A/N: Your suspense didn't last too long, did it? Here's an update to get your hearts beating again :)

"You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth."

-William W. Purkey

The color drained from Cato's face. Alice raised her eyebrows as Cato ran out of the room and into the living room. He saw Daniel sitting next to Caesar in front of a very shocked crowd. "E-excuse me?" Caesar asked. It seemed that even the interviewer was surprised by Daniel's sudden announcement.

Daniel gave them a sweet smile, a part of his angle. "He's my father." He repeated calmly.

Before Caesar could say anything, the buzzer went off. Daniel stood up and bowed which earned a loud cheer from the still stunned crowd. A quick shower of flowers ended Daniel's interview and he walked off the stage. Cato took a deep breath to calm himself down and ran a trembling hand through his hair. Failing in calming himself, Cato kicked a table. The glass table came toppling down and the vase on top of it shattered into a million pieces. Letting out a frustrated groan, Cato grabbed a pillow and ripped it open. His fist hit the wall and another vase came crashing down. "Fuck! Fuck!" Cato yelled as he kicked one of the single sofas over. Alice watched silently in a corner. She didn't stop him, he needed to get his anger out.

Blood dripped down the split skin on Cato's knuckles and he paid no attention to it. He didn't care about the broken glass lying around which was digging into Cato's bare feet. He kept cursing until he heard the door open. Whirling around, Cato strode towards Daniel and grabbed his thin shoulders. "Why?" He demanded. "Why didn't you fucking tell me?"

Daniel looked down, afraid of the murderous gleam in Cato's eyes. "Mommy told me not to."

Cato shook the small child. "Fuck your Mommy." He growled.

Alice came up behind him and pulled Cato off of Daniel. "Apparently, you already did." She said. "Look, you can talk about this calmly."

"Calmly? Calmly?" Cato pressed his palm to his forehead. "God, she kept my own fucking child away from me for twelve years! And I didn't even know I had a bloody kid!"

"You hurt her." Daniel whispered. "She doesn't like you because you hurt her. She told me she didn't want me to talk to you because you didn't like us and that you didn't want me."

"I didn't even know about you!" Cato yelled. "How was I supposed to magically want you or not if I didn't even know you existed?"

Daniel didn't reply as his eyes welled up with tears. Cato raked a hand through his hair. "I told her once that I hated kids and I didn't want any. But I'd never met you, how could I have wanted someone I didn't know about?"

"Do you hate me?" Daniel asked slowly.

Cato frowned. "What... No, no, Daniel. I don't hate you. I just..." His voice trailed off.

"It doesn't really matter anymore, does it?" Daniel gave him a small smile. "I'm going to die tomorrow, right? In the bloodbath?"

Cato slammed his palm against his temple. "Oh, fuck. The bloody Games are starting tomorrow. Fuck." It seemed as if the world was against him. Just then, Cato felt a strong wave of fatherly emotion run over him and he pulled Daniel's small body against his much stronger one. Engulfing him in his arms, Cato allowed Daniel to let the tears he had been holding in to flow.

Cato heard Daniel whisper softly, "Daddy."

Placing a kiss on Daniel's forehead, Cato replied, "I like that. It sounds... different. A good different."

"I wish you could've known me sooner." Daniel felt safe in Cato's arms.

"Yeah, me too." Cato kissed his forehead again. Daniel's body began shuddering with sobs as he whispered sorry over and over again. Cato gently rubbed his back and told him it was okay over and over again.

"He's a natural father." Alisa whispered to Alice who nodded with a smile.

"Let's give them some time alone." She took Alisa's hand and pulled her towards one of the rooms.

"Higher." Cato instructed and lifted Daniel's arm a bit upwards. They were in the training room where Cato was trying to teach Daniel to use knives. They had gotten permission from Seneca Crane who had agreed only because Cato was somewhat of a friend to the Head Gamemaker.

"You had no idea the child was yours?" Seneca had asked.

Cato shook his head. "No, I didn't."

Seneca had nodded slowly and said, "You should be glad she kept him and didn't get an abortion. You don't ever want to experience that."

Cato was slightly confused. "Don't want to experience what?"

"When you meet a girl who was your past lover and she tells you she got rid of your first child." Cato noticed the far away look in Seneca's eyes that made him look more human.

"And you experienced that?" Cato questioned.

Seneca gave him a small, sad smile. "She would be ten years old by now."

