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9

Cato

Everything is ok. Our baby is fine, thank god. But I am worried about going back to 12. What if someone tries to hurt her again? This was a close call; I don't want any more scares. Katniss is trying to calm me down but this isn't how it should be. I should be soothing her, taking care of her, not the other way around – she has enough on her plate. Anyway, now they know the baby is alright, it's time for her scan. And we're gonna find out what the sex is…

Its twins! I am so excited – I'm gonna have a son and a daughter. We went in and our babies popped up on the little screen and they were beautiful. The doctor explained to us that we were having twins and both Katniss and I started to cry, silently. She left the room and Katniss turned to me, eyes still full of tears. "We're gonna have two babies. A real little baby boy and a beautiful baby girl. And they are gonna be the most famous people in the country. Everyone is gonna be following their lives, right from the day they're born. What if someone tries to hurt them? Cato, we need to protect them." I laughed shakily as she started babbling and I took her hand. "Princess, no-one will ever hurt our babies again. We had a very close call today and we're gonna be a lot more careful for the next 2, 3 months. I will not let you out of my sight, but after they're born… Well, they're gonna have two Games victors for parents. They're gonna have victors surrounding them and have our families as well. They will be the most loved babies alive. They will not be hurt because in order for someone to hurt them, they are gonna have to go through all of us. Ok?" She kissed me roughly and I knew I had my answer. She swung her legs off the bed and said, "Right, come on Peeta, come on girlie." I grabbed her arm to stop her leaving, and whispered, "My name. Is Cato." She giggled, "I know it is, baby, I wasn't talking to you. I know I haven't discussed it with you yet but I was sort of hoping that we could call our boy Peeta. I should have saved him, the least I can do is honour him, right? And you can name our girl, promise!" I was so relieved that she hadn't called me Peeta that I completely ignored the rest of her speech and pulled her into a tight hug. All I could choke out was, "Maybe…"

Katniss

It's been a few weeks since we got back to District 12 and Haymitch has just told us that we have to go back to the Capitol for our wedding. It's ok because everyone is coming with us, Mom, Prim, Steph, Cato's parents, Buzz, Cruz, Madge and even Gale, although Cato was slightly reluctant about that last one. He's managed to set up a deal with some magazine so that they get photo rights but they have to pay for the whole thing. Also, it'll be airing live on TV, the ceremony anyway. But that is not the most exciting news I've heard over the last few weeks! Obviously, I'm gonna have twins which is terrifying but such great news that I cried for a week. We've decided to name them Peeta Josh Hadley and Clove Rue Hadley, after people who have died. Josh was my dad, and I miss him lots but that hole in my heart that he left, Cato has almost filled it. I love him… But anyway, onto my news. Madge and Gale have got together! She came to see me in hospital and told me all about it. I was in bed and Cato had just gone for coffee when she came in. She explained, "Katniss, I have something I need to talk to you about. The night of the Reaping… I… um… ImadeoutwithGale!" I laughed at her, and said, "Ok babe, slow down and tell me again." She hesitated before muttering, "I made out with Gale." I screamed, and Cato came running. I looked at his worried eyes and just mouthed, 'Happy scream!' before turning back to Madge. "Oh my god, so did you guys go out? Tell me about your first date and don't leave anything out! This is so exciting!" She interrupted me, "Kat, wait, I haven't gone out with him yet." I frowned but before I could say anything she continued, "I was waiting for your permission. Gale said that he'd like to go out with me but that he was worried you were faking your romance with Cato and would be pissed when you got back. Is it… Is it ok if I ask him out?" I looked at her gleefully, "Is it? I will get you ready for that first date. Oh, Cinna will love dressing you up, you're prettier than me!" and she began to laugh. They're together now and Gale apologised for attacking me. I forgave him, happy to get my best friends back. He also apologised to Cato who, after some prodding, disgruntledly accepted it. Now, Cruz and Buzz are best men, Steph, Prim and Madge are bridesmaids and Gale and Mom are giving me away. I am so excited, but before we can get married, I have to have these babies. I am only 6 weeks away and I have one more interview with Caesar before I can go into hiding for a while, preparing for the birth. Haymitch is insisting on us taking Prim and Steph to the interview with us, which took some persuading but after Prim begged to meet the man with 'strange blue hair' how could I say no?

