Chapter 8:

King Snow stood at his war table. The map of his own kingdom and a few surrounding ones was stretched out in from of him with a few markers on the places where his men have looked for his son with no avail.

"Sir" one of the King's knights stood at the door. His armour was first and it was clear he had just come back from a mission.

The king turned, sighing as he saw the man empty handed. "Where did you come from?" The King asked him.

"Carest and Helesta" the knight said, his hand running through his dark brown hair. "We did not even find a trace of the fugitives anywhere."

"You searched every outlying village, district and town. You and your men looked everywhere you possible could? Is there even a chance that you could have missed them?"

"No. We searched every where. We even searched the woods and the mountains. We even went so far to search abandoned houses and even some mind shafts on the outskirts of Twelve."

The King turned back to the table, putting markers on Carest and Helesta. They needed to look farther and in more places. He needed to find his son before the royals of Safre decide to forget Cato and have princess Glimmer marry Peeta. Then his younger son would become king and he would be the laughing stock of the continent. "You are dismissed."

He heard the footsteps of the knight slowly retreating. Snow just starred at the map, not knowing what to do. He didn't have enough men and the rulers of almost all the neighbouring kingdoms have been notified, but there was only so much they could do. He cursed his son. Cursed him because he knew exactly how to hide from him and his duties. And for what? A stupid, poor girl? He might have not been the greatest father, but he gave his sons everything: riches, birth rights and a future. And he just threw it all away for a girl who couldn't possibly love him.

Loud, quick footsteps bounced off the walls and the King's attention was grasped by the man behind him's heavy breathing. "Your majesty."

Snow turned around. "What is it? Have you found the prince?"

"Not yet, sir, not yet" he breathed heavily, almost doubling over. It seemed he had ran there from the stables or the courtyard.

The king sighed, anger taking over him. "Then why are you bothering me?"

"We found Prince Cato's horse. He was running free in Jerikum this morning. The man who owned him said he bought him from a man, a young man no older then nineteen, who was traveling through with his new bride. He matched the description of the prince and we have reason to believe it is him" the knight said.

King Snow grinned and turned back to the board. "Then send more men east. If we don't find them soon then we will turn back and look through the other kingdoms. We will find the prince."

XxXxX

"Hello, love" Cato smiled as he walked through the door of his home.

Clove turned her head. "Hi" she smiled as Cato's arms wrapped around her from behind and he left a kiss on the top of her head. "How was your day?"

"Tiring. You have no idea how hard and boring being a blacksmith is."

"I'm sure being a contractor would be much more interesting" she replied and Cato groaned. He sat down on the table next to her, his jaw slack and his face annoyed.

"People get fired all the time, Clove."

"I know. I just like to tease you about it."

Cato chuckled and left a soft kiss on her lips. "I can not believe we have been married for almost six months" Cato grinned. Clove stood up and moved across the table to sit on her husband's lap.

"I know" she said, her hand resting on the side of his face. "It's nice. Just being able to live with you without the threat of being killed or losing you forever." Clove leaned up and kissed Cato again.

"I agree." Cato ran his hand through her long dark hair and placed a kiss on her cheek. "But, you have to admit, life is getting pretty boring."

"Hmm, I guess."

"So, you agree maybe we need something to make our life together more interesting and exciting?"

Clove's eyebrows raised as she looked up at her almost stuttering husband. "Yes. Now will you stop avoiding what you want to discus and just spit it out?"

Cato' sees looked everywhere but hers when he said, "I just though maybe we could have a baby."

"A baby?" Clove asked, a bit shocked by his statement. She had thought about children. What woman doesn't think about children? But she had never thought Cato had.

"Yes."

"A half me, half you human being running around, screaming and throwing things kind of baby?"

"...yes?" Clove starred at him. "Look, Clove, I love you and I have always though that when we were married we would have a baby. If you don't want to have a baby then we won't because I want you to be happy, Clove. I will always put your happiness over mine."

Clove smiled and kissed Cato's cheek. "I want to have a baby with you, Cato. I just didn't expect you to bring it up."

Cato smiled and their lips met half way in a soft and loving kiss. When they pulled away, Cato's smile had turned into one of happiness to one of mischief. "Then maybe we should get started on that."

A/N: MORE CLATO SEX! This time they're making a baby. Like yay! Is it just me or do I suck at fluff? I feel like I do and I love reading it, but hate writing it. And isn't Cato smart? He gave his horse to a guy that looks like him and his wife to sell it to get his dad of his trail. He is so, so smart!