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Sophia took the guest room across the hall from Stella's old room. She had changed into her pink, silk nightgown and was padding across the hall in her pink slippers when she saw Stella exit from Zack's room. She had just put him to sleep. Sophia smiled when she saw the small brunette. "Ah, Chéri! Iz my petit-enfant azleep?" She asked.

Stella nodded. "Yes. He usually goes to sleep around this time."

Sophia led Stella downstairs and into the living room. "Well zen, now iz ze perfect time to talk about mon fils and your famille."

Stella frowned. "About mon fils?"

Sophia patted her hand. "Oui, my son. You zo not know Français eizer?"

Stella shook her head. "No, not really, Mrs.-"

"Non, non! Please, forget ze formalities. I am your mére too. You shall call moi Maman, Oui?" Sophia tilted her head.

Stella nodded. "Sure, I'd love that."

Sophia clapped her hands. "Well zen, tell moi, about your famille."

"My family? Oh well, my parents are..." Stella paused before saying, "Dead."

Sophia gasped. "Oh my! Cato did not tell moi. I'm so very sorry."

Just as she mentioned his name, Cato came walking through the entrance. He looked at his mother and then at Stella before running a hand through his hair. "So," He said. "Bonding time?"

Sophia nodded enthusiastically. "Oui! I must know my petit-enfant's mére."

Stella's eyes widened. "Petit-enfant? Wh-"

Cato let out a sigh. "She found out." He whispered to Stella.

Sophia beamed. "I cannot wait for ze little one to be born!"

Cato turned to his mother. "Ah, Mom, can you give us a bit of time? I need to talk to Stella about something."

"Pas de problème! I will juzt be outzide." Sophia stood up and kissed Cato's forehead before walking out of the room. Cato watched her leave and then turned to Stella. He gave her a nervous smile.

"I really had no intention of telling her so early on." He began. "But-"

"But she found out." Stella completed the sentence for him. "That's okay, Cato. I don't mind."

Cato smiled and kissed Stella. "Thanks."

They sat in silence for a while before Stella asked. "Cato, can I ask you something?"

Cato nodded. "Sure."

Stella took a deep breath. "Why is there a second nursery? You know, the pink one?"

Cato's eyes widened and he looked at Stella with a surprised expression on his face. "When did you see it?"

"A while ago." Stella answered and took Cato's hand in hers. "If you don't want to tell me, then that's okay."

Cato shook his head. "No, I think you should know." He said. "Clove told me that she told you about Gazelle. I never really loved her, but she made my father so happy. He was so proud that I had finally found the perfect person who would make the perfect society girlfriend. And my father had never been so proud of me before. When she found out she was going to have a baby, she was over the moon. She wanted a girl from Day 1. And so she had me get that nursery made." Cato let out a small, sad sigh. "When we had the ultrasound done and found out the baby was a boy, she lashed out. She even tried to get an abortion twice. That's... That's why I panicked when I found out you were going to have a baby."

Cato paused and looked out the window. Stella wrapped her arms around him and held him close. "I wouldn't ever do that. This baby is dearest to me after you and Zack."

Cato pulled Stella onto his lap and kissed her forehead. "And that's why I have no doubts when I tell you I love you."

The brunette smiled. "I love you too."

They sat there for a while until they heard a small click. The couple looked up to see Sophia smiling at the two of them with teary eyes, a camera in her hand. She sniffed twice before saying, "I knew she waz better zen zat myxine."

Cato rolled his eyes. "Mom, please do not blackmail me with that picture."

A mischievous glint appeared in Sophia's eyes. "Of courze not."

Clove was present for breakfast the next morning. Sophia had already left to the hairdresser's to get her hair back in shape and Cato had gone to work. Stella walked into the kitchen while rubbing her eyes and smiled at Clove. "Hey." She said with a yawn.

Clove nodded back. "Yo." She was wearing black skinny jeans and a black shirt that was ripped along the ends. Her hair was in a pony tail and she was wearing a baseball cap on backwards. "You sleep late?"

Stella smiled. "Yeah. I was talking to Sophia." She blushed slightly when Clove gave her a skeptic look.

"Sophia or... Cato?" She asked as Stella went to pick Zack up. He was sitting on his high chair, rubbing oatmeal all over his face. He gave Stella a cute grin.

"Mu-mee!" He squealed and pushed a fistful of oatmeal into her mouth. "Yum!"

