A/N - Short one, but hopefully good!

KPOV

Christian gives me a smile as I walk quickly in the direction of the hotel. I'm curious about what bought him, his reaction, since he has no idea that I snuck a little something into my purchases as well. It's a good thing he was too busy looking at me blushing to worry about what the lady was packing up. Course, she was watching him a little too much as well. I can't help but feel possessive of Christian and I can't even explain why. I won't act out or anything; I won't do what he said he did to his wife. Follow all of moves; control his life in any way. But I admit I want to be with him all the time and I'm not used to that. It took me a little bit to get used to having Peeta around after the rebellion, yet with Christian, it's all so quick and seemingly so right.

I look behind me, surprised that Christian isn't right at my heels, but I notice he's preoccupied with something. I stop and walk back to him. "What's wrong?"

"That kid in the ice cream shop, he said he had a twin." He says, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk.

"Yeah, so? There have been a few that I've met." I don't get what the big deal is.

"Well, look in that shop there, I swear, it's the same kid or another brother." He tells me, nodding his head to a small souvenir shop.

I look in the window and he's right, the kid in there does look like the other two. "Maybe they have a big family; it's not unheard of, not using birth control."

"But for them to all look the same?" Christian asks. "I've heard of triplets and even seen a set of four before, but it seems odd. And they resemble someone I think I know."

"Christian, where are you going with this? I don't understand what the big deal is still." I admit to him. So what if the brothers look the same? "Christian?"

"Let's get back to the hotel; I need to call Taylor now." He orders rather than asks grabbing my hand and whisking me back quickly. I look back at the shop just as the kid sticks his head out the door. I don't recognize him except that he looks like the other two.

As we walk into the hotel lobby, I see Paige talking to an older man, probably another guest. She waves to us but doesn't end her conversation with him as he seems to be complaining about something. Luckily there's a new woman at the front desk and she greets both of us kindly. I smile back at her, but Christian is acting like he can't be bothered. We enter the elevator and I look up at him.

"Christian, really, what is it about these kids that's bothering you?" I ask him, since he's all out of sorts over this development.

"I don't like it. They look like someone I know back home and I think that has something to do with your mother knowing you're here and having sent Mr. Hawthorne to come get you." He finally tells me without reveling who this person is yet.

"Someone who is…?"

"Always wanting to ruin my happiness, Katniss. Always getting in the way of my life somehow. I just didn't know that there were ever children involved, I thought she didn't have kids." He thinks about it a moment, "In fact, I know she never had kids herself, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have kids."

Now I'm really confused. "What? How can you have kids without having kids besides adoption? I don't get it and who is this person?"

The doors open and we go into our room, carelessly throwing the bags on the floor. Luckily there's nothing in them that's breakable, well maybe the chocolates, but who cares about that? Within seconds, Christian has his earpiece in ear and is talking loudly to Taylor.

"Has Ms. Lincoln tried to contact me in the last few days that I'm not aware of?" He nods his bronze head, looking out onto the vast ocean in front us. "Did she happen to come by at any time before Ms. Everdeen showed up at my apartment?"

He looks up at me, his eyes wide. "Thank you Taylor, no we're fine, but look into any fertility clinics, see if she ever donated her eggs to anyone, if she has any kids. And check the whole place for any bugs; I think she may have tapped the lines. Yes, that will be all, Taylor."

He yanks the earpiece off, looking down at it like it is the reason we're in this predicament. I go to him, having been standing off to the side, just watching, waiting. I wrap my arms around his waist and look up at him. "Who is she?"

"The woman who taught me everything I know about sex."