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Vale woke earlier than ever before, the sickness making it harder for her to sleep. After a few restless moments it was easily decided that she wouldn’t be spending the morning alone just laying around feeling horrible. Instead she decided on distracting her nausea with a walk to District One. She’d been able to memorize the path in the dark so heading out before sunrise wasn’t much of an issue. After years of leaving her own district and mingling in the spaces between the other districts she no longer found fear in doing so. Her spot was always open, the gate remaining unfixed by the peacekeepers who had become lazy in time. Once, when the current pair had first started their work they’d been quite vigilant about their duties but now they were lenient and distracted. It wasn’t hard to slip past them, nor was it hard to leave the district altogether. Of course it wasn’t something she took for granted, because things could change in a moments notice, so she did appreciate her good fortune in having peacekeepers in her district that could care less where the youth were going during the various hours of the day.
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As she walked toward District One, bundled in a warm fur-lined coat Samuel had given her as a gift, she thought of how she might tell him that he would be a father. She’d only just decided that now was the time to share her secret, before he had a chance to come up with his own suspicions and ask her. It was early still, and perhaps she was overreacting, but she felt like she had put on enough weight for it to become noticeable. Her hips had grown a bit wider than before, with a new curve that she tried to hide and a bit of weight was added to her belly that could be mistaken for a holiday meal, if there had been a holiday recently. With no such luck it looked like what it was, or so she thought, but perhaps without known the real cause for the change one wouldn’t be able to guess as easily as she expected they could. Still, she found herself declaring this the day that she share her secret and be relieved of the burden of being the sole owner of such life-changing information. Today she would tell Samuel that she was pregnant, and she would pray that everything went well.
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When she finally reached his room as the sun rose in the sky it all looked the same, even in the dim light it looked familiar and unready for the news she had to share. A baby would change everything for the pair of them, it would transform their bodies, their habits, their relationships and the places they inhabited. Nothing would be the same, and though Vale was terrified of the unknown she was also ready to face it head on, and hoped that Samuel would stay true to character and fall into step with her, ready to take on the new world they had created for themselves.
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Unfortunately though, she wasn’t able to get her answer yet, because as usual he was still sound asleep, wrapped in blankets and shadowed by the curtains as she drew them to a close. Carefully she removed her shoes next to the bed, shucked her coat off like another layer of skin, and crawled carefully under the blankets. As she normally did, she crawled from the foot of the bed, wiggling her way into a cozy spot between Sam and his shell of blankets. In the end she popped up in his arms, having wiggled her way between them so he held her. Softly she giggled as he made a strange face, and kissed him quickly on the tip of his nose before nuzzling into his neck and closing her eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of the golden boy and his golden room. <b>“I love you,”</b> she whispered carefully against his skin, tracing her thumb gently along his collarbone. For a moment she was at ease and then she remembered what goal she’d set for the day, and the daunting light that brightened the room even through the curtains reminded her that the day was beginning, and would be over sooner rather than later.


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Samuel Golden was completely and utterly asleep. Not only did he have no idea that his girlfriend Vale was coming to see him this morning but he was completely unaware of the world outside as he slept in and enjoyed the feeling of his soft sheets on his skin. The Golden’s were well known for quite a few things, and their house was just one of the many things on the list. Aside from their serious pull in the Capitol due to their financial influence, Samuel’s mother Hollis was also the victor of the fifth hunger games, so even though they could have had any house in any district that they could have wanted they lived in a mansion in the victors village. For a boy of just eighteen, Samuel had quite the charmed life—it was undeniable. He came from a family of money and power, he lived in a mansion that was only fit for victors, and if he wanted to he could go, live, and study in any district he chose for his fathers banking company to study the influx of currency and the differences between all the districts. Most people would look at Sam and want to spit on him, even the boy who sound asleep could tell you this. He stood starkly apart from all of the other kids his age who were reaped, poor, starving, abused, or a combination of all of those. He was appropriately nicknamed the Golden Boy for a reason, the only thing that stopped Sam from truly loving his life was that he honestly couldn’t stand it.
<p>Being a Golden, by last name, came with a price. One that Obsidian Golden had started with Alabaster Golden way back in the day, that his father Comex had lived up to and a standard that his mother Hollis even met. The whole Golden family had lived up to expectations, and it was not just his branch of the family tree either. Anyone with the last name Golden that you met was expected to live up to the same success rate as their elders, and if they didn’t push the bar…well…they certainly weren’t that golden (as a metaphor this time) afterall. Sam was expected to follow in his moms footsteps and secure a mansion in the village right next to the one that they occupied, and if he didn’t fulfill that task he was expected to continue his internship to be his fathers heir. Either way, the life paths set out for Sam were incredibly demanding and all he ever wanted to do was explore his own interests and really find a niche of his own. But being honest and telling his family this could only end up with him being ostracized. How could they look at their golden child and accept him straying from a long line of tradition? It was simple, they couldn’t. Or at the very least, Sam knew his father couldn’t. Hollis was a bit more accepting as she had come from another family altogether, though proving her golden status, so Sam was naturally drawn to her first. But for now he was sticking with being oppressed over quickly written off.
<p>As the Golden Boy slept in his room that was decorated and embellished with golden items from trophies to little small plaques and picture frames, Sam dreamed of all the things he wanted to try. He wanted to try painting and sculpting, he wanted to try his hand at cutting down his own tree (though in theory he was sure he could do it) and taking a journey across Panem. There were so many things that he could do here in his own little dreamland as opposed to real life. But one thing he could never change was Vale, his own Golden Girl. He loved her more than any other person on the planet, of that much he was sure. There was no one as loving and genuine as Vale and she was slowly and unknowingly nudging him awake. Stirring a bit, Sam opened his eyes and saw Vale in his room. For a moment he was sure he was still dreaming but as he tightened his arms around her and felt her there he smiled as best as he could for someone who was still groggy and whispered easily. “morinng beautiful”



