"Are you sure?" Cato asked, his voice a mixture of anger and fear. He paced back and forth in front of the bench where Clove sat, his feet crunched in the snow. She watched him, tears streaming down her face. She never cried in front of anyone, but she couldn't control it, she was scared. After all the abuse she had been through with a straight face, this scared her. Cato stopped for a second, looking at her. Tears where threatening to spill from his eyes, but he wasn't going to let it happen. He pulled off his hat and ran his figures through his hair, looking down at his feet and the snow.
"I have all the signs, took three test, and went to a doctor. I'm pretty sure." Clove said with her usual sarcasm. She felt defensive. She was expecting him to blame her for this, just like everyone else did.
Cato stared at her with his sky blue eyes. He let the tears stream down slowly. He walked over to her slowly and sat next to her. They both sat there, looking straight ahead. Cato watched his breath in the cold air. He smiled slightly, remembering how when they were little they would blow as hard as they could into the air to watch it on cold snowy days like this. Was that all over now? Cato sighed and then took Clove's hand.
"What are we going to do?" Cato asked, turning to her. He still thought she looked beautiful with the snowflakes collecting in her dark hair. Clove kept looking straight ahead, not really wanting to talk. She took a deep breath.
"I-I guess...Well, I don't know." She said looking at him. She shook slightly from the cold and from fear. Cato pulled her close to his chest and gently stroked her hair, which was down instead of the usual ponytail.
"We have time to think about it." Cato assured her.
Clove pulled away, "Cato...you don't think I should have an..." Clove couldn't say it, but Cato knew what she was going to say. "Abortion". She looked at him with pleading green eyes. She didn't know what to do.
Cato had seen many people die in the games. He had even enjoyed most of them, being from a career district. He had even been training for the games and hopped to get some of those horrific kills. But killing a baby, especially one that was his, seemed wrong. It wasn't just wrong, he'd probably go as far as to say as it was horrible. It seemed weird to him, and even Clove felt discussing just by thinking about the option.
Cato wanted to just scream "no", but he did feel like it shouldn't be his decision. Clove was going to be the one carrying the baby and going through all of that. Cato would help, but his suffering wouldn't compare to hers.
"Personally, I don't want you to, but if its what your want..." He trailed off. Clove shook her head.
"I don't want to do that. I don't know how to explain it, but I just don't know if I could go through with it." Cato nodded at Clove's response. At least they seemed to be on the same page about this. Clove buried her face in the crock of Cato's neck, "I'm sorry Cato. I'm so sorry." She kept mumbling. Cato tried to calm her down the best he could, telling her everything was going to be alright even though he wasn't completely sure of it.