Once again, I want to thanks those who reviewed the 2 first chapters. You are wonderful ! You make my days ! To answer 97 and Kaprii Mellark's question, I don't really follow the chronology of the epilogue of Mockingjay. In my head, my story takes place somewhere like 2 years after the "real/not real" episode. I hope it doesn't bother anyone.

One more chapter to come after this one. But good news, I have just started a new story, a sequel to this one.

Disclaimer : I'm not Suzanne Collins. Proof ? Check my bank account, and what's left on it...

Chapter Three

I knock at the door and wait for an answer. I have left the doctor's office ten minutes ago with a little brown bag containing the damn pregnancy test. I had two possibilities. I could go see Peeta at the bakery and tell him all about it. But it would feel like I believe the doctor's theory, which I don't. Plus I know Peeta's point of view on founding a family and I really don't want to bring the subject. We talked about our future together once and we realized that our visions were totally opposed. He wants to get married and have a lot of children while I'm perfectly content with our actual situation and don't want to change a thing.

The other possibility is that I go home and do this stupid test, just to prove that I'm right. I opt for this. But as I walk toward my and Peeta's house I realize that I don't want to do it alone. I have no idea why. I just don't want to be alone.

So here I am, waiting for Delly to open the door.

"Hi Katniss" she greets me, clearly surprised to see me. "Come in. Can I get you something ? A tea, a coffee, an orange juice ?"

We are now in Delly's living room. "No, thanks" I say as I sit on the sofa.

There is a silence and I realize that I'm supposed to explain the reason of my visit. I take a deep breath and say :

"I have a favor to ask you, Delly."

She senses my tone : "Of course. What's going on ? Is there something wrong ?"

"I'm not sure yet." I decide to imitate the doctor and take the pregnancy test out of bag and put it in front of Delly. And apparently she has decided to imitate my previous reaction at the doctor's office :

"What is that ?"

"A pregnancy test" I answer. The words taste wrong on my tongue.

"Oh." After a few seconds : "Does Peeta…"

"No, he doesn't know. I just come back from the doctor's office."

"Oh" repeats Delly.

"That's probably just nonsense because I can't be pregnant" I say, trying really hard to convince myself.

"You can't ? I thought, you know, since you and Peeta live together…" she trails off.

I'm pretty sure I'm blushing : "I mean yes, technically I can be pregnant, but…" this time, it's my turn to trail off.

"I understand. Well I guess you have to do the test to be sure. How does it work ?"

"I have to pee on it."

"To what ?" Again, same reaction I had a few minutes ago.

"I know I find it weird too but the doctor seemed rather sure of herself."

"In that case, the restroom is this way" she points it at me with her finger.

When I come back, Delly hasn't moved. So I sit back where I was before and put the test on the coffee table.

"I have read the instructions and we have to wait 3 minutes for the result" she explains.

So we wait. And it's probably the longer 3 minutes in my life. I stamp my foot against the floor at a quick rhythm. I don't know how Delly can stand it but she doesn't say a thing. I guess she understands that I'm a little nervous.

"The 3 minutes are gone" she says at one point. I just look at her. I have changed my mind, I don't want these 3 stupid minutes to end !

As I'm not moving, Delly asks : "Do you want me to look at it ?"

"No, I'll do it."

I force myself to take the little stick in my hand and lower my eyes on it.

"Plus" I just say. I know what it means but I don't want to acknowledge it.

Delly does it for me : "You're pregnant."

I don't know how long I stay there, unable to move, unable to think. All I know is that after a certain amount of time, I'm finally able to say : "I have to go."

I can see that Delly doesn't know how to react. Knowing her, I'm quite sure that she is thrilled but I guess my reaction prevents her to show it. She escorts me to the door, hugs me and says : "Just let me know." I nod and leave.

On my way home, I meet Haymitch : "Hi Sweetheart" he says, walking toward me. "You look awful !"

"Thanks Haymitch. A compliment is always nice to hear !" I answer drily.

"Wow, you look awful and your mood is awful. You have your period or what ?"

At that precise moment, I want to slap him so badly ! But I tell myself that I have other bigger problems to deal with right now. So rather than killing Haymitch, I just turn my back at him and leave. However, Haymitch being Haymitch, he adds :

"Peeta is a lucky man. You're such a doll !"

"Shut the hell up" I scream at him. This time, he doesn't add a thing.

I just have the time to close my door before the tears run down my face. I collapse on the floor, my back against the door. What am I going to do ? What am I going to tell Peeta ?

By the way, we're Sunday which means... The Hunger Games' trailer tonight ! Woooooooo !