SHOUT OUTS:

Commission for "The Ice Within"! Thanks for your dedication to When Life Became A Game!

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DISCLAIMER:

There are several concepts, characters, and real life things that I use and/or mention in this chapter that I don't own. These include but are not limited to the Hunger Games, Annie Cresta-Odair, Katniss Everdeen/Mellark, Peeta Mellark, Gale Hawthorne, Primrose Everdeen, Safari, Google News. the Quarter Quell, the City Circle, and HEAT Magazine.

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A/N: Last of the four one-shot commissions for my top WLBAG reviewers! Enjoy! This is posted in three chapters for the POV changes although it is really a one-shot.

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IN THIS CHAPTER: Nothing O_O

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KATNISS' POV

"What do you want for lunch?," asks Peeta, standing just inside the door of our home office. At least that's what Effie calls it. I just call it the "Computer Room" since it's the primary home of our fancy Capitol laptop that came with the house.

He frowns, noticing a lone envelope sitting in the corner of the desk. "I thought you said you sent all those out."

"I did. This one's a draft; I ended up rewriting it. I'm not sure why I didn't throw it out."

"Oh," Peeta says, but we both know that's not the case.

That one was for Gale.

Couldn't bring myself to send it.

"Anyway, lunch?"

"Something light," I respond. "I'm not feeling that great."

He nods and exits, giving me the space I need, and my head drops into my hands. Now I understand why Finnick kept playing the pregnancy card in the arena. It really makes you a hot mess.

I'm happy with Peeta. I know I belong with Peeta. I know I don't belong with Gale, and I wouldn't be happy with him.

So why is it so dang hard to communicate with him? To spare him the hurt that he's gonna feel when we announce it to the world saying we've already told the people important to us, and he's received nothing?

Maybe he'll feel nothing.

But probably not.

I would sure feel more than "nothing" if he did the same to me.

I power up the laptop and open the folder with all of our letters, opening the document labeled "Gale".

Word count, two.

Dear Gale,

I have no clue what to say, but I just force myself to start typing.

Dear Gale,

I'm pregnant. Just wanted to let you know before we release it to the media.

- Katniss.

No. Just no.

The canned letter Peeta drafted up for the people we don't know as well isn't going to work either.

Dear Gale,

We are proud to announce that we are expecting a child in October! We wouldn't have even had this opportunity without the continued support of all of you, and we thank you in advance for encouragement to come!

With lots of love,

Katniss and Peeta

Worse than the first one.

I sigh and sleep the computer. He'll just have to find out through the news release that Effie's planning like everyone else.

Too bad if it hurts him. Watching Prim die hurt.