AN:/ Me again! Haha. Well, while I was trying to get ideas for my other story (The Games Will Change You), this idea arrived in my head. So I got to writing it straight away. I'll be updating both of my stories, so I'll try to update them both on a regular basis.

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Characters and Panem belong to Suzanne Collins, ideas in this story belong to me.

Chapter One

Moving On

I remember the day well, the day he died. It was only a few weeks after the happiest day of our lives. It replayed itself over and over in my head, the painful memories not wanting to go away. I was in District Thirteen sat with Johanna, watching the Star Squad on their mission. They had faced many problems, but at the time it was looking good for them, that was until the Mutts. They were being chased to their deaths. I remember grabbing Johanna's hand even though we had never really gotten along. This time we were as one. I watched him die. They tore him apart, there was blood everywhere. Johanna and I both loved him, and I can remember crying over him for hours, maybe even days with her. I had never expected Johanna to be the crying type. Finnick Odair, the Capitol reported, was dead. He had been murdered by the Capitol, and only a few days after I discovered I was pregnant.

That was almost a year ago. Everything changed from that day. The remaining victors had voted on one final games using the children of the Capitol. Katniss had killed President Coin, and that was that. I was allowed home to District Four. It wasn't home anymore though, not without Finnick. It had been difficult, for nine months I had been completely alone, except for the occasional phone call from Johanna, but she didn't call often. The last time I saw the people I had met because of Finnick was at the memorial for those who were lost during the rebellion.

Everyone around me was wearing black, but not me. I was wearing a blue dress, very simple but it had been a gift from Finnick so I felt that it was the right thing to wear. I stood alone, looking at the others, all mourning for a different person. "Hey Ann, mind if I join you?" It was Johanna. "No. Feel free." "How are you coping Annie?" "I'm doing fine." I was lying, and she knew it. She put her arm around my shoulder. "You don't have to lie Annie. He always told you to be true to how you feel." "I miss him. I miss him so much. It hurts every day." I felt tears sting my eyes. "Jo, you said there was nobody left that you cared about or that cared about you. Well, he cared. You were one of his best friends, he would tell me that." She nodded before walking away. I decided to talk to a few people who had known Finnick, and the first people I saw were Katniss and Peeta. "Hello Katniss. How are you managing?" "My sister was killed by my best friend, how do you think I'm managing?" "Katniss, you're not the only one who has lost someone, and you can't keep blaming Gale." "Shut up Peeta." He took hold of her hand, and I felt so heartbroken, I had nobody to hold my hand and tell me everything would be alright. "Annie, how are you coping?" I took a deep breath, "If I'm honest Peeta, I'm not." He didn't say anything, but his eyes did the talking, like everyone else he was worried about me, because I was the crazy girl who had never been able to cope without Finnick. "Annie, if you ever need anything, you can always call us." "Thank you." Katniss had been silent for a while. "I'll leave you two alone now." "Wait." "Yes Katniss?" "If it's a boy, call him Finnick. Honour his memory, please." I looked at her, how did she know. "You're starting to show Annie. If it's a boy, call him Finnick." "I will. I promise."

Since that day I barely slept, my nightmares were filled with images of Finnick being ripped apart and bleeding to death. In some nightmares he was calling my name, and I couldn't save him. It was killing me. I didn't ever tell Johanna about my nightmares, she didn't need to know. She had managed to find herself a decent life now she was back in District Seven so she didn't need to hear my troubles.

It was nearing the anniversary of Finnick's death, one year since he was taken. I had been dreading this day for weeks, the only thing that was keeping me going was my son, our son. Baby Finn. Born almost eight months after Finnick had died, and Finnick hadn't even known. He never got the joy of discovering he would be a father. Finn looked like his father, the same eyes, the same face, and I assume he will have the same smile. He doesn't look at all like me, a harsh reminder that Finnick is gone.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by his crying. He cried a lot, but so did I. I'm sure he could sense that I was sad. I crossed the hallway to his room, and lifted him from his crib. "What's wrong baby? Don't cry, everything's alright. Shh, just go back to sleep." He didn't stop crying. I tried to remember everything I had learnt about getting a child to stop crying, I held him close to my chest so he could hear my heartbeat, that was supposed to be comforting, but not to Finn. "Please stop crying. Please. You're making Mommy cry." He wasn't going to stop, so I placed him back in his crib and sat beside it. I stroked the top of his head, hoping to sooth him to sleep, but nothing. Singing supposedly calms a child, but I can't sing. "I'm a terrible mother." I told myself. "I wish you were here to help me." Sometimes talking out loud to myself made me feel better.

After a while he stopped crying and started to drift off to sleep. "Your Daddy would have loved you. If only he could have gotten to meet you. I'll tell you all about him when you're older. He was a very brave man, he was so loving and caring. I miss him, so much. You're the only reason I manage to keep going. You keep me sane." I regretted saying that even though he wouldn't have understood, he couldn't have understood. I sat beside the crib for a while, being with my son was comforting as he was a part of Finnick, one of the only things of his that I still owned.

When I started to feel like I should leave Finn alone, there was a knock on the door. I stood up, curious as to who would be calling here at this time. Just as I reached the stairs, Finn started crying again. I was torn, should I comfort my child or answer the door. Some strange force inside me was pulling me towards the door. "Just a minute!" I called to whoever was stood outside. I remembered that I had been crying, so I made sure to check I looked alright. I looked as good as I could look, so I walked over to the door and opened it. "Hello Annie."