I wake up to an empty, cold bed on Peeta's side. Turning to look at the clock I realize what time it is, I'm supposed to be in a training session right now. I get out of bed quickly, a wave of nausea washing over me. I sit back on the edge of the bed, the events of yesterday replay in my mind. I'm having a baby girl. I take a deep breath to steady myself, not wanting to get sick again. I stand up slower this time and make my way into the lounge. Effie and Haymitch are on the couch, some program on the TV. Her head rests against his shoulder. I feel like I'm interrupting something. I turn to leave, but Haymitch glances back at me, standing and walking over to me.

"Good morning sweetheart. Was beginning to wonder when you would get up. You're breakfast is at the table, go eat."

"Where's Peeta?"

"He's training. Go eat." I can't believe that Peeta didn't wake me, and that he left without me.

"I have to go. I didn't realize I overslept. Peeta usually will wake me up. Snow is already going to wonder where…"

"Snow knows where you are Katniss. You're not going to any training sessions, except your private session."

"How could you?! You told him?" I yell at him, starting toward him. How could be betray me like this?

"No, but why don't you yell a little bit louder sweetheart, I don't think all of Panem heard you," He grabs my arm and leads me back to my room, out of earshot of anyone on our floor. "I didn't tell him anything besides that you sprained your ankle badly enough to need crutches so you wouldn't be able to attend the sessions. I told him you would go to your private session, but that would be it. We need you to heal before the games. I don't know if he believed us, but he didn't push the issue, so for now, it is taken care of."

"Thank you," he pulls me into a hug, knowing that I needed the reassurance. "What about Peeta?"

"He will go to all sessions, and he will attempt to make allies. I am also working with some of the other mentors. You will mostly be staying on this floor, resting. I had the doctor draw up some fake records, but he made sure to tell me that you need to rest and take that medication, so that hopefully you won't have any complications with a delivery before or during the games."

I nod, agreeing to what he is asking of me. He leads me back out to the dining room and I sit, looking over what has been prepared for breakfast. Eggs, toast, bacon, pancakes, and orange juice. I begin to eat, hoping this time will pass quickly. I don't like just sitting around, especially not while Peeta is in the training sessions, observing the tributes and making allies for us. I would rather pick my allies for myself; he doesn't exactly have an amazing tract record of allies. Of course, I don't say this to Haymitch, I don't want to hear about how he went with the careers to protect me again. After I finish my meal, I go back to my room to lay down. These next few days promise to be boring. Peeta will be in the training sessions, and I'll be confined to this floor of the tribute center.

The next four days pass by just as I thought, boring and full no excitement. Peeta wakes me up the morning of our private sessions. I groan as I turn away from him, I had gotten used to the extra sleep the last few days. He scoots closer to me and wraps his arms around me, kissing my forehead. Today we have the private training sessions, and our scores will be released tonight. Tomorrow, before the interviews, we are supposed to go to the doctor to check on our baby and talk about delivery. It all seems so close now, in just a couple of days, we will be back in the arena. Peeta eventually is able to convivence me to leave the bed. We get dressed in silence, eat our breakfast, and walk to the elevator. He hasn't said anything to be since we left our room. As the elevator descends, I'm thankful that he reaches for my hand.

"Katniss," the sound of his voice makes me look up at him, "No matter what happens in here today, I love you."

"I love you too," something that he meant by that didn't sound promising, "Who are our allies?"

"I haven't made the decision yet. Who are you thinking?"

"Wiress and Beetee. And Mags." Peeta doesn't say anything, I notice him rolling his eyes. "Fine. No one. Just us."

"Katniss, we will need more than just us this time. But we need people who can help keep you safe. Will you please think about it?"

"Fine." The elevator stops in the tribute center, and we walk toward the waiting area for the private sessions, taking a seat in the back.

I have a jacket on over my training outfit, I can't really hide my bump anymore without putting something extra around me. I pull my legs up to me as close as I can and lean against Peeta. This could take a while and I personally am too tired this morning to stay awake during the wait. I don't know how long I'm asleep, but I wake to Peeta kissing my cheek and whispering in my ear. I look around and realize we're the only ones left in the room. I hear the intercom announcing for him to report for his assessment. He stands, leaning back down long enough to kiss my lips and then walks through the doors leading to the assessment room.

