-Three weeks later-
I wake up in the middle of the night, feeling nauseas and covered in sweat. I breathe deeply, making an effort to push away the recollection of another nightmare. The further into my pregnancy I get, the more vivid and terrifying the dreams have become.
Images of blood and the ashes of my home consume my every thought. It takes me a while to become aware of Peeta's embrace. I let out a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding and turn to face him, tears of grief and loss threatening to fall down my cheeks.
Peeta whispers soothing words in my ear as he holds me. The baby moves inside me, making his or her presence known to both of us. He rubs my bump and I eventually fall into a dreamless, restless sleep.
Hours later, we are woken by the loud and annoying beeping of Peeta's communicuff. He reads aloud the message from Plutarch:
"COMPULSORY MEETING, 07:30. ROOM B-613."
He kisses me softly, then goes to get dressed. I decide to take a quick shower. Tying my hair up, I step into the flow of hot water. I quickly wash and as I'm wrapping a towel around myself, I feel a slight tightening sensation in my lower abdomen. I ignore it and hurry to get dressed.
Twenty minutes later, I am sitting next to Peeta in a room filled with anyone remotely important in the whole of District 13. President Coin clears her throat and begins to speak;
"As you are all aware, we were… unable to rescue two of the tributes in the 75th Hunger Games. However, we have now come to the decision to send in a team to hopefully get them out." She sounds like she doesn't agree with what she's saying, which disgusts me.
Stunned, I share a glance with Peeta. Johanna and Enobaria both allowed themselves to be taken by the capitol, just so that I could live; another thing I am responsible for.
Finick catches my eye and I look back at him, sharing the overwhelming feeling of guilt. All of a sudden, the tight, squeezing sensation in my stomach comes back, but it is more painful. I press my clenched fist to the side of my bump and squeeze my eyes shut for a second. Peeta gives me a quizzical, concerned look and I smile at him, not wanting him to worry.
Coin proceeds to explain her proposed plan to 'extract' Johanna and Enobaria. About fifteen minutes into her direct speech, the feeling comes back again, but it is noticeably more painful. Peeta notices my hands, gripping the arms of the chair so tightly that my knuckles are white.
I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the dark screen on the wall. I'm as white as a sheet. The sound of people's voices all begins to blur into one and my ears are ringing.
"Peeta," I whisper. He doesn't hear me.
"Peeta, the baby…". I'm holding my bump as another pain hits me and the room is spinning. The last thing I hear is people calling my name repeatedly before I black out.