What if Katniss was pregnant?

What if Katniss was really pregnant?

Hunger Games Fanfic

"They've decided to do it- The 75th hunger games is on. Though the baby thing was a great idea Peeta." Haymich says.

Effie Peeta and I have been waiting for Haymitch to tell us weather Peeta and I have to fight till our death again. Peeta told Ceaser, along with the capitol and all the districts watching about what I told him about a week ago, only most of them think its fake. Sometime when Peeta and I got back together during the victory tour, I became pregnant, most people believe its fake, just so that we wouldn't have to fight. I wish it was fake, but it is not.

"You both deserve so much more," Effie says as she starts to weep, "I am truly sorry,"

"Thank you Effie." I say hoping it was the right thing to say, I'm not really good with the whole emotions thing, but by the way Effie nods and giving a little smile, I am assuming that what I said was right. After Effie hugs me Peeta walks her out of the room, probably since the way she was bawling she might need a little help to her room. After they leave I turn to Haymich.

"Any last advice?"

"Stay alive." That's all he says then he brings me to a tight hug, and starts to walk away with his head down.

"Haymitch wait," I whisper to him, he stops and turns to me. "Remember our deal, do whatever it takes to keep him alive." I search for his eyes and when they find mine I say," Promise me."

"Kay." Haymich turns away, but them turns back to me again. "Also, when you're in the arena remember who the real enemy is." With that he walks away.

Soon I find myself in my bedroom, with Peeta lying next to me on the bed.

"Peeta, what are we going to do?" I saying thinking of the baby and of the games.

"I really don't know, but there isn't anything we can do now."

Eventually we dose off but we don't get much sleep, with me waking up with my horrible dreams and us both worrying about everything that going to be happening. Either I'll be a mother and Peeta will be dead, or I'll be dead and Peeta will be all alone. I want to save him so badly and I made Haymich promise that too- he can't back off on his promise.

Soon when it is morning Peeta and I make no effort to get up, we just lay there quietly and listing to each other breathe.

"I don't want to be with anyone else-just you." I whisper, my head lifting off his chest so that I can see his face. I want to spend the most time together as we can.

"If that's what you want." Peeta whispers back. He looks really tired, and I suddenly feel guilty. If I didn't have to sleep next to him every night then he might actually be able to get some sleep. I suddenly feel the need to apologize.

"Peeta I'm..." Before I can finish the sentence his lips are on mine and everything feels better, I feel safe and I know he loves me. But I also know that since he loves me he will do whatever it takes to keep me safe, just like I'm trying to do for him. I can't help but think that this just might be our last kiss.

Knock knock.

Some one's knocking on the door- that's our cue to get ready for what awaits us.

"I love you." Peeta says, and this time when I respond I know what I'm saying is the truth.

"I love you too." I say and Peeta plants one more kiss on my cheek.

Getting ready was I blur to me. After my crew got me cleaned up and dressed I got sick in the toilet. I'm not sure whether it was morning sickness or fear for the Games. But somehow I made it through and before I knew it I was on the plane to the arena.