A/N Clato prompt: Clove is pregnant and she tells Cato the day before reaping. Prompt from: Anonymous.
Clove P.O.V.
I never thought that this would happen. I wanted to at least wait until Cato and I won our own games, and were prepared for this. I guess that we'll have to be.
I'm pregnant.
What am I supposed to tell Cato? Will he freak out? He'll be home any minute from training, the reaping just so conveniently has to be tomorrow.
He's supposed to volunteer, what will happen if he never comes back? What about the baby? What will our parents think? I'm only 15, I can't raise a ba-the sound of a door closing and heavy footsteps from downstairs interrupt my thoughts, telling me that Cato's home.
I hurry, and hide the test I took three hours ago, Yes, three hours ago, under the sink. I go sit on the bed, and wait for him to come upstairs.
"Hi baby." he says when he walks in, kissing the top of my head.
I don't make eye contact with him, and he notices, he can tell something's up. "Clove, what's wrong?" he asks. My throat feels like sandpaper when I speak, barely above a whisper. "I-I took a…a test today," I mutter.
"What kind of a test?" He asks, confused. I hesitate. "Cato, I-I'm pregnant." I say, finally making eye contact.
His eyes widen, and I stand up, backing away from him as he slowly makes his way towards me.
"I-I thought you were on the pill," He states. "I-I am, but I sometimes… forget." I remind him. He remains silent, "Are you mad?" I ask him timidly.
"No, I just…" he starts, then sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. I go up and hug him, wrapping my arms around his middle, and he places his around me. I lean my head on his chest. "We'll get through this, baby." He says, rubbing circles on my back reassuringly. "I know," I murmur.
And the rest of the night, we sit, wrapped in each other's arms, watching past Hunger Games. I can't wait until we have our own games taped, our victory games, so we can show our child.