Clove'sPOV
After Cato abandoned her in the car, Clove just shrugged and headed into the restaurant. It was a cute little pizza place a little cliche. There was romantic lighting everywhere and a freaking Violin Player in the corner. couples were snuggled close in booths. Feeding each other little bits of pizza between making out. it was disgusting. Was Clove on a date with Cato? she thought they were just going to talk over a cheese pizza. Not join the rest of the germ infested populous making out. She was yet again going to kill Cato. There wasn't a line so Clove got to sit down almost automatically. The Hostess lead Clove to a table in the middle of the restaurant. Clove sat down and planned out an incident to humiliate Cato as much as she was humiliated sitting out in some romantic restaurant. Cato joined her a couple of minuets later, running his hand through his surfer perfect blond hair, muscles rippling. Man was Cato hot. Stop Clove! Think! She smiled sheepishly at Cato. He flashed his perfect white teeth back at her. What is your problem? She completely forgot her anger towards Cato.
"You look really pretty today Clove" Cato said.
Clove hid her blush behind the menu. Disguising her weakness. She looked at the entrees. She didn't really focus on the food though. She was more concerned about Cato. He didn't seem like the person who would compliment her. Even if she was carrying his child. He didn't even protest when she wanted to drive. Strange. Something was up with Cato. She just hoped it didn't mess with there lunch plans. Clove was hungry.
"So what good here?"
"Huh?" Cato was still of on another planet. He had been since they left the apartment.
"I SAID WHAT'S GOOD HERE!" Clove practically yelled. "Are you deaf Cato? DONT YOU CARE ABOUT ME AND YOUR UNBORN CHILD?"
At this point majority of the restaurant was looking at Clove and Cato. Exactly what Clove wanted now Cato would feel the humiliation that Clove had in the restaurant that Clove had first told Cato she was pregnant at. Not that she still held a grudge against him. Oh who was she kidding... Of course she did. He wasn't even paying attention to her. He was staring at some random Slut at the bar while Clove was giving him life changing news. After that Cato had basically left her, and now he was here wanting to be "part of his child's life." Clove wasn't sure how she felt having him sort of back in her life and she wasn't really in a rush to determine how she felt about there relationship. She might as well squeeze a free lunch out of him.
The restaurant was still staring at Cato, expecting an answer. Clove crossed her fingers for some humiliation. She hoped that Cato would leave the table and run to the bathroom eyes brimming with tears. However years of living in Hollywood had prepared Cato for this. Unfortunately.
"Now Dove"he said taking Clove's small hand in his. "OF COURSE I love you and the baby, snuggle muffin. I would do ANYTHING for you and our precious bundle of joy." Dove? Snuggle muffin? Something was wrong with Cato.
"Actually Dove... I was wondering. I don't want our little gem growing up illegitimate. So I was wondering," Cato got to the floor on one knee and pulled out a black box."
Holy Crap... Something was wrong with Cato.
"Will you marry me?" Cato asked holding a four carat diamond ring.
"Oh Crap" Clove thought.
Threw y'all for a loop didn't I? Don't worry I will explain it. Requests for names and genders still apply. Thank you for reading! My story is getting rather popular.