HELLO! I got this idea from my bestest friend… who actually though Katniss was pregnant in CF. Well It got me thinking.. Yes! So this begins in mocking jay!

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Katniss ( This chapter is pure thoughts)

Baby. As in child that depends on you. MY baby. The baby that's father was locked up in a cell somewhere possibly dead. Baby… I'm in shock. Prim told me and my heart stopped.

I can't take care of a child, especially not alone. I've never wanted this, but for some reason I feel this attachment. Peeta would refer to it as love, but Peeta isn't here.

He may never meet his baby. Never get to hold him, to teach him to bake. Never get to see him walk, talk, his first birthday. Peeta wanted this his entire life, started a rumor we now know is not a story at all. He would adore this child with everything he knows. He will never get the chance.

Prim is the most excited, which makes up for my mothers disappointment. Primrose couldn't be happier to be the aunt to my baby, to play with him and spoil him. My mother can't look at me; I know I've disappointed her. I don't even care considering how disappointed she has made me in my life. Prim was the one who figured it out. She saw me slowly deteriorating, and recognized the signs. She told me with the biggest smile on her face and tears of pure joy in her eyes and down her face. She is much happier then I was.

I don't know how to do this, I am the mocking jay. Being Katniss, I am expected to fight in a war, not be pregnant. Yet here I am, with a secret I cannot keep. But isn't this what the revolution is for? A world where Peeta's children can be safe? Here I am, fighting for that AND bringing that child into existence at the same time.

Johanna referred to me as brainless when she discovered, telling me I've killed myself. Finnick told me he was thrilled, yet I could see the pain in his eyes. He yearned for what he may never have and here I am flaunting it in his face. Then Gale, he hates me.

Prim told him for me and I knew it wouldn't end well. He looked directly at me, shook his head and walked away. Later that evening he walked up to me, asked "Is it true?" and grabbed my arm. When I nodded "Yes" he released my arm viciously, and walked away in anger. Already this baby is tearing the ones who I care about away from me.

The nightmares come worse and worse every night. Dreams of Mutts tearing at Peeta's emaciated body. The remanding creature chasing down my sister, and now tearing at my helpless child. It differs what mutt every night, the terrors my mind creates are worse then the Mutts I have seen. The worse dreams are those of Snow taking my child, and raising him alone, into the arena he goes. Peeta watches even more helplessly than I, suffering as he watches his child be torn into pieces. "Peeta will never meet the baby to care, don't worry ." I tell myself over and over.

When my Prim was born everyone - including myself- adored her. I was only four years old, so I though babies were the cutest thing in the world. Then when I realized what the hunger games were and I swore I would never force a child into that. I can't let it happen, I wouldn't forgive myself.

My name Is Katniss Everdeen. I'm 18 years old. I survived the 74th hunger games and a Quarter Quell. I am the face of the rebellion. And I am pregnant.

I'm going to get my Peeta back if it's the last thing I do.