Clove and Cato went and trained. They got to know the other careers. They improved their skills. And they kept an eye on Peeta. They were horrified by Katniss' training scores. How on earth were they being upstaged by a tiny untrained girl from twelve?

Clove and Cato slept in the same room every night, comforting each other when they had nightmares and trying not to think of the future. But that didn't stop time. The day of the interviews had arrived. Candice came in to wake them.

* * *

Clove rolled off her face and onto her back, sitting up. Candice wasn't holding the outfits. That's right, it was interview day.

Cato rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned.

Clove went to the bathroom. She had to check something.

Cato didn't bother changing from what he was wearing; jeans and a simple shirt. He went out into the dining area.

Clove pulled her pants up and washed her hands, tears forming in her eyes. She went downstairs and ate quickly, she had to tell Cato.

Cato was chatting to Brutus and Enobaria as he ate.

Clove talked to no-one and as soon as she was finished, got up. She nudged Cato as left, hoping that he's get the hint and come.

Cato looked up at Clove, he got up.

Clove got into the elevator and waited for Cato.

Cato joined her. "Whats wrong?"

Clove looked at the ground and waited for the elevator to arrive at their floor. When it did, she walked in, not taking her eyes off the floor.

"I'm overdue." She mumbled.

"What?" Cato asked her, not quite hearing.

"My 'time of month' was supposed to start yesterday, babe." Clove said louder, looking into his eyes. She started to tear up. "Cato, I think I'm pregnant."

* * *

Cato stared at her; unable to process the information.

Clove started shaking.

"Shh.. it couldn't be." Cato told her; embracing her in a hug.

"I've been getting cravings as well." She told him. "What are we going to do?"

Cato frowned. "I don't know.." His voice quavered.

Clove buried her face into his chest, trying to forget all her problems.

Cato held her close, nervous.

Clove cried her heart out. She was going into The Hunger Games pregnant. She had a baby living inside of her. Cato's baby. What were they going to do?

Cato kissed the top of her head. "We'll think of something."

Clove nodded silently and hugged him tighter. She wondered if there was an answer.

"When do we leave?" Cato asked; trying to clear his mind.

"I don't know." Clove answered. "Let's get ready." Clove pulled away and wiped the tears from her eyes.