A/N: OMG GUYS I HAVE A SUPPER FUNNY STORY LIKE YOU DONT EVEN KNOW. So I have like curly hair and when I don't wash it or put curl stuff on it, it totally frizzed up. So I'm a helper at this camp and a little girl walked by me with her helper person (mind you it was really humid and my hair was HUGE) and she was like "wow, dandelion, I didn't know Hagrid was at this camp" and I lost it like it says Hagrid on my name tag now I was dead.

You're probably like, "that's not funny" and I'm just here all awka-awkward.

Chapter 4:

"You know it's me, Dawn. There's no use lying," Romulus Thread said.

Dawn looked at the peacekeeper. "I don't know, actually. I slept with at least twenty men when Cato was conceived. Hell, I slept with about a hundred during the pregnancy."

"And I'm sorry for that, but you know. Have you looked at the boy? When I saw him the other day I thought I was looking at a picture of myself from forty years ago. You know he's my child, Dawn."

Dawn looked down in frustration. "So what? Do you want to meet him or just be able to say Cato Hadley is your son?" Dawn asked rather harshly.

"Yes, I'd like to meet him. I want to get to know my only child," Romulus replied.

The door opened and a voice cut threw the now silent home, "Mom, are you here?"

Before Dawn could stop them, Cato and Clove walked into the sitting room. "What is he doing here?" Cato asked his mother. Dawn saw Clove's face change after looking at Romulus and the realization dawned on her. "He's the guy who whipped Gale, Ma."

"Cato, he's..." Dawn tried, but trailed off not knowing how to form the words. Cato's eyes shifted from his nervously sweating mother to a man who looked to much like him for comfort. His jaw set and he scowled.

"Shit."

Cato stormed out the door, slamming it behind him loudly. A minuet of silence passed before Dawn whispered, "Romulus, maybe you should go." He shook his head and left angrily, like his son.

"You knew who his father is all along?" Clove asked and Dawn shook her head.

"No. He saw Cato at the whipping and thought they looked alike so he came and found me. Turns out, he whored me out about eighteen years ago," Dawn said.

Clove hugged the older woman. "I'm sorry, Dawn," she whispered.

Dawn pulled away and rested her hands on Clove's shoulders. "I'm not. You can never be sorry about having a child, Clove. You'll understand that someday when you and Cato have one of your own. Now you better go comfort my son. Lord knows he's probably destroyed your house by now. Do you want me to tell your mother you stopped by?"

"Yeah. I'll try and get Cato to call you," Clove said before she left the house.

Dawn was right. When Clove walked into the house she shared with her fiancé she was met with a table flipped over and a bunch of stuff scattered across the floor. Cato sat on one of the kitchen stools, squeezing an apple between his hands as if trying to squish it.

Clove stood in the doorway, not sure if she should approach him or not. Depends on how mad he is. She leaned against the doorway and broke the silence with, "how pissed are you?"

"More pissed then when I killed that pervert from three," he answered threw gritted teeth. Yes, she would definitely be staying back for the time being.

"She didn't know, y'know," Clove said. Cato looked at the apple, trying not to listen, or act like he wasn't listening, but she knew he was. "He went over there looking for you and found her. He, um, recognized her from about 18 years ago."

Cato sighed and his tone sounded more upset then angry when he whispered, "just remind me that I'm a fucking mistake."

"You're not a mistake, Cato," Clove said and dared to move towards him. She rested her hand on his shoulder, not wanting to risk it and went on, "sure, you weren't planned or created out of love or whatever, but you weren't a mistake. Nothing that could make me so happy could be a mistake."

Cato looked at her then, his blue eyes starring unblinkingly at her. Then all at once, he grabbed her and pulled her against him, kissing her with enough force to knock her off her feet. The next thing she knew she was pressed against a wall with her lover's lips pressed against hers and the winter chill nipping at her now exposed skin.

She didn't have nightmares that night, neither of them did. They were to lost in each other.

A/N: I don't know why I made Cato's mom a prostitute, but I have to admit its kinda fun. And Romulus Thread is his dad! Le gasp! Planning that for a while, I love planning plot twists. I love them like I love Luke Benward. Dang, he's pretty.