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The nurse nodded. "Yes, we are finished." She opened a drawer under the sink and handed me my clothes, which were freshly washed. After she did, the nurse stepped out of the room.

With a sigh of relief, I put on my clothes. I had to admit my gown smelled slightly of hospitals, but I ignored it.

When I stepped outside the room, the nice nurse lady was there to guide me to the exit.

After checking out at the front desk, I headed through the waiting room. When I opened the door, I saw only three people occupied the waiting room: a little seven-year-old boy clutching his arm and crying, his mother, and Peeta.

The moment he saw me come out of the office, Peeta got up and jogged over to me. "How did it go? They didn't let me be there for any of it. As soon as you fell asleep they all but shoved me out." He said. Not wanting to hurt me by putting his arm around my waist, Peeta took my hand.

I shrugged. "I saw just as much as you did. I fell asleep, woke up, ate, and left. Of course," I grinned. "I think I got dressed somewhere in there."

Peeta laughed. "So how are you feeling?"

I sighed heavily. "You are, like, the billionth person to ask me that in a week!"

Peeta shook his head exasperatedly, but didn't say anything.

After a few minutes of silently walking to my room, I said to Peeta, "I need to talk to you."

A hint of a worry line appeared between Peeta's eyebrows. "Okay."

"You have been throwing away every second of your free time to be with me and making sure I'm okay."

Peeta's eyebrows furrowed more. "Yes, I have."

"That has to stop."

Peeta slowed his walking. "What? You don't want to spend time with me—?"

I shook my head at him. "No, I am feeling guilty that you don't ever get any time to yourself anymore."

Peeta sighed. "But you need me. You know… being pregnant and all."

"But you need time to yourself. When was the last time you painted?" Haha. I got him there.

"Um…"Peeta frowned.

"Exactly. I am giving you a day off."

Peeta kept furrowing his eyebrows, which annoyed me.

I made a noise of frustration. "Go paint a picture! Make cookies! Do whatever you did before I got pregnant." I reached up on my tippy toes and kissed him on the cheek.

Peeta looked down at me and I immediately knew I had won. He said, "Okay, but if you need anything, I'm not going to be mad at you for finding me."

I smiled at him. "Fair enough."

"What? Why can't I?" I said angrily.

"I'm sorry, Katniss, but you are underage and pregnant. Both of those facts goes against the rules. I can't let you go out to hunt." The head Hunter scowled down at me, obviously annoyed.

I was trying to get him to let me go outside to hunt, but it was apparent that nobody really liked me now that I wasn't the girl on fire any more. I could hunt, but it seemed as though I didn't fit the qualifications. "But I can hunt better than all of the 30-year-olds you send out there! You know how good I am so why can't you let me out?" I really hadn't meant to resort to whining, but if that is what it takes.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Everdeen." He turned his back on me and walked off.

I stood there in the middle of the hall, fuming. Well, if I wasn't allowed to hunt there must be something I am actually allowed to do.

An idea came to me and I was suddenly ashamed of myself. Ever since I learned I was pregnant I have been ignoring my real family. After that I decided to spend some time with Prim. She must get really lonely without me being there for her all the time.

I fiddled with my sleeves as I walked to her room. I thought about changing clothes first, but I guess nobody really cares if I walk around in my nightgown even if it is three o' clock in the afternoon.

I found Primrose in her room, brushing Buttercup with a little pink plastic hairbrush on her bed.

"Katniss!" she said when I walked in. Prim dropped the plastic hairbrush and ran over to me, hugging me tightly around the waist. Buttercup took the chance to leap off the bed and slip out the door unnoticed.

I hugged her back, although not too tight because my stomach was feeling tender. "I'm sorry I haven't been spending time with you. I have been having some really weird stuff going on."

"Like what?" with Prim brushing out my hair on her bed, I told her what I could about what has been happening. I left out the fact that the baby might not be Gale's because she doesn't know I thought it was his in the first place.

"I can tell you are really worried about this, Katniss, but it will be all right." Primrose took a lock of my hair and begun weaving it into the others. "You have Peeta and Mother and me to help you."

The sweet little girl that I had known before was gone, replaced by the strong 13-year-old that barely ever cried. It made me somewhat sad, but I was grateful for her to be there. "Thank you, Prim. I have been freaking out a lot. I almost never cried or broke down but now I feel like screaming ever day and I feel like the master of nervous breakdowns! What is wrong with me?"

"Nothing is wrong with you." Prim said soothingly. It was the same thing Peeta said to me when I had (another) breakdown.

"It's just…" I scooted around to face my little sister. "It's not 'just another life'. In the arena I held it together and even as I watched my friends die, no feeling could compare to the one now that tells me about my baby…"

Prim tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I know. And I don't blame you. Neither does Peeta, and I know that for a fact."

I laughed quietly. "Yeah… Before, back in district 12, me and Gale use to talk about our future. If we wanted families. I didn't, but now, I realize that was only because I didn't want my children to go through the same thing all of the other children go through. The reaping. Now that there is no more Games and I am about to start my own family, I love it and I want to save my child." Even to my own ear, my words sounded corny. But it was true. Primrose would surely understand.

Instead of saying something, Prim took my hand and smiled comfortingly.

That night I slept with Prim in my bed. She fell right to sleep, curled up by my side. It reminded me so much of little Rue, but I pushed that memory away before I could dwindle on the thought too much. With the comforting sound of my little sister breathing, I was lulled into a much-needed sleep.

Wahoo! Chapter 30 is done! This one is long. :3 I like writing long chapters. I still need you guys' input on my story. Help me out! I just need to know if any of you would be not okay with Katniss being preggers with Peeta's baby after all. As always, love from SoggyBug