The doctors had told me that I can walk short distances unassisted but to use a wheelchair if I want to leave the hospital. There's nothing wrong with my legs, they just want to ensure the safety of my baby and, with my concussion, they don't want me on my feet for too long.

"Good girl, I was worried that you'd make a fuss" Haymitch says as he helps me from the chair, beside Peeta's bed, and into the wheelchair he'd brought in with him and wheels me out of Peeta's room.

"I'd rather go independently rather than be attacked and forced up there" I tell him. "Do you have any idea what she wants?" I didn't need to ask to know what the answer was.

"Yes" he sighs "I told her what you said and she agrees to some extent but she wants to show the districts that you and the baby are alive."

"Can't she do that when the baby is here?"

Haymitch shakes his head "that's what I said but she wants you to still be pregnant; says that will be more of a motivation for the districts, says that it'll show just how strong you are to be able to survive the games with your life and the life of your baby still intact. Apparently a pregnant mockingjay is more appealing than the mockingjay holding a baby. I tried to fight for you, Sweetheart, but she wasn't having any of it."

"It's ok, Haymitch; I'll deal with it." I truly felt like I was on fire right now; was Coin insane or something? Was she never warned not to piss off a heavily pregnant woman, especially a heavily pregnant woman who is classes as mentally disorientated, has no home and is worrying over her husband who lies unconscious in the hospital? She has absolutely no idea what she's dealing with.

"Go easy on her, Sweetheart" Haymitch warns as we greet Boggs, Coin's first in command, by the elevator. "She's clasping as straws right now."

Boggs greets us with a nod of his head before pressing the button that sends the elevator upward. "How are you, soldier Everdeen?" He asks.

"Pissed that I'm not with my husband right now" I tell him shortly.

"Understandable" is all he says before falling silent again.

District Thirteen have decided not to accept mine and Peeta's marriage claim without proof which, of course, we don't have. They have said, however, that when Peeta is awake and up to it they're more than happy to have us married officially but until then I am Katniss Everdeen, the girl who had pre-marital sex.

I snort at this, finding my thought more hilarious than it probably was, causing Haymitch and Boggs to look at me as though I was slowly going insane but it puts a smile on their faces anyway.

"You thinking of how many ways you can kill Snow again?" Haymitch asks as the elevator doors open into a room where Coin, Plutarch and Gale were waiting.

"No" I tell him, eyeing up Gale; I knew that he spends time here, helping Plutarch with plans and stuff, but I didn't know just how much time he was spending with Coin. He'd left that part out. "I'll tell you later, Haymitch."

"Everdeen" Coin smiles at me "it's nice to see you…finally."

"Well you didn't really give me much choice" I tell her before deciding to get straight to the point. "I don't want to be your mockingjay" I say "not whilst I'm still in recovery and due to go into labour in less than two months, not whilst Peeta is still out of it and not whilst Cinna is still in the Capitol. End of conversation."

"And I understand and respect that" she tells me respectfully "but, Katniss, the districts need to know that you're still alive; Plutarch had an idea that, I think, you might be ok with."

"Before we start, Katniss, I want to make sure that you're agreeing one hundred percent to being the mockingjay" Plutarch states, stepping closer to my wheelchair.

"With conditions" I remind him.

"There are more conditions?" I'd been discussing this with Gale and Prim since they first asked me to be their mockingjay; it was actually Prim who told me that I could ask for whatever I wanted and they'd probably give it to me. When I nod he says "what are the rest?"

"That you send out a rescue mission to get the victors and Cinna back from the Capitol and that they are pardoned. You will announce this in front of everyone" I start "that, when I can, Gale and I can go hunting in the woods; we'll bring what we catch back for the kitchens here. I just need to know that I'm not locked in here" I say.

"Anymore?" Coin asks, now a little more apprehensive.

"That my sister gets to keep her cat" Gale had gone back to district twelve, returning with a few things for us, including Prim's vile cat, Buttercup. "And I get to kill Snow."

"I can sort out all but one" she tells me "the last one, however, we'll flip for when the time comes."

I nod; of course I couldn't be the only one harbouring hate for our dear old President Coriolanus Snow. "Great!" Plutarch claps his hands together before turning around and looking for something. "Katniss, you're going to love this" he states, coming back over with a notepad. He flips it open and shows me clothing designs that could only have been drawn by Cinna.

I take the book from him, wanting a closer look. He's drawn me twice, pregnant me and normal me, but the only reason I know it's me is because of my hair. The girl in the book doesn't look much like me but she is what Cinna sees and even what Peeta sees; the comparisons between their drawings are similar. It was beginning to make me feel as though I just have a very low image of myself. I shake that thought away as I continue to look at the scribbles and, at the end of the book, he's written 'I'm still betting on you, girl on fire.'

It brings a tear to my eye.

"We have the suits" Plutarch tells me. "Literally, all we want, is to take a couple of pictures of you in the pre-baby costume so that we can show the districts that you and the baby survived. That's all we want, nothing more; is that ok?"

"I guess" I sigh, shutting the notepad and holding it protectively "can I keep this?"

"Not yet, Miss Everdeen" he tells me, looking genuinely sorry "we're still going through it but you can have it once we're done."

"Alright" I say, forcing myself to give the notebook back.

Plutarch smiles "we'll be ready in a couple of days. Thank you, Katniss."

I'm wheeled back to my hospital room by Gale but we don't really speak until he's helped me back into bed. "It'll be nice to go hunting again" Gale says as I direct him where to put my extra pillows before taking the seat beside the bed.

"Won't be for a while yet" I tell him "but it's something to look forward to."

"Thanks for thinking of me" he nods "I thought that you might not be receptive to the idea of us being friends again."

I shake my head at him, not wanting to pander to him because I was still feeling a little raw. "Don't be stupid" I tell him "anyway, how come none of you told me about Cinna's notepad?"

"Apparently he made them promise not to show you until you'd made up your mind. He didn't want to sway you one way or another; he wanted the choice to be yours." He takes my hand and squeezes my fingers "I'll let you get some sleep, Catnip."

The next day I was discharged but allowed to keep my bracelet which meant that I didn't have to stick to the schedule the others have to go by; not that I would anyway, I spend most of my time sitting with Peeta anyway. Finnick had decided to sit in with me; he was sat on the other side of the bed, staring at Peeta, as he tied knots in piece of string. "You got lucky, Katniss" he tells me quietly "most of the people you care about are here."

"I care about you" I tell him "but you're only half here."

This causes him to laugh but he nods "guess that's true; it's just, I look at you and Peeta and wonder how the two of you got so lucky. Don't get me wrong" he adds "getting thrown into the games twice in a row wasn't lucky but surviving the both of them together was. Do you get it?"

I nod; I had no right to even think about complaining how unlucky I've been because Finnick is right. Despite how rough these two years have been, the odds had been in our favour. "I get it" I say "but it'll work out, Finnick, I don't know how yet but it will."

"I just wish she was dead, I wish everyone the Capitol have were dead; better dead than tortured, better dead than returning to nothing." He sighs before getting up, still making his knots, and wanders out of the room.

I look back at Peeta and run my hands through his hair. "Come back to me soon" I plead.