So, because I am stating the obvious, I wanted to say that Luke and Liz are now pretty forgiven….or are they? Kidding! They definitely are forgiven and all deliciously in love again. And where the hell did everybody go? Hmmm…this is a question that haunts me. And the Victory Tour is continuing. Let's hope that nobody tries to kill them. That would kind of put a damper on things. Anywhere, here's the chapter. READER HOMEOWRK (ALL RANKS)- SUBMIT ONE WEDDING DRESS OR CHARACTER I COULD ADD TO THIS STORY. If you don't have a awesome rank (fan, super fan, or psycho fan) and you want one, let me know if your review. Without further ado, here is the chapter. Enjoy!

Clove POV-

I peek into Liz's compartment, immediately smelling vanilla. I look around a bit, and then I spot the candles placed all around. I remember when Cato and I did these things. My eyes scan the bed, and I spot my precious Liz intertwined with Luke. And she's wearing a towel. That's a little suspicious. But I had done worse. And Luke has clothes on, so odds are she just fell asleep after taking a shower. I close the door and walk back to the other adults on the train for the cocktail party.

Well, a cocktail party for all of us but Haymitch. He was already drunk. The second he left the train he was drinking. Effie and I just rolled our eyes and laughed. We left the stylists and prep teams to do anything they wanted and then the Avox's just left sort of left, which was fine with us. Effie, Katniss and Peeta, and Cato and I all sat around in a hotel having fun and drinking….some of us more than others. But all the while I thought about how Liz was, and was she ok? Is she having sex? Is that boy making her miserable? Ughhhhhhh…too many thought litter my mind. Oh well. Anyway, I get back to the train with everybody and see she's fine now, so I am content. Cato…not so much. He had a peek in their too, and he wasn't so happy with what he saw. He pulls me away from the others, into a more private room where the two of us can talk alone. "SHE WAS WEARING NOTHING BUT A TOWEL! A TOWEL CLOVE!"

"We wore nothing when we slept together, Cato." I protest. "Yes, and look where that got us! You knocked up and both of us out of victory money. We spent all of it on those months when you had the doctor's appointments, and the cat-scans, and not to mention when I was out buying you things to soothe your never ending cravings!" He yells.

I stare at him. My eyes fill with hot, angry tears. "I had no idea you felt this way. And I think your forgetting something- IT TAKES TWO TO MAKE A BABY! YOU WERE THERE! YOU HELPED! ELIZABETH'S CREATION WAS AS MUCH YOUR FAULT AS IT WAS MINE!" I'm shrieking at him, something I haven't done in a long time.

"Yeah, and was it both of us that wanted to have a daughter? No! I wanted to go with Snow's instruction, but you didn't. And now look at us, Clove! We can't even control her anymore. For all we know she could be pregnant right now. We can't stop her from doing it. She looks at us and sees in herself that it's alright for pre marriage sex. We did it, so she thinks she can too. If we had a son, this wouldn't be happening." He replies.

You don't honestly mean that, do you? Elizabeth is the best child we could have ever asked for, and she's the only child we are having, let me assure you of that! And It wouldn't be happening, us having to worry about a daughter of ours having sex and getting pregnant. But we would still have to worry about our son getting a girl pregnant. We would still have no control. Elizabeth is a teenager. She's not going to just listen to us. She wants independence, and she'll go after it whether we let her or not. And trust me, Cato, if our daughter was pregnant right now, she would tell us. Or at least me. She would be scared out of her mind right now, and she would be puking and having cramps and gaining weight. Do you see any of that happening? Because I don't. You have no faith in her. You want to make all the decisions for her. Well I have something to tell you- you can't. She will have to be the one to decide on when she wants to have sex with her fiancée. Not you. And she'll be the one paying for the bills and things, not us. I know that it's hard to see her as a grown woman, but she's getting older. She's capable of a lot more then we give her credit for. I don't like it either, but we can't force her into anything. A good relationship is built on trust. And Liz and Luke are still learning that. When they are older, you can't be there to hold her hand for everything, shielding her from everything that could possibly harm her."

"You're wrong! I can do whatever I want to do, because I am her father. You're her mother. We have control over her until she turns 18, three years from now. We can tell her she's not allowed to have sex. We can still have an influence on what she does. She wants sex and babies? She can have as much of that as she wants. And I'll cut her off when she does." I feel my lip quiver. We haven't argued like this since…since we were 17.

