Six months later.

Cato's POV

It had been six months since Cato had seen or heard anything from Clove. It was like she had vanished off the face of the earth. After he had gone to her apartment and found it empty, Cato had done everything in his power to find her, to talk to her. He wanted to apologized. He was the worlds worst father. He was probably going to be a worse one than his dad was, in his drunken rage, hitting Cato whenever he saw him, it wasn't Cato's fault his mom had died giving birth to him. Cato knew that, and so did his father, but every time he got drunk (which was often) he forgot about that, and blamed Cato for killing her. It was a miserable childhood, and as soon as Cato had turned 18 he had left his dad's house.

He was 23 now, and his dad had been dead for two years having finally killed himself in a drunken car crash. He had come to Cato that day in order to make amends. He was sober going on a year and wanted a relationship with his son. Cato had thrown him out, and apparently his dad got drunk and was hit by a train three miles away from Cato's apartment. The police had told Cato it wasn't his fault, but Cato knew otherwise. If he had forgiven his father he probably would have been here today. Cato's father had left him close to 100 million dollars and Cato had put it in the bank, and since then he had nearly tripled his money. He could easily have provided for both Clove and his child, but know they were gone, and Cato was sitting alone in his huge house.

Cato had given up hope of finding her. Tiny parts of him still hoped she would show up at his door, smile and accept him as her husband. Cato knew that was asking for a miracle. He didn't even know if Clove was still alive. He had been looking for her since she had disappeared. He had invested so much money and time in finding her, and still turned up empty handed. Cato had tried everything, and was clinging on to nothing.

The doorknob rang, Cato heard it but he didn't bother to move. It rang again and with it came Peeta's voice.

"Cato I know you're in there come get the door."

Cato didn't respond.

"I'm coming in anyway. You never bother to lock the door."

Cato heard the door open and close and saw Peeta come in. It had been awhile since they talked.

"Wow Cato, never thought I see you worked this up over a girl."

Cato just grunted. Peeta sat down next to Cato on the white love seat.

"Look dude, I know this has been tough on you, but you're Cato freakin Bradley!"

"Yes! But what good is my name if I can't use it to find my unborn child and its mother, the women I love!" Cato screamed back."I need to find Clove, it's so important. I just want to know if she's okay, I ...I think I love her Peet." He said the last part in a faint whisper. He had been thinking about his feelings for awhile, but only now, when he said it out loud, he truly meant it.

"Wow, Cato" Peeta said. "I didn't know you felt that way."

Cato nodded.

" I heard from her Cato, she's in Tennessee. My friend Thresh recognized her, and called me. She's in a town called Diamond Runs."

"What the hell Peeta! Are you kidding me? Why didn't you say that first?"

"I didn't realized how you felt. She was just a girl you met one time. I realized she's carrying your kid, but I thought you didn't want to be part of her or the baby's life."

"I didn't originally, but thinking about it, I realized, I want to be a dad. To prove I'd be a better one than mine. The kid hasn't even been born, and I love it more than anything. I've got to book a plane ticket."

Cato left Peeta standing in the den, and called up the airport

A.N sorry if this one is short, but I really wanted to get my ideas down before I forgot them. Thanks to everyone for reviewing. It makes me so excited to see how many people want to keep reading my story! I have the ending in mind, and if it goes as planned I will be able to have a sequel. This story should be done in about five more chapters give or take. Again thanks for reviewing and don't forget to do it again.

-Mrs. Kílí Mellark.