"Finn!" I shout. "Come inside its getting dark." I hear a moan coming from the beach. "The only 'but' I should be hearing is yours coming through this door."
Ten minutes later and he still isn't in, so I decide to go get him. I tie up my scraggly brown hair and walk down the beach. I find him, just a little 6 year old with short brown hair and a tear streaked face. I sit down on the golden sand next to him. "Hey little guy, what's wrong?" I say wiping the tears from his cheeks. The sand is damp and grainy but it feels familiar.
"I don't want to come in," He says. "I want to stay out here, with dad." He sobs. He always cries about Finnick, I still haven't told him about what happened, why he's not here to teach his son how to swim, the way he taught me. I know he's old enough to know now. But I'm not sure I want to relive it.
"I love you, Finn. I do. I love him, as well." I can feel the tears coming but know I need to hold it together. "He died fighting the Capitol. You've learned about the rebellion in school, haven't you?" He nods.
"Did you know Katniss Everdeen?" He asks expectantly. I nod and his eyes fill with wonder and excitement.
"She was nice, I was ill then, so I didn't talk to her much. I didn't talk to anybody much." I can't help it, the tears fall down my cheeks and onto the sand. "He... he died on a mission; trying to stop the Capitol. I wasn't there. Katniss told me, he died trying to save them. Mutts got him. White lizards that smelled of roses were trying to get to Katniss. He stopped them, killed them. When he was going up the ladder they killed him. It was quick, don't worry. He didn't suffer." I sob.
"He was a hero?" Finn asks. I nod and down up at him. He reminds me of Finnick.
"He never knew about you, but I know he would've been so, so proud. He loves you more than anything and there's something he'll have wanted you to have. Come on." I stand up and lift him. I walk back to the house carrying my child in my arms. I sit him on the couch and go into my bedroom, not looking at the old pictures of a Finnick frozen in time. I walk past the bed and open the cupboard. I reach into the back, pushing clothes out of the way. I pull the trident out and hold it in my hands, as if weighing it. It'll be hard to give it away after keeping it safe for so many years.
"Finn." I say as I go back into the living room. He turns to me and his eyes light up at sight of the trident, as it shines in the moonlight coming through the window. "Here you go." I slowly hand it to him. He takes it smiling with awe all over his face.
"I love you, kiddo." I say as I sit next to him and ruffle his brown hair.
"I love you too, mum."