Author's Note: Hey guys, Heidi here! So I'm pretty new to the Hunger Games fandom. I've never really written anything for it before so I'm a little nervous. I've had this idea in my head for so long though, and I really need to get it out. The story will probably be about 10-12 chapters long, and takes place during Catching Fire. The first chapter is always boring, and the hardest to write, so please bear with me. And I know that there are probably similar stories out there like this, but I'm not trying to copy anyone. Reviews and constructive criticism are so very welcome. I want to improve my writing. Be sure to leave reviews and stuff, thanks for everything. Check out my profile if you want to know more about me! Oh, and I'm also taking multichapter requests at the moment, so PM me if you have anything you want me to do. I hope y'all enjoy the story.
The interview with Caesar Flickerman for the quarter quell was going surprisingly well. After my little façade in the wedding dress, it was Peeta's turn to give a little something for the audience to eat up. I watched backstage with the rest of the tributes, like the last time, remembering that on that very stage, Peeta confessed his love for me for the first hunger games. We were supposed to be getting married, keeping up the charade that we were still the star-crossed lovers from district twelve. For Peeta, I wasn't sure if it was a charade though... And for me? Well I wasn't very sure of it yet either. We were friends, that much I knew, but did I have more than platonic feelings for Peeta? I wasn't sure yet.
I watched as Peeta made his way out on stage, clad in a tuxedo that somewhat matched my wedding dress. He greeted Caesar with a handshake, and a friendly smile. "Peeta?" Caesar began. "The wedding, the marriage... Never to be." He said, his tone of voice grim, but us tributes knew that Caesar's interest was all a show. I stood there, watching Peeta with interest. That was the thing with Peeta, you never knew what he was going to say next. He had such a way with words, that you had no choice but to sit back and listen.
"Actually, we got married already, in secret." Peeta explained. I knew it, I knew he was going to say something shocking like that... The audience gasped, they were in shock at this confession, but so was I.
"A secret wedding?" Caesar asked. "Alright, do tell." He added. In that moment I couldn't help but to be slightly nervous. Why wouldn't he talk to me first if he was going to say something like that? But Peeta was known for dropping slight drama bombs on Haymitch, Effie, and I.
"We want our love to be eternal." Peeta replied simply.
"You know, Katniss and I, we've been luckier than most." Peeta continued, his tone of voice growing more serious. "I wouldn't have any regrets at all..." He paused, and I was straining so hard, wondering what the heck he was going to say. "If it... If it weren't..." He was stuttering a lot, and I was confused. "If it weren't for the baby." He spoke clearly, but he looked like he was going to cry at any given moment, he was a good actor, I'll give him that. At that moment, the audience was going wild, demanding to know about our fake unborn child.
"Alright, settle down!" Caesar said. "Let's get to know more." I was curious as to what angle Peeta was trying to play with the whole pregnancy thing. But his time was over, and Peeta joined me backstage with a hug. I know he could read the confusion on my face, but a part of me knew that everything was going to be okay.
After the interviews were over, Peeta and I headed back to our quarters to where we were staying before the games. He held my hand the entire time, even though they were slightly calloused and sweaty, he never let go. "What were you trying to do with that?" I asked as I stared over at him, meeting those baby blues.
He shrugged, "Maybe they'll cancel the games..."
"They won't cancel the games, you know that." I retorted.
"It doesn't hurt to try." Peeta said, and he was right. Maybe President Snow would take it easy on us since I was supposedly pregnant. But deep down, I knew that he wouldn't. This would probably only make things worse, because that was the kind of person that Snow was. He was pure and complete evil. But, a little hope wouldn't hurt I guess. When we stepped out of the elevator, Haymitch and Effie was waiting for us, and standing beside them was President Snow. Were we in trouble again?
"Great job out there." Haymitch told us, careful to what he was saying because of Snow's presence. "Snow asked to talk to you guys." He gestured to the president. My heart was going a mile a minute, and it must have sounded like a freight train as the smell of blood and roses filled my nostrils once again. Peeta squeezed my hand, and I knew he was trying to tell me that everything was going to be okay. No matter how horrible I was to him, he was always there for me.
"Yes, President Snow?" Peeta asked, stepping forward to shake the man's hand. I stayed where I was, deciding that I would let Peeta handle this. He was always better at words than I was.
"I wasn't aware that there was a child involved." President Snow spoke calmly. "I'm quite shocked that Miss Everdeen had not mentioned it to me before the reaping." Of course he would bring that up. The meeting where he said he was going to kill my family and I if I didn't love Peeta.
"We only just found out, sir." Peeta replied, defending me once again.
"The people of Panem are not happy about this." He said with a movement of his hand. "They feel that it's... Cruel, to be sending a pregnant tribute into the arena. I, however, see nothing wrong with it. But we can't upset the capitol, can we?" He asked.
"What are you saying sir?" Peeta asked. Maybe he would cancel the games after all? I never knew President Snow could be so lenient.
"I'm saying that you two are out of the games... It's too late for replacement tributes, so there shall be 22 instead of 24. The games must go on." President Snow revealed. I was happy, but a part of my heart still ached for the remaining tributes that had to continue to go on in the games. "I am looking forward to seeing the child in the future. Until then, continue your lives in district twelve." He added.
"Thank you sir." Peeta said as President Snow made his exit. I wasn't sure what to say or think. We were going home, but now Peeta and I really had to have a baby. Nervous was an understatement as Peeta pulled me into a hug, and we were on our way home with Haymitch and Effie.
Author's Note: To be continued...?