Glimmer's POV: I gasp. I know I was pregnant, but I didn't know that I'd have twins! Cato looks at me in disbelief. "I know," I say in a soft whisper.

Cato looks down. He's feeling...blue, I guess. I wanted just one child, not twins!

"Great," Cato sighs as he taps his foot on the ground. I get up. "We're going home," I say and immediatly grab his (not burned) hand and take of. "What about my hand?" he asks.

I sigh. "I'll take you here later. Now let's go. We're deciding these babies names at home." Cato nods.

When we get home, I look carefully at my two children. The girl has deep brown eyes. She looks like the type that would have lots of freckles.

The boy has hazel eyes and looks very serious. "So?" Cato asks impatiently. "Clove," I say. "Marvel." "Those are the names?" Cato says like he's confused.

"Yeah! This one has brown eyes and freckles. The other has hazel eyes and looks very serious. Exactly like them!" I yell a bit too loudly. Clove starts crying. Marvel laughs.

Cato grins. "Maybe this isn't so bad after all," he says. I nod. "Yeah." I laugh. "Well, we still have that extra room upstairs. That could be their room, the one in between ours."

"No, they should sleep with us for a few nights. I'll be with Clove and you'll be with Marvel," I say proudly. Cato rolls his eyes. I groan. "You're a grump today," I say.

I fold my arms. Cato doesn't seem too happy about this. He mouths something. "What?" I ask. "But babies...y'know, aren't...potty trained," Cato whispers.

As soon as Cato says "potty," Marvel started peeing on him. Cato looked down at him in anger. He started growling and Marvel started crying.

"Cato, you twit! You can't treat our child that way!" I scream. I pick up Clove and pat her head. She starts laughing. I then take both of the babies and put them on the couch.

"Cato, I need to talk with you...outside," I say sternly. We go outside and I smack him. "You can't treat a child like it's a plastic doll! It's a human!"

"To be honest, I never even wanted a child anyways," he said back angrily.

"Well we have some now, so too bad, so sad!"

"Well I don't want those things in my house!"

"They're not things, they're human beings! They're children!"

"But they're just so foolish!"

"And you aren't?"

We both pause and hear screaming from inside. I run inside, but Cato only walks behind me. He couldn't care less. He hates our kids.

I open the door widely and see Marvel holding something shiny. I couldn't see what is was because I run upstairs too quickly. My door is open and my drawer is also wide open.

My drawer's full of knives. Marvel's holding a knife.

I rush downstairs, saying, "Marvel! No!" Clove is clapping at him. I pick up Marvel and take the knife. He doesn't start crying, but I hear shrieking.

"Clove, stop it! NO!" I hear. I rush into the kitchen. Clove is speed-crawling towards a burning oven. Cato is too afraid and disgusted to pick her up.

I pick up Clove and place her in my room. I go downstairs and also grab Marvel, also putting him in my room.

Clove and Marvel are asleep in my bed. I put down towels just in case they would...y'know. I lock my drawer and double check to make sure they won't get in again.

I go downstairs to meet Cato. He's on the couch, watching the 72nd Hunger Games. I sigh. "You just don't care, do you?" I ask. He turns over to me with a suprised look on his face.

"Look, I'm sorry," he says thoughfully. "I should really realize what I need to do to be a responsable parent. I'm sooo sorry, hon!"

I grin. "Really?" I ask. "Really," he says while a smile danced across his face. I lay down on the couch next to him. He says, "I gotta go to the bathroom." I nod.

Cato goes upstairs, but he heads toward my room. I follow him upstairs. I see him unlocking my drawer. He places a knife in Clove's hand and another one in Marvel's.

"This'll be perfect," he says with and evil grin. I stay silent. He tricked me! Well, if he tricks me, imagine what I'll do to him.