions regarding your pregnancy and get on with the normal checkup as usual, it that all right with you?"

"Sure…" I didn't get why he asked my permission for that, but I suppose it didn't matter.

"Thank you. Now…" the doctor cleared his throat and clicked the end of his pen. "You are seventeen years old, is that correct?"

"Yes, but I am turning eighteen in a week." When I said this, Peeta frowned, but didn't interrupt.

"And when was it that you found out you were pregnant? I know I was the one to do the exam, but I need to write it down anyways."

"Three days ago. I think." I just went with that because I didn't feel like doing any math right now.

"Is there anything unusual that you have noticed that wouldn't be happening if you weren't pregnant?"

"Um… I sleep a whole lot longer than normal."

"How many hours do you roughly sleep a night?"

I squinted, figuring that out in my head. "About fifteen hours."

"Okay… Anything else?"

"I eat twice as much as I use to. It seems as though I am always hungry."

"I see…Mood swings?"

"Major." I nodded. "And often."

"MmHm…" the doctor scribbled that down. "Sickness?"

"Yeah… In the morning."

"And how often are those?"

"I don't know. Every four days, maybe."

"When did they start?"

"Roughly two weeks ago." I am getting sick of doctors. If he insists he is going to stick a needle in my and do any more tests than he already has I'm going to be upset.

"Yes…" he scribbled something down and continued. "When do you believe this child was conceived?"

I felt my face turn bright red and I looked down. The doctor had efficiently embarrassed the heck out of me. "Er… About six weeks ago."

My doctor was about to write that down, but he stopped and frowned. "…Are you sure about that?"

I resisted the urge to hop off the table and hide under the bed. "Yes."

He took off his reading glasses and put them in his shirt pocket. "This is very odd, because the symptoms you have described are those of a woman five or six months into pregnancy."