Just as we step off the train, I hear a faint screech of a voice, and soon enough it starts to fade in, getting louder and louder. I can just make out a figure pushing through the crowd of people, with big pink hair and a voice that would make a child cover their ears, "Peeta, Katniss!" Effie screams, throwing her arms up in the air to wrap around my neck. She pulls away from the hug, "I'm so happy to see you! It's just been too long." She holds my hands and squeezes them with every word she says. "I have so much to show you both, I'm so excited!" She pulls me through the crowd, just as I grasp for Peeta's hand with my free hand.

I'm thankful for the large sweatshirt Peeta let me borrow, as I see the photographers make their way towards us. No one has to know about this pregnancy. Not until I want them to.Effie has a car waiting for us with our luggage in it, I remind myself to thank her once all the chaos has settled.

"So," Effie's turned around from the front seat, "What brings you two here?"

"Well, Effie, Katniss-" I know where Peeta's going with this sentence, and I quickly stop him before he goes any further.

"I've been missing the city," I nod and smile. I squeeze Peeta's hand, hopefully giving him some insight on why I said what I did. "Sometimes the country life is dull."

Effie's eyes light up with pleasure, "Oh, we're going to have so much fun. We'll go to a few museums, and we'll visit some of the people who have been wanting to see the two of you for the longest time," I allow her to continue on about whatever it is she wants to do. I can feel Peeta's tense body beside me. I look down at his hands, and then up at him. He's looking out the window, holding some kind of intense stare. I know he's thinking about what I just said, and why I didn't want to tell Effie about the pregnancy.

Effie had one of the biggest mouths in all of Panem. There was no secrets when it came to her. When the last pregnancy failed, Effie was one of the first people to know thanks to Haymitch, and soon enough the entire country knew. I was not going to go there again. Once I have the baby, then I will.

"So, what do you want to do first?" Effie asked, taking me away from my trance. I saw her look me up and down, raising her eyebrows. "Actually, I can answer that one for you, maybe you should freshen up a bit first."

I smile at her agreeing and in no way wanting to fight her on that.

I realize that we've made it to Effie's downtown apartment when Peeta is pulling on my hand, "Okay, so what we're going to do is you're going to slip out first, and two people will be beside you to help guide you through the chaos to the inside of the building." I nod, realizing that it's crucial that I get this right if I want to keep all of this a secret from the world. "I'll be right behind you the entire time, holding your hand. I promise." He kisses my forehead as soon as that happens, I hear the door on the car pop open and see an endless amount of flashing cameras. With my free hand I pull the sweater down as far as it can go, without it becoming too loose.

I scoot out of the car, and feel Peeta's hand break free from mine. All of a sudden I get caught up in a panic stricken mode, but the two men next to me push me forward, not allowing me to turn around. As we enter the building, I search for Peeta, turning in every which way, unable to seek him. I suddenly feel arms grasp around my waist in one swift motion.

"I'm so sorry, Katniss," I hear Peeta's voice, and the feeling of comfort and relief overwhelms me. I pull him closer to me feeling every part of him, and thanking whoever is listening in my head. "When I was getting out of the car, the men pulled you too fast, and I couldn't get out fast enough. I'm so sorry," I feel him brush my hair and his fingers graze my back.

I don't figure out tears are falling from my eyes until I pull away, "It's alright," his fingers softly wipe away the tears, "I was just scared." I wish I could take back the word, but it's too late. Me, Katniss Mellark, scared? I don't get scared. I've been through hell and back. I shouldn't be scared over one little slip of the hand. But I was.

"I'm sorry," Peeta's hands cup my cheeks, and he kisses my forehead again. He turns and wraps his arm around my wait, "Come on, let's get cleaned up."

Getting settled in was only the first part of a very long-very, very long-month of memories with Effie. Keep looking on the bright side, Katniss. It was a struggle trying to find something to wear that would hide the baby bump. According to Peeta, I'm small. Yeah, right. Everything's gotten bigger, and when I mean everything, I mean my boobs. If my stomach wasn't a dead giveaway, I know one other part of me that would be.

"Maybe we should just tell her," I grumbled while standing in front of the mirror wearing a too tight t-shirt. "I mean, I don't think I'm going to be able to pull this off. We should've just told her in the car."

"What makes you think we can't keep this from them for a few more weeks?" Peeta asks, his hands on his cheeks as he lay on the bed.

I turn to face him, and glide my hands over my chest.

"It's kind of hard not to notice when these have gotten so much bigger." I try and adjust my shirt so that it becomes longer, but it's stuck right above my belly button. "Nothing fits me anymore, Peeta.

He gets up off the bed and grabs his sweatshirt from off the desk chair, "Here, wear this. It should be long on you."

Sure enough, it was.

The rest of the day was spent sipping hot chocolate down the streets of the Capitol trying to cover my face with a baseball cap, and somehow covering my stomach with an oversized shopping bag. Thankfully, Effie toned her look down enough to the point where she could go unnoticed by all the people with cameras. Peeta kept his arm around my waist the entire day which helped me when my own body weight was threatening to bring me to the ground.

"Today has just been magnificent! Don't you think?" Effie exclaimed in her floral voice. Peeta smiled down at me, rubbing my side.

"It really was Effie. Thank you for showing us around, it's been a wonderful day." I replied, trying to stir up as much happiness as I could into those words.

She smiled at me, clapping her hands together, "Well, I suppose I'll let you too get back," she turned to me and moved a bit closer coming so close to my stomach I had to step back, "And you. Go get some rest, whether we had a wonderful day or not, you look like you've been run over by a truck." Her side brushed up against my stomach and she gave me a look I couldn't quite decipher.

As she walked away with Haymitch at her side, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.