Hi! This is my first Clato multi-chapter fic! May be OOC at times, because of the content! Thanks everyone!
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Cato POV:
I love her smile. I could stare at her all day, smiling or not. I stood concealed in the doorway, watching Clove interact with our son. He's only a few months old, but she adores him. I could hear her talking to him, and he just giggled in response. We're young, Clove and I, 18 and 19 respectively. But when she found out, there was nothing we could do. I was cowardly and left her, avoiding her, but I did eventually come to my mind. I never did marry her, though all of the nation is waiting. After winning the 74th games, the country found out about 'us,' and we have been followed and watched since. Many weren't happy about both of us winning, and have been keeping a close eye on us. I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Clove's voice.
"Cato, Cato are you even listening to me?" She looked at me with her dark eyes staring directly at me, her eyebrows raised.
I nod, as if I heard anything she said when in reality I had not. Clove caught this, and passed me Alexandar. He was already sleeping soundly thanks to Clove, but as soon as he left her arms he began to whimper.
"Shh, it's okay. Go back to sleep…" I said in the softest voice I could manage. I saw a smile creep across Clove's face, she found it amusing when I talk in a quiet voice.
" What's wrong Clover, am I funny?" I teasingly used the nickname she hated.
She rolled her eyes at me. " No, I find the fact you act like a baby adorable. Now stop fooling around, we have to go to the capitol tomorrow. The next games are coming, we have to mentor.." Clove gently kissed Alexandar's forehead and left the room, presumably to pack.
The games. Mentoring. All apart of being a victor, I assume. Being from 2, we get trained careers, but neither of us were ready to watch these people just younger then us die. At that exact moment, I looked down at Alex. He had is entire hand wrapped around my finger, yet he had me wrapped around his finger in every other way. I wouldn't admit it to anyone, but Clove and Alexandar are all I have worth living for. Sure, I won the games of murder, but that didn't give me anything other then a nice house and a fancy title. The games. Clove and I both being victors, who defied the capitol by doing so, had secured our child's place in the reaping. He was GOING to be sent in, no volunteer accepted.
I have two options. One, train him as much as possible and make sure he is ready. Or two. We could Rebel. A treasonous thought, punishable by death just for considering. But I'm truly thinking, is it worth it? I heard of Rebel plots, originated in 13. Uprising have begun, in many upset districts. What if SOMEHOW, I could get 2 to go along with it? If..if we WON, I'd have Clove and Alexandar safe. If it could keep Clove happy (not to mention safe) , I wouldn't think twice. If I could do anything for her, I would. Losing would be certain torture and death. But winning? What could THAT provoke? My child, safe from the arena. Never having to fight for life. More freedom. That in itself is a good reason. Clove and Alexandar, my little family, are my reasons to rebel.
In that minute, nothing could stop me. After I laid Alex down, I ran to the place I kept all of my letters, from Rebel leaders, asking me to join them. Shuffling through them, until I found the one I needed from Plutarch Heavensbee. Considering he was a game maker, writing him as a mentor from a career district wouldn't be an odd occurrence. I scribbled in quick, uneasy writing, telling him a simple sentence. Simply stating I was ready.
Simple, but it meant much. I wrote many times saying I had no interest, perfectly happy to live as I was. But things change. I swiftly wrote the letter, and sent it off. Addressing it with awful writing. I ran it outside, hiding it from Clove. "This is for her," I tell myself "for her."
Casually, I walked over to the couch, on which I laid Xander on earlier. I carefully took him, and walked around the large Victor's home. Knowing the days we would spend here are numbered. Dreading telling Clove that exact thing, I stopped dead. Where are they going to go? Obvious they couldn't stay here, could I take them to 13 with me? My heart sank at the thought of leaving Clove, and with her Alexandar.
"What's wrong?" Clove snapped me from my thoughts. I turn to see her looking concerned.
"Oh, nothing." Lie. "Just tired, is all." Another lie.
Clove knows me, she could see right through me. But dismissed it.
" Want me to take Alex? If you're tired, go to bed! I'll be up soon" She reached her arms out to take him, but I tightened my grasp. She looked at me suspiciously. But shrugged it off. I silently pulled her close to me, afraid to let go and her not be there anymore. I brought both her AND Alex upstairs, pulling her onto our bed. I gently placed Alexandar between us, and turned the lights out.
These are the last nights I will have with them. They are going to count, I don't want to lose Clove. It's a horrific thought. I keep reminding myself, "this is for her." The Capitol is everywhere, watching us, but I refuse to let them take anything else from us. And the last think they will get, will be our baby. And if it takes fighting the world, to stop that. So be it.
I finally have my reasons to rebel.
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