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39. “Don’t cry.”
"Don’t cry,” Cato whispered into Peeta's ear.
“I’m not going to cry,” Peeta assured him but it sounded more like he was trying to reassure himself. Cato smiled as he held Peeta's face in one hand, the other rested on his hip as they danced around the ballroom. Peeta blushed cutely underneath his new husband's smile.
"You're crying." Cato chuckled wiping away the fallen tears ignoring the glare sent his way.
"Shut up idiot." Peeta hissed ignoring the awes from their wedding crowd.
"I'm your idiot." Cato muttered pressing a kiss his husbands lips.
"Forever." Peeta stated.
"Forever." Cato vowed.