Clato; the real star-crossed lovers

Chapter 14

A month later

"OH MY GOSH!!" Shade shouts while playing cards. She grabs her stomach (the baby is late) and screams. "her water broke!" Daniel yells. "THE BABY IS COMING!!" Shade yells. "I'll call the midwife." I say and rush out the room.

When the midwife comes, shade is sweating and has tears all over her face. The midwife shoos us all out, and Daniel holds her hand. "Shhhh... It's okay." He says calmly. "ITS NOT OKAY FUCK OFF OF ME, YOU MAN WHORE!!!" She yells. Daniel seems calm still, and shade is pouring tears and sweat, I can't tell the difference. The midwife turns to us, "you all must leave, I need my space, and she won't be her normal self." She says calmly. We all step out of the house, and Daniel stays in there, holding her hand. "GET THIS THING OUT OF ME!" Shade screams. "Shh... Shade, it's okay the baby will be coming soo-" "SHUT UP DANIEL, I DINT CARE ABOUT YOU!" Yikes. That had to sting. Shade whimpers from the inside, and Cato squeezes my hand as if telling me everything is okay.

"I'm sorry, Daniel. The baby-" shade lets out a bloodcurdling scream, I think I might have gone deaf. Shade moans, and the midwife walks out. "You can go in now."

We all walk into he room, and see shade smiling, holding a little pink bundle in her arms, Daniel holding a blue one. "It's a girl and a boy." Shade announces. "What's their names?" Mom asks. Daniel looks down at shade, and shade smiles up at him, bundle in her arms. "This little girl is Emma Reilly Kentwell." Shade smiles at Emma. "Why, why my name?" I groan. "I like Emma." My mom says, brushing her finger against the baby's cheek. "And the boy......" Shade says looking at Daniel. "Me?" He says, "oh, um.... Tyler Smith kentwell." Daniel says proudly, huffing out his chest. "I love it." Shade says, and smiles at him. "I can't wait to train them for the games." Daniel says. Shade smiles, and I see a glimmer of hope in her eye.

The next few weeks are exhausting. I spend hours with no rest training people how to grow knives, or I'm doing hand to hand combat with Cato. Neither of them are easy. I have to explain to the 6 year olds how to hold the knife for hours, then they go to their lunch break, then cato teaches them at swords, and I teach a new batch of 6 year olds, hen we train both groups together at the hand to hand. It's always amusing to me watching to soon to be ruthless little killers cheering us on to rip the others throats out. We show no mercy to the other. Our job is to teach them to fight, and have no emotion. Which, I may just be exploiting my talent, because most of these kids wont go into the games, and if they do, they'll most likely die. If they have their emotions emerge from the buried depths, then they have to figure it out on their own like Cato and I did. Which I hope they don't, or their relationship will not belong to themselves.

Our relationship is broadcasted on television every free second we have, consuming that time, so that we are busy 24/7. It's flabbergasting! Helping out with Emma and Tyler doesn't help either. My whole entire life is now time consuming. My entire life is basically planned out by the capitol. Marry cato. Mentor children. Have a family. Send my kids to he reaping, then the games. Maybe watch my child be slaughtered on live television, knowing there is nothing I could have done to save them. I'm powerless against the capitol. And I'm happy with my life. Let's say i did want to riot alone. I sneak off into the woods, then to the capitol pose as a citizen, wait for a shot to kill the president AND game makers without anyone noticing their death, then getting out alive, back to district two and looking at clove again so I won't be a suspect. But, also if I use a knife to kill, then, I'll automatically be a suspect, because knives are practically my life, so I would probably have to poison them in some way.... Why am I thinking about this!?! I'm supposed to be teaching children! Not, rebelling against the only country that I would want to live in......

I continue to talk to the next group of kids about how to hold a knife, and there's one particular one that looks like he's about to fall asleep. I tell the others to begin to throw the knives, and I walk up to the kid. "What's your name?" I ask, bending down to his level. "I'm Luke." He replies. "Well, Luke, do you mind going to throw the knives with the other kids?" I ask. He looks over my shoulder, and I see some of the taller six year olds snickering at him. "Keep working!" I shout at them. Their heads dart back to the board, and the tallest one throws the knife, and it lands a few feet away. "What was that?" I ask. "I-I had the wrong grip." He stutters. I glare at him. "Pick it up." Some kids stare, but I shoot them a glance as well. "Now? I don't wanna get hit!!" He cries. By now the attention is on my group, and I grumble. I stomp to the knife, and pick it up. I slam the knife onto the table next to the boy. "I don't want to hear you sniggering again, unless you have a reason for it. Got it?" He nods, slowly. "Better."

Cato walks up to me, slowly clapping as I rip the knives from the targets. "Well done, kentwell." "Well done, dawn." I mock his tone. The kids all left to go replenish their energy, so we have an hour to ourselves. I finish ripping the knives from the wooden boards, and sigh in happiness when Cato kisses me.

I know that this chapter was a little overdue, but I got so caught up, because I have writers black, and lots of other books.thanks for sticking with me you guys!