Disclaimer: Suzanne Collins owns the Hunger Games.
Prologue:
At the thought of everything that had happened in the past, all that flits through my mind is bits and pieces of the destruction that had occurred.
I often struggle to push the few things that I remember out of my head, but the doctors had said it was no use. Sooner or later all my memories would come rushing back.
I exhaled through my nose. I didn't want to relive everything, I was already suffering from what I could recall. The nightmares weren't a walk in the park either.
Pain. Screaming. Sometimes it feels as if they are right next to me; their voices so clear and distraught, screaming my name. Always my name.
The sun was beginning to rise. I watched Prim playing in the water, her squeals of delight filling the empty beach. A smile stretches my face. Beautiful Primrose.
I felt his presence before I heard him speak. "Hey."
"Hi." I murmured. "What are you doing here?"
I could feel his gaze on me. "You weren't in bed."
I shrugged and wrapped my arms around my swollen belly, shivering slightly. "Prim wanted to catch an early swim. I didn't want her out here alone."
He noticed my shivering form and wrapped his arm tightly around my waist. "Wake me up next time." He said and kissed the top of my head.
I sighed and snuggled into his side as I watched the sunrise. I couldn't help but smile. The sky was free of clouds, only soft hues of orange and pink tainted it. I closed my eyes.
It reminded me of a life before the rebellion, life before the Capitol and while it was difficult living in a poverty ridden place, I was happy. Content. And mostly it reminded me of an innocent life that had been tainted and ended abruptly. Peeta. I opened my eyes.
He'd have loved to see this.
Finnick squeezed my side. "What are you thinking so hard about, kitten?"
I lay my head on his shoulder. "Everything," I sigh. He chuckles. "As usual."
I roll my eyes at his comment. For a while we remain quiet and watch Prim.
I look up at him. "Finnick?" He makes a noise at the back of his throat. "Hmm?"
"I love you." I whisper to him. Finnick's face breaks out into a grin, his eyes twinkling.
"I love you too. So much kitten," He breathes. He presses his lips to mine then pulls back after a moment. "I'm going to join Prim for a while, why don't you head inside?" He rubs my stomach as he says this.
I nod and watch him as he jogs to Prim. My mouth twitches when I see him scoop Prim into his arms, causing her to squirm and burst out laughing.
I turn around and slowly make my way back to our home.
