A/N: I'm apologizing now for any spelling and grammatical mistakes. I'm trying to get into story land, but it's hard knowing my uncle's in the hospital. I hope you enjoy the chapter at least.

Chapter 25: Training Day One

(KATNISS POV)

"I have to go into labor to be free," I almost yelled.

"It's the only way, but there are a million ways to do it! I just have to ask around a little," Effie smiled. "Also, you didn't hear this from me, but there's talk of something big happening. I can't say exactly what because you're a tribute, but it's huge and you all might be free. Mum's the word!"

I walked with her to the elevator and we went down. The talk way the same as last year. Don't fight before the arena, survival skills, blah, blah, blah. I watched Prim go for archery and smiled. She was taking after me. It was crowded with sixty tributes in the training center, but I found a cozy little spot to sit and stay out of the action. I wanted to practice, but my feet were killing me.

"Just because you won, doesn't mean you're getter than all of us," someone say coming over. "The name's Jenna, but back in District Two they all call me love because I'm the girl everyone loves."

"Obviously not Cato," I smirked. "Otherwise he would have killed me and gone back to you. Being as he didn't, you're not the girl EVERYONE loves since he's happily married to me."

"Yeah right," She scoffed. "Good luck with that one. He's not happy. He's miserable."

"Yeah, that's why he almost begged me to have sex with him after we were married, finally convincing me," I smirked. "Best. Decision. Ever."

"He would not have sex with you, TRAMP," She yelled just loud enough for everyone to hear TRAMP.

I got her just where I wanted her. She fell for it. I won. I started crying. She called me a tramp. It didn't hurt me. It was going to hurt her.

"I am not a tramp," I yelled through sobbing tears. "I'm in love with my husband! So we had sex, that's what married couples do! I didn't plan on getting pregnant, it just happened! It's not like I wanted to be a mother yet!"

She looked at me in shock. She fell into my plan and I was definitely winning. Cato told me this morning about her. She's nineteen, totally full of herself, and was head over heals in love with him.

"I just wanted to live happily every after with him, and I can't even do that now," I continued yelling. "If I'm lucky, I'll be the victor so I can at least have a small piece of him here with me!"

Cato finally got over to me at that point. He hugged me and held me tight. I was in tears, thanks to Melody teaching me to cry on the spot and my emotions running wild.

It's crazy how I was able to go eight months and I'm barely showing now. I must have gained more weight there than I thought. No, I had gained about twenty-seven pounds. Maybe there was something wrong with the baby and that's why I wasn't showing. I've been seeing a doctor every month, every week now that I'm so close, but she hasn't said anything's wrong. I don't know how I was able to avoid telling Cato.

(CATO POV)

"What the hell is wrong with you," I yelled after sitting Katniss back down in the chair. "How DARE you insult her! We're MARRIED, Jenna. If you actually loved me like you said you did back in Two, you would be nice to her and be happy for me! She's my WIFE and I LOVE HER! Get over yourself! Not everyone is in love with you! I wasn't there and I'm not here! If I wanted to be with you, I would have. Katniss and I are happy, so leave BOTH OF US alone. Go hit on that guy from Four I heard you squealing about with Ashley! You actually have a chance with him. He's not married! He doesn't have a BABY on the way!"

Jenna Smith. Damn that girl really pisses me off! Since the day we met, she's been all over me. When she heard I was trying to become male tribute, she refused, though it was her last chance. She had been trying since she was twelve, and just stopped. She wasn't tired of trying. She wanted a chance with me. A chance she failed at getting. I never liked her. After today, I never will. You don't call my wife a tramp and get away with it.

(CLOVE POV)

"PEETA," I yelled as I ran onto the beach with tears in my eyes. "PEETA!"

"Clove," He barely had time to say before I had crashed into him. "Shh. It's ok. You're ok."

"No, I'm not ok," I cried. "It's true! Effie just confirmed it!"

"Confirmed what," he asked. "Gale is a moron?"

"NO," I yelled. "She's pregnant! She's having his baby, Peeta. She's having Cato's baby!"

(PEETA POV)

No. She couldn't be. It had to be a ploy to get more sponsors. Who wouldn't want to sponsor a girl who's pregnant? Katniss couldn't really be pregnant. She couldn't.

"It's a ploy," I said trying to calm her down.

"It's not," Clove cried. "Effie said that she was going to help her deliver early so their baby wouldn't have possibly be born in the games. If the baby was born in the games, there would be very little chance of survival for both mother and child. That and Cato would end up dying too because if Katniss died then he would be the one fighting to keep the baby alive, then it would go to Prim, then Melody!"

I took in her words. She was right. Katniss wouldn't let Effie lie about being pregnant when it came to her sister's life. She was really pregnant. I really had lost Katniss forever.

(EFFIE POV)

Training was over and I was waiting for Katniss. One of my friends had told me that drinking a double shot of Vanilla Vodka and eating a green olive would make her go into labor. I had about twenty different ways to try, so we had a lot to do. Five days. That's all she has. Five days to give birth.

"Katniss," I called when I saw her. "I have a surprise for you!"

"What," She asked, annoyance in her voice. "I'm not in a good mood. I just want to go home."

"GOOD," I smiled. "We need to go there anyway!"

We got into the elevator with Cato, Melody and Prim. When the doors closed, I talked quick and quiet.

"I have twenty different ways lined up on the table with note cards under them," I told them. "We need to work fast if we want this to work!"

(KATNISS POV)

I had tried the first one and was waiting my five minutes when I felt a really bad cramp. I tried to hold in the pain, but failed. It felt like I was getting stabbed.

"EFFIE," I screamed. "EFFIE!"

"What do you feel," She yelled running into the bedroom.

"I feel like I'm getting stabbed," I screamed. "MAKE IT STOP!"

"WE DID IT ON TRY ONE," She exclaimed. "YOU'RE GOING INTO LABOR!"

SHIT! Yay me! SHIT! I'm going to have a baby! SHIT! I get to me a mother! SHIT! I don't have to go into the games! SHIT! I HURT!

UNCLE UPDATE: I haven't heard anything. I hope he's doing alright. I couldn't get to sleep last night. I hope he's ok. Thank you for everyone who's said they're praying for him, he's in their thoughts, and have said anything about it. He's in good hands, but I miss him.