27th Throw - [ written - private from Cato ]

[shenevermisses]

[The arguing with Cato has been... difficult. So has trying to get her head on right. The last draft reminded her what she's good at, but it also reminded her that she's only good at that.

Doing a bit of cleaning and organizing? Meant she found a stuffed bear and picture she'd hidden a long time ago. A picture from the world in which she and Cato won the Games and were crowned co-Victors.

Where she had a baby girl.]

I always wanted kids.

That was my plan at the Academy, actually. Before the Reaping.

I was going to graduate, take over my dad's job as foreman of the marble quarry near our village, get married, and have kids. I always wanted at least two. A boy and a girl.

A couple shifts here gave me part of that.

I hadn't died in my world, and I had a daughter.

[A pause, and she writes a correction.]

We hadn't died. We had a daughter.

Just before I left my District, my mom found out she was pregnant. I went home that weekend to see my parents, and they were getting along better than ever. They actually seemed to like being around each other.

Maybe kids help.

[Maybe kids would help.]

Comments

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[shenevermisses]

Lately? Everything.

[Which is frustrating.]

He's hiding something from me. And something happened to him that... I don't understand. So that doesn't help.

There's no walking away, so... we argue.

( Video )

[padme_amidala]

You need to confront him - calmly. If he is trying to protect you by keeping the truth from you, trust that it might be difficult for you to hear.

( She has kept things from Anakin - until recently. And the wounds are raw. )

( Video )

[shenevermisses]

...The last time we tried "calm," we ended up in the Battle Dome, bleeding.

Neither of us is really good at that.

( Video )

[padme_amidala]

Maybe you're not as good for one another as you first thought.

( Like she can talk. She is a woman who openly loves a man who chokes her unconscious. )

Give him time and space.

( Video )

[shenevermisses]

Well, like I said -- there's no walking away. We're married.

[And like Hell she'd walk away even if she felt like she could. It's Cato. Her Cato.]