I don't own the Hunger Games.
Okay, I just realized that I forgot to write the private sessions, I just don't really like them, they bore me. I mean we all know what would happen, Clove does knifes, Cato uses his swords, they both do amazing and they're both really happy. I just didn't really care for the private sessions in the movies or books, so I decided not to use them in my story. I hope you don't mind and I'm sorry for all the people who like the private training sessions and wanted me to write a chapter about it.
Clove POV:
"Clove?" I turn to the familiar voice.
"Yes?" I ask.
"Since interviews is in like 5 hours, wanna go somewhere?" he says eagerly, hugging me from behind.
"Like where?" I ask, loving the feeling of him hugging me.
"It's a secret," he says, kissing my cheek. That got me interested.
"Ok," I say, following Cato to the elevator, he pushes the top button and we arrive on a beautiful roof with a picnic, pillows, and a blanket.
"How'd you find this?" I walk around looking at my surroundings, it's really just a plain roof, but there's no cameras here, we're in privacy.
"You like it?" he asks, sitting down. I walk over and straddle him so I can look into his eyes.
"I love it," I say lightly kissing him.
"Shall I escort you to the dinning hall, Princess Sevina?" he holds out his arm.
"Of course, Prince Ludwig," I say taking his arm, he leads me to the small picnic he put together and he wraps the blanket around us. I eat a little, but I want to talk to him and just spend time with him. He seems to feel the same way.
"How do you feel Clove?" he asks, coming closer.
"I feel fine, you know the baby's good," I say rubbing my stomach adoringly.
"That's good, but I meant like how do you feel about going back in the games," he says, picking me up and holding me in his lap.
"I don't want to Cato, I'm scared," I let a few tears fall, he kisses them away. Cato's the only person that I can be myself around.
"Tell me why," he soothingly asks.
"Well, if I die," I feel Cato's muscles tense at the thought of me dying, "the baby dies, If I get hurt the baby gets hurt. Cato, that's a lot of pressure. Plus the pregnancy is slowing me down and all the tributes will try to hurt on of us to get the other one," I keep rambling on.
"Clove, it's okay, we can get threw this. We got threw the last one, we can get threw this," he says hugging me tighter.
"How do you feel about this?" I ask him, I never asked him before about how he feels about all of this.
"I feel like if you even get a scratch, then it's my fault. I want to protect you Clove, but I'm afraid I'm going to fail at that. If you die, I have nothing, but if I die, you will be devastated, and our baby will grow up without a father," he says. I look into his watering blue eyes, and I kiss his tears away. I stroke his hair and I kiss him.
"It's going to be okay," I say. "We're going to be out of the arena before we know it, and we'll be double victors, we'll be parents, and we'll get married."
"We never did get married," he thinks.
"Yes, well I think that the president will want us to get married, to ensure that we are really star crossed lovers," I say.
"Well we are star crossed lovers, ring or not," he pulls me in for another kiss, which I gladly accept.
"We'll live in our victors house and we'll have two or three kids. We'll make some friends so we wont be lonely, and we'll grow old together. Our kids will never have to go into the games and nothing will be bad," I say, thinking about our future.
"We should name the baby, like a name," he says.
"Like?"
"Well like a name that we both like."
"Well for a boy, I like the name Alex, maybe my mom's name if it's a girl because she would have loved her granddaughter or son," I say, thinking back to my mom. She died a long time ago, that's why my father abused me.
"I like the name Elena for a girl, and for a boy, maybe like Stefan?" he asks.
"I like those names," I say snuggling into him. "So if it's a girl, Elena or Veronica, if it's a boy, Stefan." I clarify.
"Why only Stefan? Why not Alex too?" he asks.
"Well because I've met other Alex's before, the name Stefan is unique," I answer back.
"So Elena Ludwig, Veronica Ludwig, or Stephan Ludwig?" he asks.
"Yup, I like the names," I say.
"Who do you think will be a big competition in the games?" he asks, looking at our untouched food.
"Finnick, Gloss, Cashmere, and maybe Johanna. Plus, Finnick has Annie back home who he loves," I say.
"Well Finnick has the trident, Gloss will probably take a sword and Cahsmere and me will have to share the knifes. But they are also brother and sister, so they will protect each other first. Johanna can throw an axe as fast as you can throw a knife," he says.
"I think that in the games, each night one of us should stay up, even if we're not on watch, just to make sure that no one gets us. But we don't tell them that we'll be up," I say.
"That's a good idea," Cato likes my idea, good.
"But whatever happens, we'll win," I say.
"Yup, oh Clove look at the sun," he points at the sun setting. I lean into him and watch the sun set.
Reviewsss. Which name do you like more, Elena, Veronica, or Stefan?