The next day is a Monday, but not just any Monday. Today, the president will announce the Quarter Quell. I get up at dawn and walk to the bathroom. In the shower, I place a hand on my slightly rounded stomach. Today I am exactly eight weeks pregnant. I sigh and step out of the warm water. I get dressed and slip out of the door, without waking Peeta.
Before I know it, I am in the woods, and a just few minutes away from mine and Gale's meeting place; a lake, deep in the woods. I grab my bow and arrows from the hollow log I leave it in, and jog the rest of the way, not failing to notice how I am out of breath much more quickly than usual. He smiles when he sees me, his breath turning to steam in the cold air. I pull my baggy shirt down properly, so that it hides my small bump.
"Hi," I say.
"Hey Catnip," he replied with a grin. "How are things with you and bread boy?"
Ignoring his use of nicknames, I take a deep breath, and a look or concern passes over Gale's face at my serious expression.
"Gale," I say nervously, trying to keep my hands away from my bump (an action that has become habitual over the past few weeks).
"Yes?" he enquires.
"I'm pregnant," I say.
"Pregnant?" he shouts.
I knew he would be upset after he told me he loved me, but he already knows I'm married to Peeta. Surely he should get it by now.
I jump out of the way as he punches the tree I was standing next to, and almost trip over a log in the process. I instinctively wrap my arms around my abdomen, breathing fast and my heart racing. He stares at my bump, clearly outlined, now that my hands have pulled the fabric taut.
"Gale," I plead.
Suddenly, I feel a movement, almost like the fluttering of a butterfly's wings, but inside me. I gasp and clutch my abdomen.
"Katniss! Are you ok?" he asks coming up to me.
"I'm ok. I-I think the baby just moved!" I say, in awe. The baby must have sensed my rapid heart rate.
I hope we can still be friends. I can't lose Gale. I realise how long we've been standing here. The announcement is soon so I have to get back.
"I have to go," I say. Gale frowns at the leaves by his feet.
"Ok," he says "I'll… ok."
I duck under the fence and rush back to Victor's Village.
"Peeta!" I call "Peeta!"
He comes out of the kitchen with a tray of cheese buns. The smell makes my mouth water.
"The baby moved. I wish you could feel it… it's so weird. It's like I have bubbles in my stomach!" I tell him as I eat one of the buns in the kitchen.
"Really?" he asks excitedly, "I can't wait to meet our baby."
I smile at him and look at the clock.
"It's nearly time," I say. The smile disappears from his face. We walk to the lounge and I turn on the capitol seal flashes on the screen as the anthem plays. Peeta squeezes my hand and places the other on my bump.
"I love you," he says.
"I love you too," I say as the final notes of the anthem play.
President Snow walks onto a stage and begins to speak, his cold, pale eyes gleaming.
"On the seventy-fifth anniversary of the annual Hunger Games, to remind everyone that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the capitol, the tributes will be reaped from the existing pool of victors."