A/N ngl...I love writing Clato when they're parents/parents to be because...let's face it. THEY WOULD BE ADORABLE (and like...sorta aggresive/scary) PARENTTTTTS!
Cloves PoV
Cato holds my hand tightly, as I take in a deep, shaky breath.
"I don't wanna look," I whisper.
"Then I will," He responds, reaching towards the tiny white test sitting on the bathroom counter.
He grabs it, sitting back down beside me, and flipping it around to see the front.
"Clover?"
"Y-yeah?"
"You're going to be a mother!"
"W-what?!"
"Positive! Positive! We're going to be parents!" He cheers picking me up and spinning me around. "Baby we did it! We're going to be parents!"
I feel hot tears begin to stream down my face, as Cato stops, pulling me into him.
"Cato-"
"Clove? What's wrong?!"
"No no! Nothing is wrong! Cato! I'm just so happy!"
He pushes away slightly, so we are face to face.
"I love you. More than anything! And now we're going to have another little Hadley!"
He grasps me and pulls me into a deep kiss, gently stroking his large hand against my stomach, not breaking contact.
"Only nine months now," I whisper.
"The beginning to our new family."
"Another love of my life. Then maybe another...and another..."
Cato chuckles slightly.
"Moving quickly aren't we? You don't even have a bump yet!"
"Oh shush! I'm just so damn happy Cato! So happy!"
"Me too babe. Me too."
