I don't own The Hunger Games. :) Each chapter is now going to be a month after the other until Johanna has the baby. And thanks for thee 100+ reviews. :)

Month Two

"Clove, go make me a sandwich." Johanna said through her mouthful of vinegar-covered prawn cocktail chips.

"Make it yourself." Clove snorted, not looking up from her homework.

"I can't. My insides are busy." Johanna protested, shovelling more food into her mouth.

"Doing what? Eating disgusting food?"

"No! They're making a baby!" The doorbell sounded and Clove jumped to her feet.

"I'll get it!" She yelled, mainly to avoid making Johanna her third sandwich that week.

"Bitch." Johanna muttered under her breath, rubbing her still flat stomach as Clove jogged out of the room. She pulled the front door open and gasped.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Clove snapped, narrowing her eyes.

"Can't a man visit his daughters?" Allan Burrows smirked at Clove from the porch, decked out in a designer jacket and jeans. His briefcase was dangling from his right hand and Clove wanted nothing more than to slam the door in his face.

"No. Guys like you can't." Clove hissed. I can't slam the door. Johanna might want to see him.

"Now now, Clove. I raised you for six years. You could at least be civil to me." Allan frowned. He stepped into the farmhouse and set his briefcase down.

"Bite me." Clove snapped.

"Clove, who's at the door?" Johanna yelled from the dining room.

"The biggest idiot in the world!" Clove yelled back, keeping her glare trained on their father.

"I thought Cato was upstairs!"

"Just come here!"

"Oh my God." Johanna mumbled when she joined them in the wide hallway. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Hello to you too, Johanna." Allan laughed.

"That wasn't a joke." Johanna said in a monotonous voice.

"The joke is you being here. You have no right to come back to us like this." Clove snapped, her voice only wobbling slightly.

"Clove, Johanna-"

"No. It's been eleven years, 'dad'. I haven't heard from you in eleven fucking years so get the hell out of my house!" Clove screamed, shoving Allan. He stepped backwards and dusted off his jacket.

"Clove, are you okay?" Cato asked, running down the stairs. "Oh my God."

"Johanna, why is Cato Woods in your house?" Allan asked, turning away from Clove and Cato slipped a protective arm around her shoulder.

"Ask Clove." Johanna said sourly, glaring at him. He turned to face Clove with one eyebrow raised. Clove and Johanna both got their dark hair from him, but neither had his eyes.

"Why is my next project in your household?" He asked.

"Your next project?! You won't go anywhere near him!" Clove yelled, shoving her father away from her again.

"I've been meaning to contact his agent about a part. This is my career and it's none of your damn business, Clove." Allan snapped, glaring back at Clove.

"I'm not taking the part." Cato said calmly.

"You don't even know what it is."

"I'm not taking the part." Cato repeated. "With all due respect sir, I think you should leave."

"Why are you here anyway? It's not like you could ever actually care about us." Johanna asked icily.

"I'm in town on business and I thought I'd come by to congratulate my pregnant daughter." Allan said.

"Well you've said it. You can leave now." Johanna responded firmly.

"Is it a boy or a girl?"

"God dad, I don't-"

"Or is it a fuck up like Clove?" Allan smirked. Clove knew he was only trying to make her angry. She also knew that he had succeeded. She lunged at her father, but Cato pulled her back by her shoulder before he hands could make contact with his face.

"Calm down!" He hissed in her ear.

"Clove won't hit you." Johanna said, shoving him onto the porch. "But that doesn't mean I won't."

"Wha-" Johanna cut him off with a slap to the face before slamming the door. Breathing heavily, Clove broke away from Cato's grip and hugged Johanna tightly.

"We don't need him, kid. We never needed a father. We're strong." Johanna whispered, hugging Clove back.

"Men are chumps." Clove mumbled.

"Got it in one, kiddo. Now go get changed, Mandy and Nick will be back soon and I doubt they want to see you for dinner in your wellies." Johanna laughed, releasing Clove.

"Fine. You should go find Blight. Tell him…Tell him what happened." Clove coughed awkwardly. Johanna nodded and left the room to go back to the barn.

"You okay?" Cato asked gently.

"Yeah." Clove sighed. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Cato stretched out his arms and Clove stepped into them.

"It always amazes me how strong you are." Cato said.

"Everyone breaks, Cato. Even me and I'm Super Bitch." Clove replied. They both laughed for a few seconds before entering into a comfortable silence.

"I'm not even going to pretend I know what you're going through." He muttered in her ear.

"You don't have too. I never told you what growing up with him as my father was like." Clove sighed into Cato's shoulder.

"Keep it to yourself if you want."

"No, I want to tell you."

"Then I'm all ears."

"Okay." Clove took a deep breath. "I couldn't have been older than two months when my mother left. She'd been cheating on my father with Nick for almost five years. I don't blame her. Anyway, she must have thought my dad was capable of looking after me. Half the reason I'm kind of small now is because he wasn't. He was alright at first, but when I reached five…He was terrible father. He stayed out late working. We lived off of cereal and microwave meals because he didn't know how to make anything else. If I got sick, he'd leave me at home with microwave curry while he worked because I couldn't go to school but he had no time for me. Then when I was six, social services were called by the neighbours and my mother was tracked down. I don't think anyone will ever understand how shocked I was to find out I had a whole new family. I loved it back then, but I've just been feeling hatred towards my mother for the past few years for leaving me with my father. It hurt even more two years ago when I found out I had another sister. A stepsister, Prim. She spends most of her time at Rue's. I don't feel like I fit in with my mother's family. I'm just a reminder to Nick that not everything in his life is perfect. I love my sisters and my cousins. I love my aunts and my uncles. I'm just nothing like any of them. The only person I'm anything like is Johanna and I'll be losing her soon to Blight and the baby."

"Johanna won't forget you. And you don't need to be like anyone. You're unique, okay? It's doesn't matter to me that you're not from around here, or tha you're not like your other family members. It shouldn't matter to them, either. You're amazing, and feisty, and beautiful. You're not perfect but you're perfect to me and as long as there's an us, you won't feel like you need to be like the others. I'll make you feel incredible just the way you are." Cato said when she was done with her rant. Clove lifted her head and stared Cato straight in the eyes.

"You're lame." She said, before kissing him on the mouth.