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Vale found Samuel to be at his cutest when he was waking up, and she couldn’t deny that even though she’d seen him like this more times than she could count she still got butterflies when he woke up next to her, smiling his perfect smile. Though it was a perfect moment it was only perfect for just that, a moment, and then she remembered that she wasn’t able to see this every day. She remembered there was still the divide between them that made seeing him at this time of day seem like more of a luxury than anything. Though they hadn’t talked too seriously about trying to be closer together there was a part of her that wanted to press the issue, to work out something where if she couldn’t sleep on any given night she could just roll over and watch Sam as he slept rather than staring at the ceiling, alone in a mass of blankets. She wanted to bring up the idea but as he groggily greeted her she knew that now wasn’t the best time to ask about living arrangements. <b>“Good morning, Golden Boy, seems like you slept well,”</b> she kissed him before continuing, <b>“I couldn’t sleep at all, so I’m here to harass you.”</b> Playfully she kissed him, tugging at his lower lip with the pair of hers, distracting herself from all the thoughts in her head that complicated a simple moment more than necessary.
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Without a distraction she’d likely have blurted out something that she’d rather have waited to share. Ever since she was a girl that had been a problem, she’d been too focused on something and unintentionally spoke it out loud to either Nereus or a group of friends, occasionally even her parents. It was a habit she hadn’t learned to control but she found herself having less mishaps. Since Nereus had returned home she’d been careful to tell him things and with them spending less time together it was easier for her to keep secrets. Once she wouldn’t have been able to keep Sam a secret for days, let alone months or years, but with the divide in her relationship with her older brother that the games had provided there was security in her secrecy where once there had been little to none. There were times now when she caught herself telling a story where Sam’s name was replaced with the name of another, tiny mishaps but nothing like she’d experienced as a child. The first time she’d kissed a boy she’d blurted the information out to Nereus on their walk home from school, needless to say, he had been less than thrilled and her mouth had gotten her into trouble again. She hadn’t been able to stop herself from thinking about it though, walking home wasn’t distracting at all.
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<b>“I missed you,”</b> Vale confessed easily, having no shame in missing the moments she and Samuel spent together. She would have been far more disappointed in herself had she not been missing him. Unconsciously played with the hair on the back of his head, massaging his head with the tips of her fingers and gently brushing his hair in different directions at the same time as she looked into his eyes, finding comfort in them and plenty of distraction as she tried to imagine what their Golden Child might look like. She imagined his eyes, her lips, his freckles, her long legs. Every combination of things that she thought of became a mess in her head, she couldn’t fully formulate a face with their shared features and though she was upset with that for a while she was content to wait to see the face that would likely surpass any imagined one she could create. She bit her lip as she picked apart their features still, trying to make some kind of cohesive image just to keep herself distracted. Her nerves had faded some as she’d watched Sam sleep for a few moments before waking, but now that he was coming to and becoming more alert and observant she found her stomach balling into knots once more. <b>“I have something important to tell you,”</b> she said quietly, keeping her voice quiet as if there were someone at the door listening in on their conversation.


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Samuel was generally the kind of person that was early to bed and early to rise due to the lifestyle had been brought up with. Both of his parents had been very intent on training Samuel as a very lethal career from the time he was born and it was exactly what they did when he became of a comprehensible age. From the time Samuel was four years old and learning about various insects and animals, being able to tell differences in legitimate members of the animal kingdom versus mutations, to the present day Sam was expected to wake up with the sun. It was almost odd for him to be so late to rise. By now he must have normally been through the first quarter of his morning routine. For years upon years now the eighteen year olds morning would play out in almost the same fashion; he would wake, shower, eat a good meal, stretch properly and go for a run, and then come back home to work with his father until it was time to train again. Those were always the events that filled the boys mornings, and now it felt weird to rise after the sun was probably lifted in the sky at a height he was so unused to. It wasn’t that Sam was picky—don’t get him wrong he was picky about things—but his routine had never been broken fully. On the mornings or days he knew he would be with Valeria he planned accordingly, and that was what threw him off so drastically now. The issue wasn’t that his routine had been broken, it was simply that he didn’t understand what had caused the shift in his life in the first place. But for now he wouldn’t argue with the sweet and salty taste of Vales lips against his own or her presence. He longed to feel her skin against his when she wasn’t around. He loved the way her skin smelled of the ocean and her hair was softer than ever. There was so much about Valeria that he loved that on mornings he got to wake up with her still in his arms, he treasured them like stolen nuggets of gold and held on to each thing about it.

