Catching Fire: What If Katniss Had Really Gotten Pregnant?

Chapter 3

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By that time I was four months pregnant and my tiny baby bump had began to show when I wasn't wearing a shirt. So I stuck to wearing one. But I knew that a time would soon come rolling when I would have no choice.

I sat around the dinner table with Effie, Haymitch, and Peeta on the train, stuffing my face, keeping my eyes on the table, and refusing to talk to anyone, no matter how many times they said my name, or Peeta reached for my hand. I just wasn't ready to talk to anyone. I ate silently until my prep team came for me.

Of course, after the others were done with my hair, makeup, and nails; Cinna insisted I stripped down. I had no choice than to do what I was told. So I did.

His eyes widened, and a few moments later all he said was, "Oh, Katniss..." my eyes began to tear up, as did his, and he looked at me sadly. That was the first and last time I ever saw Cinna cry. 

He did his best not to sit there and just tell me how sorry he was. He held in his other thoughts and simply stated softly. "Well Haymitch will have to do everything he can to get you two out of there, won't he?" By the two of us, I could tell he didn't mean Peeta and me. He meant me and the baby. But... That's not what was going to happen. It didn't matter how hard Haymitch tried.

But I just nodded to Cinna as he dressed me in a sleek black jumpsuit and matching helmet.

I ran my hands over the smooth leather. Cinna grabbed my wrist and pressed a small button on it. My suit jumped to life. It glowed red, orange, and yellow; constantly changing and flowing.

I was like a hot ember in a coal mine.

"Cinna, this is amazing!" I exclaimed. He smiled, switched the suit off, and began putting the finishing touches on me and my outfit.

He hugged me tightly, once, before I left, and muttered the words in my ears. "I'm sorry Katniss."

About half an hour later I walked out to the chariots to find Peeta and Haymitch already discussing things. "Ah, here she is now." Peeta said to Haymitch, and he turned to me."New game plan for this year." Peeta grinned at me. How could he be grinning? Where we are? What's soon to happen? Haymitch pushed him aside.

"So you know how last year you were the innocent girl smiling and blowing kisses?" I nodded. "Well, none of that this time. Your'e not happy at all to be back in the games. You'll act angry. Got it?" I simply nodded again. "Well that's nice. I need a drink." Haymitch muttered as he wandered off.

As our chariot rode in next to the others, I put a hardened look on my face and stared straight ahead. I ignored the loud crowd and my face was a stone until it was all over. It took all my might to keep myself from crying. Luckily, when I caught a glimpse of myself on a camera, it didn't show. We both looked pissed.

For the next month we ate, trained, discussed allies, and slept. Me and Peeta both scored high on our personal trainings, but only because the game makers hated us, and wanted us specifically targeted for what we had done in our private sessions. Long story, don't ask. (A/N I know I didn't include much on training, but everything is exactly the same. If you'd like me to add it anyway please tell me and I will!! c: )

Then it was time for the interviews with the famous Caesar, which, yes, means I got sent to my prep team again. When Cinna pulled out my wedding dress, I didn't know what to say. "Are you really gonna make me wear that thing?" He nodded as he poofed up the bottom of the siken fabric.

"President Snow's orders." What? If President Snow had never really intended on mine and Peeta's marriage, why would he want me to wear this? To rub it in my face? To show the capitol how much I loved Peeta? Who on earth knew, but I didn't question it. "Don't forget to spin, Katniss." Oh, what did he have planned this time?