drabbles

I Don't Wanna Live Forever

Chapter 7.

Coriolanus

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Four Months Later

Soarynn looks like an angel when she sleeps.

All her troubles and worries melted away as long as she was asleep. If only things stayed that way once she woke up. Coriolanus had beaten himself up when she broke down, admitting her internal struggles about getting pregnant through tears. How had he not noticed a change in her demeanor? He should've been keeping a careful watch on her, checking in with her, ensuring that his wife was well.

Instead, he left her for several days to deal with this problem alone. He knew Soarynn wasn't one to make rash actions, but suppose she let her sadness get the best of her and he came home to a more morbid situation? He would have never forgiven himself. The past four months he'd done everything in his power to keep her mind off of getting pregnant. But it was proving to be quite a difficult task where his wife was concerned.

Soarynn was stubborn, headstrong. All things he loved about her until he had to fight against them.

Buying her clothes didn't help, not when she so desperately wanted to buy baby clothes instead. Fancy dinners meant nothing to her when she'd rather have a small family dinner. Redecorating the Mansion was pointless when Soarynn wanted to be decorating a nursery instead. Coriolanus withheld a sigh before pulling himself from their bed. He had a day to face and a country to run.

Coriolanus hadn't put too much thought into children as of late. Of course, he liked to think about it, about a child that resembled him and Soarynn. Mostly Soarynn though. But they hadn't even been married for six months and he knew these things took time, there was no need to rush. Soarynn didn't see things that way apparently. She'd been driving herself mad trying to get pregnant.

Sex had become entirely different, what used to be an outlet for them to express their love and feelings for each other almost felt like a chore now. Soarynn had such an intensity in her eyes now whenever he finished inside of her as if begging the heavens to gift her a child. Coriolanus wished nothing more than to gift her one, to see her swollen with his child, clear property of Coriolanus Snow.

The gender didn't quite matter to him either. A boy was preferred, a boy meant an heir, someone to pass the country down to. But Coriolanus wasn't too keen on handing over all his hard work to anyone, even a child of his. And a girl would be so sweet, a miniature version of Soarynn who was destined to be blessed with her beauty and charms. He'd be happy either way. He was happy! He was elated to be married, to be President, to make his family proud. But as a married man, he couldn't help but only be as happy as his wife was.

And right now she was downright miserable.

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He showered off his lingering thoughts and prepared himself for the day. He'd be going to the Department of War today for several meetings along with a couple of interviews as well. The Hunger Games were less than a month away and it called for quite the preparation on his part. The Avenue of Tribute's would be used for the first time and there was much excitement surrounding it.

Coriolanus was meticulous in taking care of his appearance, shaving the stubble that occasionally grew on his cheeks before tackling his curls. He'd found his golden curls turning a lighter shade of blonde and the curls losing a bit of their shape altogether. He'd mentioned it to Soarynn one day when they were both present in their large bathroom and she'd said that he was simply growing up and growing out of his schoolboy curls.