Pregnant in the 75th

15. Positive

Peeta's POV

It's been a few weeks since we got back from the victory tour and today is the announcement of what this year as the quarter quell is and how it is different.

In the first quarter quell, the people of the districts were made to vote on who they would put forward to compete in the games. They said it was done to remind the people that they were responsible for the rebellion and in turn for the founding of the games. As if it is their fault that their children are forced to fight and die every year in the games.

The second quarter quell, Haymitch remembers all to well. Its strange thinking that he was once in the games but it does explain why he always sleeps with his knife.
The design of this quarter quell was that there were four tributes chosen from each district instead of the usual two putting twice as many people in the arena and made it twice as brutal and in Haymitch's words it made the tributes all twice as stupid. Haymitch never says a word about his games so I'm not actually too sure how he won and he is not somebody who gives information up lightly.

This year could be absolutely anything.

I was up early this morning baking cookies to take over for Prim, they're her favourite and with all that's happening today and everything she has been through in the past year she could probably do with something to take her mind off it even if just for a minute.

My thoughts are interupted by light tapping on front door as it opens,"Knock knock knock." I step behind the kitchen door once I hear her voice, "Peeta? Are you in here?" She says as she steps into the kitchen.

"Boo!" I say as I wrap my arms around her waist, "Hello Kitty Kat," I say stretching over her shoulder to kiss her cheek.

She giggles slightly at hearing her nickname I gave her, "Better not call me that in public mister," she says spinning around to place her hands over my shoulders, my hands never budging from her hips.

"Oh yes and why is that? Worried it will damage your street cred?" I say teasing her.

"Ahh yes, I have to keep up my reputation you know. You don't become the winner of the hunger games for nothing and some of us have to work on how the public see us. People don't fall desperately in love with me like they have done with you."

"Well I only have eyes for you so they can think what they wish." I say before pressing my lips against hers, softly to begin with but with increasing pressure as she kisses back. My tongue tracing lines along her sealed lips before she opens the gap and our tongues battle for dominance until I pull away and place one last soft kiss on her lips.

"Hmm maybe I believe you then," she says causing me to laugh.

"Well that's alright then. You been hunting?" I say nodding to the bag on her shoulder.

She nods slightly, "Ah ha." She doesn't have to hunt now as we receive winnings from the capitol for surviving the games but she does it anyway. I guess it gives her a sense of freedom between being caught up in the capitol's world and I can't say I blame her as baking is the exact same for me. "I'm just on my way home if you want to come over for a while? I know Prim wants to see you."

"Sounds great. I have a present for her anyways," I say lifting up the bag of cookies I made earlier, "I just have to be back for the announcement later." She sighs after I say that.

"I know. The games are going to be a lot different this year aren't they?" She asks.

"I'm afraid so Kat. But don't worry we can do this." She smiles slightly but I know she will still worry. "Come on then we better go." She runs her hand through my hair and laughs, "What was that for?"