Cato

It's time for the interview. Kat is glowing – part pregnancy and part having her family complete at last. We are still very intimate as a couple but she is very open with her sister. We've spent a lot of time discussing baby clothes and furniture, especially as Haymitch has managed to wangle us a custom-built house for us to live in. It's going to be massive, big enough for both our families but built so we can still have our own space, with a massive play-room for the twins, as well as Prim and Steph. They're here with us now. Steph is wearing a buttercup dress, exactly the same design as Prim's, except hers is purple. They look like sisters and they get along so well, better than we could possibly have hoped for. I notice Katniss, leaning against the wall, watching them play and I walk over to join her, linking our hands together. She whispers, "That's what our kids will be like. I love the fact that in only two months, we're gonna be a proper family, married with kids. And I'll never have to work again – we have so much land, I can hunt whenever, and we can just give an interview whenever we need money. We can spend all day with our kids." I laugh at her plans and turn to her, "Do you want more than just these two?" and she nods passionately. "Back in 12, the more kids you had, the more mouths to feed. That's not gonna be a problem for us, so we might as well make the most of it, right?" I ask one last question, "What about schooling? Do you wanna send them to my academy or a different one?" She laughs, "We're not sending them to any training academy." I look at her, offended, and ask, "Why not? We're expected to raise the best Games victors ever, where do you wanna send them?" She raises her voice, "I don't give a shit what we're expected to do; I am not sending my babies into the Games." I glare at her, shouting, "What, so you're just gonna send them in defenceless?" She rolls her eyes, "No. Of course not, because they're not going! Ever. I will teach them to hunt, you will teach them to fight. Our children will be perfectly capable of winning the Games, but they are never going in there!" "We may not have a goddamn choice, babe! It's a lottery, remember? One the Capitol will almost certainly fix." She softens and looks round at Prim and Steph, who are staring at us, afraid, almost like they expect us to try and kill each other. She whispers, "You're right. Of course you're right. But we will home-school them. After all, who better than a bunch of victors to train them to be a victor? And they are NOT volunteering. Ok?" I pull her into a tight embrace, kissing her hair and whispering, "I'm sorry," over and over again. Prim and Steph breathe an audible sigh of relief and Haymitch approaches cautiously, announcing, "You're wanted on stage now." We link hands again and reach out for our sisters. We walk in a line, ready to face the crowd. Ready for anything; stronger after our first fight.

Haymitch

Well, they had their first row. It was loud but still very intimate. No-one could possibly intervene. Oh well, it resolved itself in the space of about 10 minutes and when they went for their interview with Caesar, it seemed like nothing could break those bonds. He held her hand tightly throughout, like nobody could tear them apart. Afterwards, they retreated silently to their bedroom, not speaking to anyone for the rest of the evening. Prim and Steph practically camped outside their room that night, until we heard the cries of anger and passion that were seeping through the door. They were worried that they were fighting again, so we sent them to bed. I'm glad they made it up, but they're gonna be even more attached now.

Katniss

Make up sex is the best! Cato and I have totally forgiven each other and we had a really good night last night. This morning, we woke up bright and early, dressed and were about to head down to breakfast when Prim came in, crying, "Katniss. Cato. You have to help. I think Gale is hurting Madge, she's screaming and sobbing and from what I could see through the keyhole, she's got blood all over her face." I swore and sprinted towards Madge's room, Cato right behind me. As soon as we got to her room, we burst inside to see Madge cowering on the floor, Gale kicking her into the stomach. Cato put his hand out to stop me running to Madge as he darted over to Gale and pinned him to the ground. As I hurried to Madge, Mom hurried in to help me carry her to the bed, and Cato's dad came in to help him hold Gale down. Finally, peacekeepers arrived and injected Gale with some sort of sleeping draught, and the doctor arrived to treat Madge. I sat by her bed and held her hand, while Cato went back to sleep. It seems that Gale is a lot stronger than we thought and so Cato used up a lot of energy. The doctor had to bandage up a lot of Madge's wounds and she cried a lot. I felt so useless; all I could do was offer her tissues and a shoulder to cry on. Eventually, she fell asleep and I was able to go back to Cato. However, when I got to my room, all I could do was scream.

Cato was gone. Not like, gone to dinner gone, but taken. There were obvious signs of a struggle, our wardrobe knocked over, drink spilt. I screamed over and over, "HAYMITCH. BRUTUS. MOM. SOMEBODY HELP!" Everyone came running and gasped as they entered. I collapsed on the floor, sobbing and rocking, Mom kneeling beside me rubbing my back. "Haymitch," she said, "This stress is not good for the babies. We need to find Cato. Now." Haymitch nodded and pointed to footprints on the floor. As soon as I saw them, muddying the carpet, I jumped up and followed them out my door.