"She's our daughter Cato! We have to be there for her. She won't have sex, and I know it. Threatening her with the promise of cutting her off if she gets pregnant is no way to make her not do it. If anything it will make it worse, because she'll test it to see if you're telling the truth. And that's when we'll really be in trouble. What is the matter with you lately? You weren't like this when we were newly married." I start crying, and he holds his hard, serious expression.

"We were 17 when we were married. Look around, Clove. We aren't 17 anymore. We're 31 now. Adults, not naïve children. I'm sorry if you don't like the way I think, but if you don't like it, maybe you shouldn't have married me." He takes a step closer to me.

I raise a fist to punch him and he grabs it, thrusting it back down. "You don't scare me. Not anymore. You used to be that scary, sexy mysterious boy every girl in school wanted to date. But now you're a bitch, and a terrible father. Look at yourself. You practically abused me physically right here. And you smack our daughter around like she's a rag doll. No wonder she's thinking about sex! She probably wants any excuse she can get to be out of the house and away from you." I state. He opens his mouth, and wordlessly closes it. He starts to storm off, but I utter the words I hope will make him forgive me. "I was wrong. I promise, if she has sex before she's 18 and gets pregnant, we'll cut her off. Give her nothing." I practically whisper the words.

As soon as they leave my mouth I wish I had taken them back. But deep in my heart, I know one thing was true- I'd say anything to get Cato to not hate me. I needed him to live. He had the money, and the control of this marriage. For now. "And what about Luke? What of him if she gets pregnant?" He asks. I think of the perfect answer. "Then my knives may just make reappearance, right through his heart." I smile. We kiss and go back to our compartment.

Cato POV-

I wake up in a cold sweat, Clove curled up next to me in our bed. My bed. Our bed? Never mind, it doesn't matter, we both had slept in both, so it doesn't matter who the beds actually belonged to. Anyway, I think back on the conversation we had earlier tonight. I don't like what I said to her, and I know she doesn't like it either. I shove her and she stirs, waking up.

"What? It's 4am. Can this wait?" She asks groggily. "No. It can't. I wanted to let you know that I feel bad about what I said. I love Elizabeth for who she is, and a son wouldn't be any better than her. And also, if she gets pregnant, we shouldn't cut her off. That's what our parents did, and it made us even more hateful and bitter. We should support Elizabeth and make sure she knows we are there to help her, through thick or thin. Whichever one is bad. OK?" I say.

She blinks a few times and bats her eyelashes. "I knew you'd see it my way. Thank you. I'm really grateful." She says, snuggling closer to me, nestling her head on my shoulder. Her hair is near my nose, and I inhale the scent of her shampoo. Wow that smells good. We kiss and kiss and kiss. And I forget all about our daughters issues. I need to control myself right now.

Liz POV-

I hear something. Actually, it's what I'm not hearing that is bothering me. No yelling. No screaming. No glass shattering. Meaning nothing bad is happening yet. I get up and take a look around the hall. Nothing. Not one thing I can yell at someone about or get yelled at for. I know everyone's back. Why is nothing happening?

Something grabs me from behind and covers my mouth and pulls me backward. I spoke too soon I suppose. There is something going on now. Instinctively, I put my left leg back and flick it upward. I hear no scream or moan or yell, and hear a thump on the floor soon after. I turn around to face my grabber. And I see who it is immediately. Miklisho. He's here. On my train. And he was touching me. EW!

I go to scream but he stands up and quickly covers my mouth again. He makes a signal, finger against lips, to tell me to be quiet. This is weird. He hasn't spoken yet. This is unusual. Usually I can't get him to shut up. I nod my head and he lets go of me. "What are you doing here?" I hiss. He holds up a finger and fishes something out of his pocket- a pen and paper. He scribbles on it madly, and then shows me the note. I can't speak.

I look at him and roll my eyes. "Lost your voice?" I ask. He shakes his head. No. Snow really doesn't like me much. He brought me back to life, but my speech is….gone. Did you know raping girls is considered a crime?

I gasp. I know what's going on here. "You're….your an Avox, aren't you?" I exclaim. He shakes his head again. Not exactly. Snow needs me to be able to speak, so he made some Capitol doctors make something so I can't speak for a week. Just enough to get me to "learn a lesson". Whatever that means. "What does he want from you?" I ask. He makes a motion, zipping over his lips. "Miklisho, I swear to God, if you don't tell me I will alert my parents and Katniss and Peeta right now. And they don't like getting woken up." He shakes his head and I let go of him. He writes one last thing, and then he's off. We'll meet again soon. And next time, I won't be so merciful. All I wanted was sex. And you denied me of it. Next time, I will kill you.