Cato nodded and said a quick thank you before taking Daniel's hand and leading him out of the room. Seneca had watched them leave and then looked out of the window. A twisted, evil idea came into his mind. Truth was, he was jealous of Cato. The Victor had found out he was a father and his son had accepted him. If Cato spent the entire night sharing strategies with the child, Daniel would have a chance to win the Games. He would come home a Victor and reunite with his father and mother. And Cato would probably have a happily ever after with his son and a past love. Seneca Crane could never be with his dead child, no matter what he did, no matter how much he wanted it. And the woman who had caused his grief, well, she was as dead as their child. As soon as Seneca was told that she had gotten an abortion, he had sent three Peacekeepers after her. They found her body in the morning. It just wasn't fair that Cato was given everything and he, nothing. He wanted to snatch Cato's happily ever after away and bury it somewhere where no one would ever find it. And he was going to do just that.

Cato threw a bottle of water at Daniel who caught it eagerly. He plopped down on the training room floor and chugged down the cool water as Cato watched with a raised eyebrow. "Thirsty, eh?"

Daniel nodded enthusiastically. "Uh-huh. Too tired."

"Sorry, but no sleeping." Cato said and pulled Daniel off of the floor. "We need to perfect your skills."

"What skills?" Daniel asked sarcastically. And simultaneously, both father and son ran a hand through their hair.

Cato grinned. "You got that from me, didn't you?"

"Yeah, Mommy says that I'm a miniature you."

Cato shook his head. "No. You look like me but you're personality is just like your mother's. I've always been a brutal person and you, you wouldn't hurt a fly. You also have that big puppy eye look. She used to do that all the time. And you're just as sweet as she was."

Daniel tilted his head. "Did you love Mommy?"

Cato froze as a memory came rushing back to him.

"Do you love her?" Cato's friend, Jacson asked. They were leaning against the wall of the Academy during lunch break.

"Who, her?" Cato gestured towards the girl walking across the lawn. She was holding a blue container with something inside it, most likely her elder brother's lunch. Like usual, her hair was open and her eyes were bright as she smiled at her brother and fed him the first spoon.

"Yeah, her." Jacson raised an eyebrow.

She was laughing now as Marcus, her brother, told her a joke. Cato rolled his eyes, "Whatever. Like I would ever love her. She doesn't even go to the Academy."

"Of course, and you need a dynamic chick, right? Someone like... Clove?"

Cato punched him in the stomach. "Shut up, Jacson. She's like my younger sister. And, besides, don't you have your eyes on her?"

Jacson turned red. "W-what? N-no way."

Cato smirked. "Yeah, right."

By then, Marcus was done with is lunch and his younger sister was waving good-bye as she walked towards the fence. Jacson grinned. "Hey, I got a dare for you."

"What?" Cato asked.

Jacson folded his arms. "I dare you to fuck her."

Cato laughed. "Really? Is that the best you could come up with?"

"What? Are you too scared?" Jacson said.

Cato shook his head. "No way."

"Then do it." Jacson insisted. "If you do, I'll give up my spot for the reapings. You can volunteer instead of me. I'll talk to Brutus."

"Fine, I'll do it. Tonight." Cato agreed and began walking towards the entrance of the Academy.

"Wait!" Jacson called, running after him. "How will I know you did it?"

Cato shrugged as Jacson snapped his fingers. "Great, I have an idea. You have to fuck her and record her moans."

Cato grimaced. "Ew, that's gross."

"Then how will I know you did it?" Jacson fell into step with the blonde.

"I'll mark her." Cato offered.

Jacson frowned. "But you can mark her without actually having sex with her, you know."

"I'll mark her somewhere like on the inside of her thigh or something." They entered the building.

"And how are you planning on showing me the mark?"

Cato smirked. "Leave that to me."

"Daddy?"

Cato snapped out of the past and looked at Daniel. "Uh, yeah, what were you asking me?"

"Did you love Mommy?"

Cato nodded. "I did."

Daniel put the bottle down and picked up a few knives. "I think we should get back to training." He said and turned around.

Cato gazed at his son before a sad smile replaced his frown. "I do." He whispered.

A/N: I thought of making Seneca a good guy but then I changed my mind. Besides, he's a Gamemaker, he's supposed to be evil ;)

Next chapter: The start of the Games! And Cato finally meets up with Daniel's mother. Hey, any of you wondering what her name is? Tell me what you think it is and we'll see if anyone gets it right. Here's a hint: it starts with 'L'.