Stella nodded. "Yes, sweetheart, that is yum." She pretended to eat a few more spoons as Zack watched her. She was just about to wipe Zack's face when Clove smacked a hand on her forehead. "Oh no!" She cried.

"What happened?" Stella asked.

Clove held up a Macbook Pro. "Cato forgot his laptop!"

Stella's eyes widened. "Wait a minute... Didn't he have a meeting today?"

Clove nodded slowly. The two girls looked at each other and then sprang into action. Stella grabbed her coat and slipped it on while Clove pulled on a black hoodie. Zack looked at them with an interested expression on his face. Stella picked him up and wiped his face before quickly brushing his soft hair and bundling him up into a blue jacket. Clove grabbed the car keys and the two of them ran outside, Cato's laptop in Clove's other hand. Stella sat in the passenger seat while Clove slid into the driver's seat. Zack was busy playing with the zipper of his jacket. Clove drove faster than she had probably ever drove in her life and they arrived at Cato's office building in no time. The building was painted a neat white and was 15 floors high. Stella stared at in awe before Clove grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the entrance.

The inside of the building was not much different than the outside. All of the lavish furniture was white and the walls were painted a brilliant red. The person at the front desk seemed bored and was typing slowly on a laptop. Clove pulled Stella towards him.

"Uh hi!" Clove began. The man raised his head and then frowned.

"What can I do for you this fine morning?" He asked.

"Um, my friend forgot his laptop so we came to give it to him." Clove answered.

The man raised an eyebrow. "Your friend?"

"Yep, Cato." Clove replied.

As soon as Clove said his name, the man straightened and gulped. "Um, there's a meeting going on on the 13th floor." He said. "I don't think-"

He hadn't finished his sentence when Clove smiled and exclaimed a rushed, "Thank you very much!" And yanked Stella towards the elevator. The man instantly ran after them. "No! Wait!" He cried. "You can't go!"

Clove ignored him and pressed the 'up' button. She waved to the man as the doors closed. Stella was shaken. "Clove, he said we can't go-"

"Oh relax! I've done this before!" She said, reassuring Stella. Stella didn't say anything as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Clove was the first out, followed by Stella who was now trying to get Zack to stop chewing on his zipper. Just then the door to the stairs opened and the man from the lobby came out. He was red in the face and breathing heavily. As soon as he saw Clove and Stella, he raised his hand. "Stop!" He yelled.

Clove stuck her tongue out at him and ran towards the door labelled 'Conference Room'. Stella ran after her as the man chased both of them. "Stop!" He shouted. "Stop or I'll call security!"

Clove kicked open the door to the Conference Room and held up Cato's laptop as she ran in. "Cato! I have your laptop!" She exclaimed and then suddenly froze as everyone turned to look at her. Cato's eyes widened and he groaned before covering his face with his hands. Every man sitting at the long table was in shock. Stella entered the room a second later while pointing towards the door. "Clove, that man is going to call se-"

She stopped when she saw everyone staring at them. Cato stared at Stella and Zack before hitting his head against the table. The man ran into the room still yelling, "STOP! You ca-" And he stopped too.

The man at the front of the long table stood up. "What is the meaning of this, Matthew?" He said in a steely tone. The man from the lobby hung his head. "Sir, these two ran in here even though I tried to stop them."

The man glared at Clove. "And you, Miss Clove, what are you doing here?"

Clove held up the laptop and gave him a nervous smile. "Uh, Cato forgot his laptop at home." She said weakly.

The man then turned to Stella. "And who are you?"

Stella gulped before saying a soft, "Stella." She smiled but her smile fell as the man continued glaring at the two girls. Cato stood up. "Father, can I talk to these two young ladies?" He asked.

Stella's eyes widened when she realized that the man was Cato's father. He nodded slowly before waving his hand to tell Cato that he was dismissed and then he said, "And meet me in my office when you are done." Cato nodded and grabbed Clove's arm with one hand and Stella's with the other and pulled them out. Matthew followed them out while muttering, "Got in trouble... Probably fire me... Good Lord..."

Cato turned to him. "Matthew, you can go back to the lobby now. I'll take it from here."

Matthew nodded and walked away as Cato opened a door next to the Conference Room labelled 'Vice CEO'. He walked in and Clove and Stella quietly followed. Cato closed the door and sighed before sitting down on the sofa. He didn't say anything for a while and then let out another sigh. "Okay," He began. "What the hell was that?"

