**ONE SHOT** This is a story about Cato's girlfriend (my character) Chandler. She's at home pregnant with his baby hoping he comes home. Does he? Or Does he not? Will the baby know her father? Will Chandler see Cato again? I suck at summaries so just read the story.

I sat on the couch and watched my boyfriend Cato hold my dead best friend Clove in his arms crying over her. Us three were inseparable…or had been. Tears streamed down my face as Clove's body went limp in his arms. "CLOVE!" I shrieked, still crying. She was dead. My best friend was dead. Cato had to win. I put my hand on my stomach feeling sick now. But, I also put my hand there for another reason, too. I was seven months pregnant with Cato's baby girl, Ezra Jolie Landon. Cato had to kill that bitch Katniss Everdeen, because District 12 was getting out of place in the system.

Cato stood up and ran into the forest after Thresh from 11. "KILL HIM, CATO!" I screamed. I felt Ezra kicking. "Baby, Daddy's going to come home. I promise." But, frankly I had no idea if he was or not.

He found Thresh and tackled him. "You killed her, you son of a bitch." He hissed as he stabbed his sword through Thresh's head.

"Good job, babe." I said, rubbing the spot where Ezra was kicking. The cameras went off of Cato and onto the redhead from 5. She needed to die, too. I glanced over at the picture Clove had taken the day before the games. I had raised my shirt up to show my baby-bump and Cato was kissing my belly and my fingers were through his hair as I smiled down at him. Next to that one, was one of me on Cato's shoulders. The third one was of me and him kissing. And the last one was of Clove and I hugging each other.

Ezra had to know her Daddy. The last words he said to me were: Chandler, I love you more than anything on this earth. I'll come home to you, I swear. Ezra will know her Daddy. I started crying just I was when Cato said that to me. And then Clove told me: If I don't come home, you tell Ezra that her Aunt Clove is watching over her and that she loved her from the beginning. You're my best friend, Chandler. I'll never, ever, forget about you.

I sighed and looked down at my bump. "Ezra, sweetheart, your Aunt Clove is watching over you now, and she loved you from the beginning. Ok?" I said shakily. "Daddy loves you, too, and he'll be home. He promised." I was trying not to cry. "God, I miss you, Cato." The cameras went back on him. He was hunting through the woods for Katniss and Peeta Bread. They made me sick. I couldn't stand them, and I wanted them to die. Cato would kill them. I knew for sure he would. Cato was a fighter and he never gave up.

Me getting pregnant was a complete accident. When I found out he told me that we were keeping the baby. "Ezra." I said still in a shaky voice. "Baby, Daddy misses you." All I wanted was to hear his voice. Just once. I wanted to hear that voice that made my knees go weak in the Academy, and that had made hot. The same one that would whisper in my ear, sing me to sleep, welcome me home, and just made my life. I couldn't watch the TV screen because the cameras were all over the tributes form 12. But, besides his voice I wanted to feel his touch on me. The one that would kiss me gently, hold me in his arms, embrace me, protect me, and made me feel so safe and valued. "Baby, come home." I whispered. But there was one thing that would always make me cry: the fact that Clove was dead and I couldn't bring her back. We had been best friends since we were three, and she was to be Ezra's godmother but now because of Thresh that won't happen. I hated him for that, but Cato killed him.

It was getting dark outside and I watched as Cato ran from the mutations ahead of the star-crossed lovers that made me sick. He stood with Peeta in a headlock. "I'm going home girl on fire, because I need to more than anyone else." He said through his teeth and snapped bread-boy's neck and threw him to the mutations. I smiled and started clapping. "This is for you guys, Chandler, Ezra, and Clove." He took a lighter out of his pocket and threw it at Katniss. "Now you're really the girl on fire, bitch." She went up in flames and fell to the mutations.

"OH MY GOD! CATO!" I squealed. He put his hands in the air and let out a yell. I got up and went out to my car. "He won…my boy won!" I was smiling so much that my face hurt. I slammed on the gas pedal and flew down to the center of District 2.

I got out my car and saw Cloves family. My eyes set on her three-year-old brother named Joshua that she loved more than anyone. I went over to them.

"Hi." I said feeling the grief of Clove's death.

Her mom nodded once.

"Is…my sissy coming home?" He squeaked. I knelt down with tears streaming down my face and put my hands on his shoulders.

