AN: Hi guys. I'm sooooooooo sorry for not updating but I've been away a lot in the last month or so. I've gone through the comments and I'm delighted to find that so many of are reading, commenting your thoughts and most importantly liking it, so I decided to update this first. Please comment improvements and ideas and I'm kinda stuck but I'll try my best and please help me and let me know what you think and like 'cos I feel like I'm doing really badly with this fanfic. Anyways, on with the story.

We stand in silence for what seems like forever. Then a quirky but sharp Capitol official appears.

"That is all your family time. We have found you a living space. We will deliver you to your house. We have information for you here and your luggage has already been dropped off. Now let's get you two love-birds moved in!" He squeals (Yes, it's was a boy!). He hands Cato a large file and we are escorted by him and peacekeepers to the married village. I see some friends and people I know moving into the neighbouring houses as we're led to house no.4588. The Capitol escort opens the house and hands Cato the keys. He begins to talk excitedly to us.

"So this is your house! You have a family room, dining room, kitchen, a master bedroom, study, 3 children's bedrooms, a spare room, a bathroom, a downstairs toilet, a front and back garden and a garage!" He quirks. Then he walks to the door, bids us farewell and leaves.

"What's in the folder?" I ask Cato randomly to put a stop to the awkward silence we were currently enduring.

"Maybe I'd know if I'd had a chance to open it!" He snaps.

"Well, open it then." I shoot back. He opens it and slams it loudly onto a small, wooden table near us. He sends me an 'are you happy now?' look which is just mean. I was just asking! I sit down by the table and begin to read through. Shortly after, Cato joins me and several times our hands graze each others.

"You never apologised." Cato says quietly.

"And I'm not going to." I say huffily. Cato raises and eyebrow and leans down, his lips brushing my ear, causing me to shudder.

"We'll see." He says. I just ignore him and continue to read.

Subjects : LUDWIG, Cato. FUHRAM, Clove.

LUDWIG, 18. FUHRAM, 15.

LUDWIG, 7/5/92

FUHRAM, 25/2/95

LUDWIG, Harald - Father, Sharlene - Mother,

FUHRAM, Nick - Father, Elina - Mother, Callie - Sister (Deceased).

Signage of wedding papers - (Today is January 1st), February 1st.

Number of children (Minimal) required - 4

Minimal time to conceive - 1 year.

Work - Mr Ludwig must start work in the masonry on May 30th. Mrs Ludwig has been acquired a domestic pass.

Check ups - January 5th, February 5th, March 5th, April 5th, May 5th, June 5th, July 5th, August 5th, September 5th, October 5th, November 5th, December 5th.

Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favour.

I glance up to see Cato's reaction. His face is stony and unreadable. He stands up suddenly and walks out. I let out a sigh and go take a long, hot shower. When I come out I go to my room to change and find Cato in there, head in his hands. I stand awkwardly in the doorway. Feeling as if I'm intruding on a private moment but also needing to get changed. I cough slightly, to alert him of my presence. He looks up and his eyes linger on my body. I admit that there's little left to the imagination but how was I supposed to know that he'd be in here? A desperate groan escapes Cato's mouth causing my eyes to widen and my mouth to drop. He clamps a hand over his mouth and looks away quickly, embarrassed. After a long silence I decide to bite the bullet. Not literally though, 'cos I'd probably break my teeth.

"Um, C-Cato, I - I really need to, um, y-you know, g-get ch-changed." I stutter, blushing furiously. He nods in understanding and flees the room. I change into my white PJ top and shorts that seem a little too - short. I curl up in an armchair and think about today.

Firstly I was paired with Cato Ludwig. Secondly we have been given a house. Thirdly we have a month to bond before being married. (A month is the minimal time. The marriages are spread across a period of one week. So yippee, we're in the first group.) Fourthly I have to give Cato 4 children. 4! Fifthly I must be pregnant, in at least, one year. Dear lord, help me! Sixthly I've been given a domestic pass! That means I don't have to work in masonry but be like, a washer woman or something! You usually only get a pass if you're injured or have 3+ kids! Life is crazy right now. I sigh and carry on reading Catching Fire. Around an hour later Cato hesitantly appears in the doorway. I look up from my book and see him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Thought I'd tell you that I'm going to sleep downstairs so you can take the bed." Cato informs me, stepping inside the room slightly, the door shutting behind him.

"You don't have to. I'll sleep on the couch or something, I'm smaller." I protest, for some reason against taking offers from him.

"No, it's fine." Cato says abruptly.

"Was that it?" I ask cautiously. He nods and walks to the door. He gives a firm tug on the door handle. The door doesn't move.

"You're doing it wrong." I tell him. I pull on the door handle. The door doesn't move. We take turns, pulling, pushing, tugging, twisting, turning and whatever else. The door doesn't move. I kick the door in annoyance. Then I realise why the door won't open.

"Damn you!" I scream and kick the door again. Hard. A little too hard.

"Excuse me?" Cato snaps.

"They've locked the door!" I cry, kicking the door hard again.

"Who have?" He asks, his voice rising.

"Whoever watches us!" I spit. "It's because you said that you were going to sleep downstairs but they obviously want us in the same room." I kick the door again.

"Stop." Cato scolds.

"Why do you care?" I ask, kicking the door especially hard. And ow that hurts.

"I don't, but we're obviously not getting anywhere and you're damage the door."

"Well, we wouldn't be trapped in here if it wasn't. For. You." I spell out slowly.

"So this is MY fault?!" Cato screams.

"Yeah!" I challenge. Cato's hand collides painfully hard with my cheek. I cry out and back away from him, clutching my throbbing cheek. I let out a small whimper and using my free hand, clutch the wall. Cato's hand drops limply to the side as his eyes widen in horror and realisation.

"Clove, I'm so sorry-" Cato starts, walking towards me. I side-step round him and walk over to the chair.

"I'm fine." I spit, "I'll take the chair. Just go to sleep, Cato."

"Clove, just take the bed. I'll take the floor or chair or whatever."

"No." I pout stubbornly.

"Fine. If you want me to take the bed and I want you to take the bed, then I guess we'll just have to share." Cato growls. He picks me up and throws me on the bed before getting in himself. I decide against protesting and instead face the wall, my back to him. I move as close to the edge of the bed and close my eyes, although sleep seems to take hours to overcome me.