I sit there in silence, just my baby and I alone in this room, I place my hand over my bump, feeling her kicking me. I can't help smiling as I feel her, I will never let anything happen to her. I will always do my best to keep her safe from Snow, but I know that I can't keep her hidden much longer. She kicks against my hand again. I lean against the wall in the corner of the room, closing my eyes and holding onto her. The intercom sounds overhead again, calling my name this time. I stand up and walk through the same doors Peeta had gone through not long ago. We pass each other as I enter into the room. He nods to me and I continue walking toward the middle of the room. I see her on the floor, Rue. Peeta has painted a picture of Rue holding flowers, just liked how she was in the arena that last time I saw her. Tears sting at my eyes, Snow killed her, and there is a very good chance he will try to kill my baby. I grab my stomach again without remembering I'm in front of the gamemakers, nausea overtaking me. I shove the feeling down and walk to the middle of the room.

I find the dummy and berry paints immediately, getting to work with my skill presentation. I pain a mustache and eyes on the dummy, finding some string to wrap around its neck. I hang the dummy from the string hanging there in the center of the room. I dip my finger into the beery paint and write on the dummy Seneca Crane. I finishing hanging the dummy and step back, looking at the faces of the gamemakers as they realize what I have done. I get horrified looks from some of them. I take a bow in front of them and exit the room quickly. Peeta is waiting for me outside of the tribute center. I walk to the trashcan beside the elevator, throwing up the second I reach it. Peeta is behind me rubbing my back instantly. Snow killed Rue, she was so young and gentle, and Snow killed her anyway. If he has the chance, I know he will kill my baby girl. I can't give him the chance. When we go to the doctor tomorrow, we are telling him to take her out and leaving her with Haymitch.

Peeta and I get on the elevator and head back to our floor, he doesn't say anything to me. He probably knows it isn't safe to talk here. He squeezes my hand and holds me in his arms as we ride up to the floor. I know he is trying to comfort me, however it isn't helping right now. But I am grateful for him trying. Once we get off the elevator, Effie ushers us to eat our dinner. I politely excuse myself and go to my room, shutting the door behind me. My stomach is still churning. I hear a knock on my door. Peeta doesn't knock, he just walks right in, so I know this is Haymitch or Effie.

"Yeah," I call out in my strongest voice I can manage, "Come in."

"Oh Katniss," Effie sweeps into the room and walks straight to me, placing a spare string of hair behind my ear, "You really don't look like you feel well. Peeta told us you'd got sick again after your session." Of course, he told them.

"I'm fine Effie. Just didn't expect what happened, that's all."

"Here," She pulls a small white pill from her pocket and offers it to me, "it helps with nausea. It's perfectly safe when you're pregnant."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I don't really want any more of the medicine the capital has to offer me."

"It isn't from the capital or prescribed to you. It was Haymitch's to help with his hangovers. Your mother made it for him. He gave a few to me on the train, but I didn't end up needing them." She glances down as she tells me this, "It will be perfectly fine for you to take. It's here if you want it. Scores are released in thirty minutes. Clean up and join us." She sets the pill on the dresser as she walks out of the room.

I sigh as I push myself off my bed. I'm not mad at her, and I could trust Effie. I also don't feel great. I take the pill quickly, walking into the bathroom. I take a quick shower and pull on a pair of yoga pants and a tee-shirt. I cradle my stomach, feeling my baby kicking me again. I smile as I feel her, she is safe in there and I will make sure she stays safe out here. The nausea is subsiding now so I walk out of the room and into the living room area. The Panem Anthem is filling the room as I walk in. I notice Ceaser on the screen, the scores are starting. I walk to the couch and sit beside Peeta, laying my head down on his shoulder. I watch as the scores flash on the screen, mostly 9's and 10's throughout most of the tributes. Some are a little bit lower, but nothing pops up higher than a 10. The last tribute for district 11 is shown and the picture of Peeta fills the screen. I'm expecting an 8 like last year, but the sounds of applause and cheers fill me ears. Peeta has earned a 12. My picture shows next, the same score of 12 flashing on the screen. The broadcast ends quickly. These training scores weren't earned, they were assigned to paint us as a target so that we will be the first to be killed in the arena.
I storm off to my room again, shutting the door. However, Peeta is walking in before I have the chance to lock it. He pulls me into his arms and lays down on the bed with me. He holds me as I finally give in to the breakdown that I have been holding back all day. Tears fall freely down my face, and I sob against Peeta's chest. He doesn't speak, he doesn't try to say anything supportive. He just holds me and runs his fingers over my hair. Once I calm down, he lays back, pulling me down onto the bed with him. I curl up to him.

"We got those scores to make us a target. Snow wants us to die."

"I know. But none of the other tributes know that. That score might just make us more desirable as allies."

"He killed Rue. He will kill our baby Peeta. He will kill us."

"I wont let him Katniss."

"I know. Because we're having her tomorrow."

"What?"

"In the morning, when we go to the doctor, I'm telling him to take her out. She can stay with Haymitch and Effie. I just want her safe Peeta. I want her safe."