I snort and turn away, going back to Luke. I wake him up and tell him what happened. He doesn't believe me at first but then I convince him when I show him the paper. "That is definitely Miklisho's handwriting. Come on, Melody and Vilnius is going to want us to get ready soon." I groan. The Victory Tour continues today. Perfect! Hopefully I won't mess up. My image depends on my succeeding today. We head to the Dining Car and I eat a half a strawberry pop tart. Luke eats nothing and we're in the styling cars getting prepped.

Octavia and Norlina circle me like sharks, examining me from every aspect. Flo went to get Melody a bagel. Vilnius and Argentina are making out on top of the vanity, and Algeria and Tari are sewing padding into a shirt. For Luke. Yeah, supposedly they want his muscles to look bigger in this district. I say they are plenty big enough. Yeah…he's buff enough for me. But I'm still stronger.

Melody and Vilnius step in, eying the prep teams work and fixing things here and there. Vilnius is yelling at Tari in a language I think is Russian. I don't know. Doesn't matter, it was funny. Tari looked ready to cry. Ha! Sucks for her. Melody comes up to me with a tape measure and wraps it once around my chest. "What are you doing?" I ask. "Measuring." She answers.

Then she hands me my dress for this district, a royal purple spaghetti strap one that is short, like the dress Alice was wearing while lying on top of Luke. But in purple. Luke gets his stuff on, and yes, his muscles look significantly bigger. Looks like he's been working out. I put on my purple ankle boots and that's when Melody hands me the two padded slabs. "Um….what are these?" I ask. "Shove them in you bra. Are you wearing a push up?" She asks quickly. "Yes. Why?" She bites her lip and thinks a second. "It makes you look older. More mature. People know your getting married, so you and Luke need to look a bit older." I eye the slabs. "Gross." She throws a menacing look at me. "Fine. Putting them in." I put them into place inside my bra and now it looks like I have a D-cup instead or a C. I hate padded things.

I get me hair curled and then I get super thick black eyeliner, black mascara, purple eye shadow, and purple lip stick. I walk with Luke down the halls, still annoyed that they are now manipulating my chest area. "If I need to wear padding in my shirt, you can wear padding in your bra. It's no big deal." I flip out on him, which I am not that proud of. Well, I am, but what kind of horrible girlfriend is proud of herself for flipping out on her boyfriend? "No big deal! I have padding on my boobs! They were awesome before. They need nothing." I say. "They were nice. And they look nice now. Not that different." I sigh, feeling defeated. It's no use arguing with him over something like this.

We get off the train and head to the waiting area by the stage. I'm half expecting to see Miklisho dressed and disguised as a Peacekeeper, but he doesn't show himself, so I suppose he isn't here. I still can't get over the fact that he can't talk for a week. Sucks for him, but everyone else is so lucky. President Snow made one good decision on that one.

The young man we saw on thr Reaping video introduces us and we walk out, waving and smiling to the sound of their applause and cheering. The interview worked I think. People keep cheering and applauding, so I can conclude that the interview with Valetta Stone did some major damage control. I see two families standing on two sets of steps leading up to the stage, right to where we stand. The man thanks us and welcomes us, yada yada yada, we all know how that goes, and then something I'm not expecting happens.

An old woman comes to my side and hands me my bouquet of roses. The expression on her face is one of pure hate. She announces herself as Alexander's grandmother, and I genuinely thank her for the roses, but say nothing about Alexander as a tribute. That was one of President Snow's exact rules- don't talk to the families.

Luke is joined by a teenage girl with lime green hair and bubblegum pink eyes, just like what Amber used to look like. I would say this girl was Amber, though she looks a bit…older then Amber. The same way I look older. Wow. Yeah. Done talking about that. Luke accepts his roses and the girl plants a kiss on his lips. He can't get away from her faster. He looks horrified and the girl smirks. She planned this. Oh, if I was allowed to talk to her, I would call her so many nasty names. And then I would punch her in her nose. It looks fake.

We walk off when we are given our cue from Haymitch, and everything goes by without further incident. We get back on the train and sit there, Luke and I gasping for breath. He's making faces and looking extremely disgusted. Go figure. He should be disgusted. That girl was gross. Gross looking at least. Now every time I kiss him I'll be thinking of her and her disease of a positive attitude. Ughhhhhhh. I will always hold a special place in my heart reserved only for the amount of hate for District stop- District 8.

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