I'm not going to lie to you.

I completely forgot about this story.

I'm sorry. (I'm really not)

But I had to hand in 2 assignments this week, had two exams and still have 2, and just got another assignment.

NOTE: I'm really not sure how to end this. It's probably blatantly obvious what's going to happen but I tried to build up the suspense as much as I could. I'm really not good at this stuff.

Thanks to everyone who kept following and reviewing! Sorry for any errors, I literally did this while watching friends (not the episode I referenced). I love you all!

Enjoy! :)

"Morning sunshine" Cato says softly in my ear

"Go away" I groan, and turn over. It's the morning after the wedding, and I am death.

Wedding sex helps nothing. It just put me to sleep faster. (After we were done of course, do you think I'm that mean?)

"Clove. Clove. Cloooove" He sings in my other ear.

"I am death, Cato. Do not test me."

"Aw, c'mon baby. We're married now! Don't tell me last night wasn't great." He says cheekily.

"I'm no longer a bride. I'll never be a bride again. Now, I'm just someone's wife! "And I'm the happiest guy in the world!" He replies.(WHATUP FRIENDS REFERENCE!)

I turn and Cato gasps, not unlike Chandler Bing when he sees something horrendous (the whole NNNGGYAAAUUUGH with the face) (WHATUP SECOND FRIENDS REFERENCE!), before very smartly hiding it with a cough. "You look...you look beautiful babe." "Don't call me babe" "Someone's cranky"

I don't even have to look to know that my makeup is beyond blended. I am a human raccoon. And he wonders why I'm cranky. Nevertheless, I should still be nice. I roll back over.

"I'm sorry baby. You're married to a racoon now, don't you remember?"

"Riiiighht. Come on, breakfast time, then one last check before we pack and then honeymoon time!" Cato should not be this enthusiastic. He is a temperamental human being who does not celebrate anything. I must really look like a mess for him to want to cheer me up this much.

After breakfast (french toast, my favourite), we do one final check of the bags. I get changed, scrub all the makeup off my face, and get dressed. I wear my favourite blue skinny jeans, uggs, and a black somewhat low-cut v-neck ¾ sleeve top (I know that's a lot, but then again, so is fashion). I chuck my hair up in a very neat messy bun and a beaded green bow. Cato on the other hand seems content in his red surfer singlet, baggy jeans and converse.

"Time to head to the airport, Clovey. Get your shit together and let's move!"

"Calm your tits Cato, I'm getting the luggage." But as my suitcase reaches to my waist, I think I may need a little help.

15 minutes later, we're all loaded up and ready to begin our worldwide tour. Honeymoon, here we come!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -5 WEEKS LATER

I run to the bathroom, trying to get there before my breakfast makes a guest appearance on the carpet.

"Clove? Are you alright?" Cato calls from the kitchen. I retch, barely breathing from the lack of air.

"Yeah," I call back. "Bloody hell, did you leave that milk in there since before we left for our honeymoon?"

"No," He says, walking in. "We only had our luggage and stuff here, remember? We hadn't moved any of the food in yet."

"Well somethings up because if it wasn't, I wouldn't be on the bathroom floor, would I?"

"De-stress your breasts, Clove." He says calmly, knowing the response it will evoke from me. I quickly punch him before cleaning up and going about my day as normal.

It's been 2 days since that stunning display of my digestive pyrotechnics.

"Morning Cato" I mumble sleepily. I barely get the chance to lean over and plant a kiss on the side of his lips before once again sprinting to the bathroom.

"IS MY MORNING BREATH REALLY THAT BAD?!" He yells after upchucks, I have a sneaking suspicion that food poisoning is behind this.

Damn that suspicious, delicious looking cupcake left on my desk at work yesterday.

Unless of course...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -CATO P.O.V

For once, the bathroom isn't filled with the contents of Clove's stomach. How the hell was I supposed to know that cupcake I left on her desk a couple of days ago would make her sick?!

"Clovey, honey, I'm making breakfast. What do you want?" I ask the bundle of sheets next to me.

"Milo cereal, thanks" Say the sheets. She lazily gets out of bed, then suddenly straightens up and heads to the bathroom.

"Here we go," I sigh, pulling myself off the matress.

"Here, babe." I say, setting her bowl on the counter. She walks in in her oversized black and white varsity jersey (86) and bright green booty shorts. She holds something in her hand that I can't see. "Your milk is coming too."

Clove just stands there, staring at a spot on the floor in front of her.

"Clove?" I ask tentatively. She makes no movement. "Clove?" I ask again, slightly more concerned. I move to her.

She looks up ever so slightly, looking both confused, shocked, scared and numb, like she just saw someone die but can't remember what to do. Her lips move and she says something, but I have no clue.

"What was that? Is everything okay?Clove?" I'm saying her name a lot in one morning. Ever so slowly, her eyes and head look side to side and up, till they finally meet mine.

And then, the words that changed my life forever:

"I'm pregnant."

As you can tell, I have no skills in concluding a story. I'm going to keep going with the prequel, and yeah. See?! I can't even conclude this!

Guys, I'm asking you to please, PLEASE TELL ME HOW TO END THIS BLOODY THING SHOULD I ADD ANOTHER CHAPTER SHOULD I WRITE ANOTHER STORY OR JUST LEAVE A CLIFF HANGER OR JUST WRITE AN EPILOGUE WHAT SHOULD I DO

Sorry, fangirl moment. I based this chapter heavily on my boyfriend (THAT'S RIGHT, THE IMPOSSIBLE IS ACTUALLY POSSIBLE. It only took us 7 months to get together but yaaaaaaaaaay!). No lie, he is just like Cato in the books (I'm not exhaggerating, he just hasn't murdered anyone. yet.) I'm not scared of him though, idk how, maybe I'm just stupid. Sorry for babbling on about my love life, but a lot of these stories are based on my own personal experience and it's really important for me to share these with you guys!

You have all been my rock throughout this, from your ideas, to your favourites, to your follows. The big speech will commence at the end of the next chapter, this is just a sample XD.

I'll have a new sign off next chapter as it's the end and I feel like I have just opened up to you guys completely, so its what I use to those who are crazy enough to get it and that know me as well as I know myself. But for now:

Take care!

xx~S