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Day 2

Katniss

I stare at the screen, my eyes heavy from lack of sleep. "Katniss," Peeta whispers for the millionth time. "Katniss, you need to eat and sleep." I know I do but I just can't. My baby girl is fighting to the death in an arena, what am I meant to do except keep my eyes on the screen? Peeta sighs and puts his arms under my legs, lifting me out of my seat.

"No," I snap, kicking my legs.

"Katniss, you're going to sleep and then you're going to eat. All this is bad for not only but for also the baby," Peeta says. I know he's trying to be strong for me and I know I should do the same for him but I just feel so weak.

I promised to protect her. I promised that Snow would never get his hands on her and yet he got wanted he wanted like he always does. I kick and scream at Peeta, begging him to let me go, to let me try to save our daughter. He holds me tight in his arms, walking towards the bed that the Capitol had aloud us to use in case one of us needs rest.

Soon all the emotion I've kept in for two days comes out and tears fly down my cheeks. I stop fighting and let Peeta hold me to his chest, rocking me like a baby. I'm the strong one, the girl who never shows emotion and now I'm the complete opposite. I just want my daughter out of that horrid place and back here where I can hold her.

Oh, and that Jeremy! How dare he treat my daughter like that! If he comes out of that arena alive then he won't be alive for another one minute. I wish my baby stood up for herself and just killed the idiot but I know she's like Peeta as well as me. She doesn't want to kill anyone; she doesn't want to be a monster and now the guy she's teamed up with is threatening her life. I'd do anything to switch places with her right now.

I find myself drifting off into a light sleep, Peeta still rocking me gently. I realise I'm being selfish again. Here I am, feeling sorry for myself, when Hope is not only my daughter but Peeta's too. He and Hope were closer than I was with her, so does that mean he's in more pain? If so then I don't know how he can handle being so strong.

I feel Peeta lay me down on the soft mattress and put the thick blanket over me. I want to go watch my daughter and make sure she's safe but I know Peeta is right; I need to look after myself and the baby. So, I don't object when he leaves the room and drift off into a light sleep.

Peeta

I walk back over to the large screen and sit down on the comfy seats the Capitol aloud us. Of course, they want us to have the best luxuries while our daughter has a possibility of dying. I glance over at Katniss to make sure she's asleep before letting the tears fall.

I've tried so hard to be strong for her but now I just need to let it all out. I thought nothing could be worse than going through to Hunger Games but it looks like my own child going into the arena is much worse. And what if Snow decides to do the same for my son. He's not even born yet and I love him with all my heart. Will I be able to cope with two of my kids going in the arena?

I sit back and slouch in my seat, rubbing my wet eyes and trying to focus on watching Hope. I wish Jesse would find her already. There's something about him that I like. I think it's because he reminds me of myself when I was in the arena, trying my best to protect Katniss. It's obvious he loves her and while I'm happy she gets to experience love I'm not really liking the idea of her having a boyfriend at the young age of fifteen. I know she's a good girl and that she won't do anything just yet, not until she's seventeen anyway.

Oh god, what if she's already done stuff? I can't remember ever meeting a boy that she's brought to the house, so does that mean she hasn't been… active? I hope so. At the still young age of thirty-two I'd rather not be a grandpa already. I shake my head, knowing my thoughts were ridiculous. My baby wouldn't do something like sleep with a guy at her age.

I watch as she and Jeremy settle into their new hiding place for the night, wishing he'd fall asleep before her so she could kill him. I swear if he kills her and then comes out of that arena alive I'm going to strangle him and I'm pretty serious.

The screen flashes and Finnick and Jesse come into view. They have made camp at the river and they seem to be doing well. Finnick is applying the cream to his leg while Jesse tries to catch some fish in the river… he's not doing a good job. I sigh, wiping the last of my tears away as I decide it's time that I give him some help.

I search the menu and find that the sponsors have given him so much money that he could get as much food as he wants. The thing is he might need it later on if he gets hurt and needs an expensive medicine. I click on ten cheese buns and ten slices of chicken. If my suspicions are correct and Jesse is like me then he is likely to share with Finnick.

Thinking of Finnick Junior I wonder how his parents are holding up. It seems that Snow decided to let the parents of the tributes mentor their kids. Of course, Snow would love it if we blame the deaths of our children on us.

I press send on my computer and watch the TV screen as a white parachute flies through the air and settles on the grass in front of Finnick. "Hey, Jesse!" he calls and Jesse looks back at his friend. They look more a like than I thought.

"What?" Jesse replies, stepping out of the river and walking towards Finnick.

"You got a gift."

Jesse's eyes widen in surprise and I feel guilty that we didn't help him much with training and all; we were so focused on our child that we forgot to help Jesse.

I stare at the screen as Jesse literally rips open the parachute and grins when he sees the meat and rolls. "Thank you," he whispers, looking up at the sky. "I'm going to find her." The determination in his voice makes my eyes fill with tears again and I go to force them out but decide to let them out. It's better to get rid of them now so I can be strong for Katniss when she wakes up.

I once again glance over at my exhausted wife and frown; the dark bags under her eyes make her look paler than she really is and all I want to do is hold her in my arms while she fights off the nightmares but I know she'll want me to watch the screen.

As I think the thought I turn back to face the screen at the same time a loud ringing fills my ears. I jump in shock and realise that it's the phone on the table beside me. I pick it up quickly, scared that the loud ringing has woke Katniss. I check; nope, she's still asleep.

"Hello?" I greet.

"It's Haymitch, Peeta." He sounds sober. The next thing I hear makes my heart beat like a drum… "I have a plan. Now I need you to listen. Listen very carefully…"

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