My son and I were with Cato every day. When he cried, I was there stroking his hair. When he was angry, I was there, willing him to calm down. When he was getting mauled by the mutts, I sent my son back up to Heaven to wait with God, and I held his hand the whole time.

I was there when he mouthed his one last wish to Katniss: "Please." Then, she shot the arrow deep into his skull. I forced myself to let go, and I traveled back up to Heaven and took hold of my son's hand.

"Daddy's coming soon," I told my young boy. He nodded his head. God appeared then, and put a hand on my shoulder.

"He'll be here in two minutes," he said. I nodded and tried to keep the tears brimming in my eyes from falling. I really wanted Cato to win, to have a long life, to get married and have beautiful children.

"Mommy, it's okay. He'll be with us now," my son said in his sweet voice. I smiled down at him and wiped the stray tear off of my face.

"I know, sweetheart. I know." Suddenly, two angels appeared, and they were carrying Cato. I felt my insides bubble with excitement, and a big smile spread across my face. I squeezed my son's hand and pointed.

"That's your daddy. See him? He's gonna love you so much," I murmured. He smiled.

Cato suddenly opened his eyes, and he looked about as shocked as I felt when I first got here. He sat up and looked around, while rubbing his eyes. We were instructed to wait from afar; God said he'll call us over when he knows that Cato is ready.

I picked up my son and held him with ease. He played with my long hair as we waited. I know I was supposed to be patient, but I found myself tapping my foot with anticipation, and biting my lip out of excitement.

"Calm down, mommy," my son instructed gently. I smiled at him and patted his back.

"I know, I know. I'm just excited, is all." My son braided and unbraided my hair about thirty more times before I heard God tell Cato that he had a son.

Cato was utterly shocked, and asked God about fifteen questions, before he finally quieted down. I saw his mouth move, and I read the words off of his lips that he said. 'Can I see Clove?' God nodded and gestured for me to come out.

I took a deep breath and forced my feet to move. When I came into his view, he turned towards me, eyes shining and a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Clove," he whispered. That's all it took to break my composure. I set my son down and full out sprinted to Cato. When I got to him, he picked me up and swirled me around, planting many kisses on my lips and face. When he finally set me down, I had tears falling freely and so did he.

"We have a son," I said in a choked whisper. "He's so beautiful." Cato smiled.

"What's his name?" He asked while wiping away his tears.

"I waited for you. I wanted you to have a part in naming him." I sniffed, but didn't try to keep the tears away. I wasn't going to stop crying anytime soon.

I turned around and motioned for my- our- son, to come over here. He timidly walked over here and grabbed my hand. Cato just stared at him, and I caught the fresh tears that were forming in his eyes.

"He's ours?" he asked. I nodded and laughed, and the small boy smiled lightly. Cato pulled him into a big hug, which our son eagerly returned. I put my hand to my face and wiped my falling tears. Cato lifted his head and smiled his brilliant smile at me.

"I love you," he said in a laugh. I laughed and walked over to him. I kissed his forehead and smiled down at him.

"I love you, too." Cato stood up and took one of our son's hands, and I took the other.

"Come on, I'll show you our house," I said with a smile.

"Our house?" he asked.

"The exact one we both wanted in the Victor's Village." His grin widened.

"What's my name going to be?" Our son asked Cato eagerly. We both laughed and glanced at each other.

"I like Mason," he said.

"Mason," I repeated. "It has a nice ring to it, if I said so myself." I looked down at our son and caught his eye. "What do you think? Do you like Mason?" I asked. He thought about it for a second, and then nodded his head.

"I want my middle named to be Cato!" He exclaimed. I laughed and squeezed his hand.

"Mason Cato it is." I saw Cato's eyes shining with pride, and I couldn't help but think that I was the luckiest girl there ever was.

When we got to the house, I smiled even wider. "Let's go home," I said to my boys. Cato nodded and gave me a light smile.

"Home. I like the sound of that."

And with that, we walked into the house where we would spend eternity together.

I couldn't have been happier.