Peeta had the brilliant idea to announce to millions of people on national television that you were pregnant. You weren't actually...right?

After you had scolded Peeta for being an idiot, you had some doubts and bought a pregnancy test in secret and took it after you got back.

The fifteen minutes felt like days. You swore on everything you knew you had used protection. Did it break? You didn't know and it was hurting your head just thinking about it.

Sooner then you know it, the fifteen minutes are over and you pick it up to check the results. Two lines. Positive. You drop the pregnancy test out of your genuine shock.

Once you flinch and snap out of it, you pick it up, gulp, and leave the restroom to tell Peeta.

When you're in the same room, Peeta smirks at you.

"You gonna keep yelling at me? Or admit what I said was genius?"

He asks you, clearly a bit smug, thinking his idea was top tier.

"C-come here."

You mutter.

"Oh, I get it. You wanna whisper it to me."

Peeta says, standing up from the bed and walking over to you.

"Come on. Say it."

Instead of saying anything, you shove the pregnancy test into his hands, red as a tomato.