Stella didn't say anything as Cato turned his steely glance on both of them. Clove took a step forward. She was clearly mad at Cato "We were trying to do you a favor!" She yelled.

Cato stood up. "Oh really?!" He shouted. "Don't you think I would've called if I need the fucking laptop?!"

Stella cringed. She had never heard Cato talk like that to anyone. She had seen him irritated, many times, but not angry. Clove didn't answer and Cato turned to Stella. "And you didn't have enough sense to stop her?!"

Stella winced and looked away as Clove stepped in again. "Don't you dare talk to her like that! She tried to stop me I just wouldn't listen!"

Cato took a threatening step toward Clove. The small girl stepped forward too until they were only an inch away. They continued glaring at each other, thier noses almost touching. "I hate you." Clove growled.

Cato gritted his teeth. "I hate you too."

"I hate you more." Clove shot back.

"I hate you most." Cato retorted.

Just then Zack decided to interuppt. He had finally diverted his attention from the zipper and noticed that his father was standing in front of him. "Dadda!" He exclaimed and then clapped his hands together.

Cato tried to keep a straight face but then sighed as a small smile embraced his lips. He stomped on Clove's foot and then walked towards the infant who held out his arms. Cato took him from Stella as Clove called him every name imaginable under the yellow sun while clutching her toe. Cato stuck his tongue out at her and kissed Zack. Clove shot him another evil glare before taking Stella's arm. "Let's go. This ungrateful bastard does not deserve our company."

Cato shook his head. "Uh uh." He said, shaking his head. He placed Zack in Clove's arms and slipped an arm around Stella. "She's not going anywhere."

Clove's mouth dropped open. "You can't do that! She's my friend!"

Cato raised an eyebrow. "And we happen to be lovers."

Clove huffed and stomped out of the office. Just before she closed the door, she turned and said. "I'll be down at Thresh's office."

Cato nodded and closed the door. He then took Stella into his arms and kissed her. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier." He whispered when they broke away." He kissed her again. "I shouldn't have done that." Another kiss. "Forgive me?" Another kiss.

Stella pulled away for a second. "Of course." He kissed her again and then nipped her neck. Stella stopped him. "Someone could walk in." She said.

Cato shook his head. "No one's going to walk in." He bit her neck again and then kissed her coller bone.

Just then a tall, slender woman walked in. She stopped when she saw the couple. Stella instantly pushed Cato away and zipped her jacket back up. The woman blinked twice before her eyes hardened. She plastered a fake smile on her face. "Here are the files you ordered, Cato." She said and handed Cato a small pile of blue files.

Cato took the files and Stella frowned when she noticed that his face had gone blank. The female turned to Stella. "And who might you be?" She asked.

Stella smiled. "Stella." She extended a hand. "And you are?"

The woman sniffed and straightened her back. "Sorry, but I do not shake hands."

Stella tilted her head. "Oh." She felt Cato's arm wrap around her waist and pull her close. His eyes were icy. "You can leave now." He growled.

The woman laughed. "Oh Cato! Is that any way to treat the mother of your child?" She answered.

Stella let out a small gasp and Cato tightened his grip on her waist. "Leave Gazelle." He said. "Now."

"This bitch of yours won't last long." Gazelle sneered.

Cato left Stella's side and opened the door to the office. "Get. Out."

Gazelle walked out of the room after shooting Stella another glare. Cato slammed the door after her and pushed a hand through his hair. "Sorry about that." He said.

Stella kissed his cheek and wrapped her arms around him. Cato burried his face in Stella's hair. After a while he said, "Please don't leave me." His tone was soft and desprate.

Stella cupped his face in her hands. "Never." She answered and kissed him, sealing her promise.

After Stella, Zack and Clove left, Cato's father called him into his office. Richard crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Cato took a deep breath. "Sorry Father, it won't happen again."

"It better not." His father said. "Who was the younger girl?"

"Stella." Cato answered simply.

Richard gazed at his son and then gave him a cold smile. "She is with child already and you have not informed me."

Cato froze. "Father-"

"You are," Richard gave him a stern look, "dimissed."

Cato nodded slowly and turned around. As he gripped the door knob, his father said one last thing. "And when the child is born, be sure to think before you take that woman to bed again."

Cato didn't answer.