"Joshua…your sissy loved you more than anything in the world…and now, she's watching over you from a better place." I said barely holding back the tears. "She was my best friend." He started to cry as what I said sank in. I picked him up as I started crying, too. Yes, Cato was coming home, but my best friend wasn't. I put him down and started crying. Joshua hugged my legs. "She was going to be Ezra's godmother." I sobbed. He let go and I got back in my car and drove to Clove's house.

I opened the door and went back to her room. I paid no mind to our pictures, because I already had them all in an album back home. If I die, Chandler, there's a box under my bed filled with our memories. That quote played in my mind as I pulled out the cardboard box and opened it.

The box had a journal in it with our memories written down in her neat handwriting, pictures, party invitations, my baby shower invitation, cards I had given her, and a card sat on top that just said: You're my best friend. I opened it.

Dear Chandler,

When you read this, I'll be dead most likely. I just wanted to let you know that you always will be my best friend, and I'll watch over you, Cato, and Ezra. Tell Ezra that I said she has great, loving, and caring parents. You'll be a great mother, Chandler, and Cato will be a great father as well.

I will be watching over you when Cato comes home, when you have Ezra Jolie, on your wedding day, and just everyday. I'm in a better place now, and I hate that I have to write this to you. Fuck the games.

I'll never forget you, Chandler. We had so much fun together ever since we became best friends when we were three. Please, don't cry ok? Because as I'm writing this, I'm crying.

Remember when we beat up the boys at the Academy? That was one of many amazing memories we made in the fifteen years we were best friends. Keep the journal, the pictures, your cards, the invitations, and this card and show them to Cato and Ezra. Tell Cato that I'll never forget him either, because he was one of my friends, too even though I picked on him a lot.

I love you, girl. You are my best friend, my adopted sister, and just awesome. Chandler, you're gorgeous, sweet, hilarious, and just the most amazing best friend I could ever ask for. As I said before, I'll be watching over you and your new family. I'll never forget about you, Chandler Marie Miller. And I know you'll never forget about me. Just, don't cry.

Your best friend,

Clove

I was sobbing hysterically as I clutched the letter in my hands. She wrote this just for me. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Clove was gone and that reality had just come to me. She couldn't be gone as in dead. Hell, no. I sighed, still crying, and got back in my car with the box.

My phone rang.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey, babe." Cato's voice came through the phone.

"OH MY GOD, CATO!" I couldn't believe it.

"Hey, baby, how's it going?"

"Better now that I'm hearing your voice."

"Thanks, and sorry about Clove. I'll miss her, too."

"I know, and there's nothing we can do about it."

"Yeah. How's the baby, Chandler?"

"Good from what I can tell." I said vaguely.

"Guess what."

"What, babe?" I asked, still sitting in my car.

"I'm coming home today."

"YAY! OH MY LORD, I MISS YOU!"

"I figured you'd be happy." He said. I could tell he was grinning, and so was I.

Two Months Later

"Push, Chand, push. I'm right here, sweetie." Cato said, gripping my hand as I was probably cutting the circulation off.

"ARGH!" I screamed from the pain. "AH! GET HER OUT NOW!"

"Breathe, baby, breathe." Cato said, trying to calm me down.

I let go of his hand and grabbed his shirt. "What the fuck do you think I've been doing for the past two hours?" I growled.

He didn't take offense to that.

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed.

"She's out, Chandler." Cato said. My breathing was ninety miles an hour as I heard Ezra's screams. The doctor wrapped her up in a blanket and handed her to me.

"She has your eyes, baby." I said.

"Everything else is all you, sweetheart." Cato said, putting his finger on her cheek.

"We made a cute kid." I said.

"What's the name?" The doctor asked.

I looked at Cato, "Ezra Clove Landon." I said, smiling as I named her after my best friend. Cato smiled and kissed me. "Hey." I said, looking down at Ezra. "Hey, sweetheart."

Cato smiled. "Hey, you want to go home in a few days, huh?" Cato cooed to her. "Can I see her, Chandler?"

"Yeah, sure, go right ahead." I said. "You wanna go see your Daddy? Your Daddy loves you, baby. He won the Games." I passed her off to Cato.

"Hey, kiddo. You look like your Mommy. You know that?" I smiled as Cato talked to our daughter.

"I wish Clove would have gotten to see her." I said.

"Yeah, me too. But, she's watching over us now, babe." He said. I smiled and fought back tears.

"Aunt Clove is watching over you, Ezra." I said as I kissed her forehead.