Hey! So new story! Yay! :D So this story is the story of Katniss and Peeta's first baby. So this story is set 5 years after Mockingjay, so enjoy and please, please, review! Oh ps. This story is called Mini Mockingjay! Enjoy! Oh also in this story Cinna and Portia and Finnick are still alive! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own the hunger games all rights go to Suzanne Collins!

Chapter 1: We're having a baby!

"My name is Katniss Mellark; I'm 22 years old and live in victor's village with Peeta and Haymitch. When I was 16 I was in the 74th annual Hunger Games with Peeta. We both won the games, after I accidently defied the Capitol by threatening to commit suicide with Peeta by eating the nightlock. The next year for the 3rd Quarter Quell Peeta and I were thrown back into the arena with 22 other victors. Towards the end of the quell I was rescued by the Rebels along with Finnick and Beetee. Johanna and Peeta were captured by the Capitol. The rebels were eventually able to rescue them but Snow hijacked Peeta making him think he hated me and that I was a mutt and he tried to kill me on several occasions. During the final moments of the war Prim was killed by bombs, we still don't know if it really was Gale's bombs that killed her but I blame him and haven't talked to him in almost 6 years. As the Mockingjay I led the rebels to victory and now there are no more hunger games. Peeta learned to control his attacks and hasn't had one in almost 2 years. 4 years ago Peeta and I married. I just found out were expecting our first baby, and I couldn't be happier." I repeat my monologue in my head as I look down at the positive pregnancy test in my hand. I can't seem to wipe the smile off of my face. I hear the door open and close. I smile knowing its Peeta and get off the bed and run out of the room. "Peeta?" I call out.

"Katniss?" Peeta calls out. I run downstairs and into the kitchen were Peeta is.

"Peeta I'm pregnant!" I say holding up the positive pregnancy test.

"Oh my god! A baby! We're having a baby!" Peeta says. I smile.

"Yeah we are." I say. Peeta smiles and kisses me. He puts his hand on my still flat stomach.

"How far along are you?" he asks.

"7 weeks." I say. "But I don't wanna tell someone until I'm at least 3 months there's so much less chance of Miscarriage then." I say.

"Of course." Peeta says.

I smile and press my lips to Peeta. We're finally going to be a family.