The Hunger Games! {ClovexCato}

Chapter 2, Part 2

Clove pov:

My hands move at their own pace. With every throw my knives disintegrate the imitate humans. I pant hard when the 'doors' of the cube open up. I can feel all eyes on me. Cato rushes over with a worried face. "babe, you can't be doing all this!" he grabs my arm and sits me down on a little bench off to the side "i'll be fine! go train!" i slap him away from me, he needs to come home.

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"Mr Hadley tell me," Caesar asks with his signature smile painted on his face, "why is Ms clove remaining at home?" he crosses his leg over the other. I'm sitting in the crowd, probably where they can't see me, "she is, currently 9 months pregnant, expecting our baby boy!" he exclaims. Caesar looks to the crowd, jutting his bottom lip out. "isn't that just precious? and how are you liking your partner? i heard she has the hots for you~"

"that's very nice but i only have the hots for my lovely wife Clove Sevina Hadley. She's the one for me" he says with a smirk. His face goes red, "that's just beautiful, and that's your time! Thank you Mr Hadley!" Caesar shakes his hand one more time before stepping off of the stage. He sighs as he walks through the doors. Straight into the hallway to our room.

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"tomorrow is our last day together." Cato mumbles from under me. "it's not, don't say that. you'll get out of there." right now it's around 3:15 am and we are just laying wide awake. The last few days he's been restless, trying to make sure i'm ok or getting extra training in. "i can't leave you.. it'll make me to upset." i sigh, i'll do the one thing that can make him feel better "you know what can make you feel better?" i say, slowly pushing his body to dangle his feet off the edge. I crouch down on my knees

I rub my hands up and down his legs, earning a sensitive shiver. "a little release~" my fingers lace themselves in the waistband of not only his sweatpants but his black boxers also. He hits my face a little before i take it into my hand. For a minute i just jerk my my hands up and down, giving him some stigma (stigma balls in yo mouth. i'm sorry🙌🏻) "little f-aster?" he whimpers out to me. When i look to him his face is turning to a deep red, and his eyes are filled to the brim with lust.

He's been very nice, usually he likes it when i go super fast. I open my mouth as wide as i can and go down on him. He groans and grabs the front pieces of my hair that interfere with my head movements. "yes babe!" his head throws back as i lick every morcel bit of him. I have no gag reflex so it wasn't hard for me to take him down all the way to the base of his lower half

"your so fucking good at that!" he yells out to me, i muffle out a little moan when i feel him twitch inside of me. He usually takes a bit longer to release but he was already really tense and stressed so all the built up frustration is giving him less and less time to reach his release. I give him one more little lick and then his release hits the back of my throat making me cough a little; not because it hurt, but because is was sorta unexpected.

When i pull up, i see how heavy he's panting "relaxed?" i ask while wiping the corner of my mouth. "mhm-" he takes one more deep breath before pulling me into the heated bed. He cradles his hands under my moving tummy and rubs gently till i can hear his almost silent snores in my ears. "goodnight baby, i love you so much." i whisper to myself so i don't wake him up.

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Today we spent the entire day together. We got ice cream made by a Capitol Avox, shopped for more baby clothes, and cuddled for the most part. "i'm beat! let's sleep!" i scratch my arm after pulling his jacket over my head; we just stepped out of the steaming shower and it hits me suddenly, this could be our last night together. The last time he would see me, the last time he would be able to touch my skin.

A tear falls down my face as i adjust my body in the bedding. "promise me" i sniffle out, he's still yet to notice the clear droplets of liquid that run a marathon down my face. "promise? promise what?" his eyes avert to mine "you'll come home? come home to us?" i rub my stomach slowly. "i promise you i'll come home.. i'll come home baby boy~" he reaches down to my stomach and plants a long kiss onto it. "you need to rest, you have to go to styling tomorrow morning then..." i can't physically finish my sentence

he's going into a game; child's play i'll say. a game that kills off no less than 23 children. He may not be a child anymore but what about the others? One of his opponents is only 16 years old for fucks sake! I used to think these games were the best thing to ever happen to us but now i've grown to realize that nothing about this is human. They're looking to dehumanize us all; we are wind up toys marching to a pledge of allegiance like soldiers given no direction.

"just hold me. don't let go." i don't think i yet mentioned his token. He tied our wedding ring onto my necklace with a 'DH' on it. If you couldn't tell he has my wedding ring for what should be obvious and DH stands for Dash Hadley; the baby. His hands wrap around my body and i slowly give in to the sweetness of sleeping. "i love you clove.." i'm so tired i can barely reply to him

"i love you too"
are the last words that come out of my mouth before i fall into sleep.