<p>It was a shame that Samuel still had a reaping, and probably an arena to go through, before he could really imagine his life with Vale. Of course, he wanted to be with her always. There was no one else Sam could ever picture himself loving or letting into his life like he had with Vale. From the moment he met her he had known that there was something golden about her personality, there was something about her that was so captivating and he would never let her go. For as charmed as a life as Vale had she had never let it get to her and she remained so down to earth, and she had only ever seen him for him, not for his legitimately golden life. But Samuel also knew that he had his family to think of. If he didn’t rise to the occasion of the game he would be forced into the family business, but where would that take him? A large part of Sam almost wanted to forgo volunteering for the games in order to stay in the Districts and to possibly land an internship in four to be with Vale. But there was a sense of worry deep behind that. What if he became a disappointment for not only failing to enter and win the games but to leave the district ultimately as well? The pressure that Comex and Hollis put on their son was immense, and sometimes Sam wasn’t so sure if he was living up to everything they had ever dreamed he could be but for now he would have to put this out of his mind because for now, in this small moment, he had Vale to himself and he didn’t want any moment with her to be passed up. “vale, vale, vale,” he started lightly pulling her closer to him, “my silly golden love, you couldn’t harass me if you tried” he told her playfully with sleep still lacing his voice.

<p>His eyes closed again while her small and delicate fingers made small patterns on the nape of his neck. The relaxed feeling that he had could easily have lulled him back to sleep, back to a place where he felt even more happiness with Vale than he thought possible, but instead the Golden boy stayed conscious and at the very least semi-alert on this quiet and mellow morning. While his calloused and rough hands moved down her back gently a smile crossed his features easily with a whisper, “ive missed you more”. There were so many other things he wanted to be able to tell Vale in that moment. So many things and ideas and the possibility of the games that he wanted to share with her. It had been too long since he got to hold her like this in the morning and a good deal of him wished that things didn’t have to be this way. While his eyes fluttered open once more, his hand lifting to return to her face and push away a few loose strands, Sam nodded easily at his girlfriends words. “I have things to tell you too, but I can wait. Is everything okay?” he answered concerned by her hushed tone





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The bed was warm and comforting, as was Samuel and the warm rays of light that filtered through the windows. Everything for the moment was as it had been, and as she wished it might remain but what grew inside of her made things complicated. She had been prepared for this and now she’d forgotten all the words she’d planned in her head. Nervously she buried her face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to reset her mind that had started to overwork the situation. She had some fear that Samuel would leave her. The majority of her didn’t believe that he’d ever do such a thing but then as she’d waited to tell him a doubt grew. She started to think of all the things between them rather than what kept them together. Their parents wouldn’t be impressed, Max would be furious that he’d failed at his protective duties for years now and then Sam himself had to think about the games he had trained for and now the girl he loved. She felt trapped in a moment of bad timing, where everything would collide and explode. Her only hope was to believe that on the other side she and Sam would have their own family, a golden child to bring them back together and calm the turmoil between families. With that hope she managed to pull away from his chest where she had been hiding.
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Laying on her back now she pulled at the hem of her shirt which she wore a little bit loose now as to hide the tiny hump that had just started to show itself. For now she could disguise it as a bit of fat but soon there wouldn’t be a way to hide it with simple lies. <b>“Sam,”</b> she said quietly, rolling her head toward him so she could look into his eyes. Her fingertips ghosted the small swell of the growing bump. Already her behavior had changed as she worked to keep the bump safe. <b>“Everything’s okay, we’re okay...,”</b> she took his hand and placed it in the center of her stomach, covering it gently with hers. <b>“We’re having a baby.”</b> Her thumb gently brushed the back of his hand as she tried not to move to hide the bump she was showing for the first time. Since finding out the news she’d changed in behavior, becoming more secretive at home and more irritable if someone got too close. Those reactions she had to force down deep now as she told herself that Sam was the only one allowed to see her this way. Nervously she looked up at him, but found herself unable to do so for long and retreated to her former place with her head at his chest, her belly turned inward toward Sam and away from the door where at any time his mother could have stepped through and found herself learning information they were not yet ready to share. With her head against his chest she felt the tears threatening to stain her cheeks. She was too tired to fight them and, as she finally she was allowed to share the emotions she had hidden now for what felt like an eternity, her tears wouldn’t stop.


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