The idea for this story has been in my mind for a while, so I decided to try it out. I'm also working on my other stories, so if you want you can check them out too. Enjoy (:

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.

You'd think that the great Finnick Odair, Victor of the 68th Hunger Games and survivor of the 3rd Quarter Quell would not have any problems writing an ordinary letter.

Wrong.

But it's no ordinary letter, he thought to himself. It was easier writing the other ones, because he already had it all mapped out in his head, but this one proved to be the hardest to write.

"Just write from the heart," he mumbled under his breath. He turned to the other side of his bed and faced Annie.

For the first time since they arrived in District 13, Annie finally managed to sleep restlessly for more than 5 hours straight. He liked to think that it was because their wedding was just yesterday.

To say that it was perfect would be an understatement. It was everything he wanted, and it was good for everybody to take their mind off the war that was going on above ground. Although Finnick had wanted to have the wedding at home in District 4, both him and Annie decided that they didn't want to wait until the war was over. He didn't have to go home to have his wedding; home was where Annie was.

Finnick had never felt happier in his life. When they were pronounced husband and wife, he felt as if his heart could leap out of his chest and he couldn't believe his luck; he couldn't believe that someone like Annie would love him. He couldn't believe that someone like Annie would even allow someone like him to love her, let alone marry her. But she did. And the wedding was a public announcement to everybody that Annie was his and he was Annie's, and they were bound together forever.

He didn't know about Annie, but yesterday was definitely the best day of his life.

Finnick smiled at the thought. He tucked the loose strands of her hair that had fell onto her face behind her ear and stroked her cheek gently. His thumb went over the tip of her upper lip and then traced the outline of her lips.

Annie was his motivation to fight the war, but at the same time the reason why he didn't want to. He knew full well that by fighting in this rebellion would mean putting his life on the line. He might not come back. And he didn't want to fight for his selfish reasons: going to war mean being away from Annie. Sure, he wouldn't be there to ward off her nightmares and he wouldn't be there bring her back to reality, but he knew that if somehow, she got hurt, or if Snow got his hands on her again, he would probably go crazy. People say that Annie's the crazy one and Finnick was always the one to bring her back from wherever she went in her mind, but it was almost the complete opposite. In fact, Annie was the only thing that kept him alive. As long as Annie was alive, Finnick was too. Finnick knew that he was weak, but Annie was strong, He knew that she could survive without him. She wouldn't necessarily be living, but she would survive.

Besides, she would have someone else to take care for her very soon.

He brought his hand down to her stomach and rubbed it gently. He planted a kiss on her abdomen and forehead, turned to his bedside table and set off to write the letter with newfound determination.

Dearest Annie,

I trust that Katniss has passed this on to you.

If you are reading this, it means that I am now your guardian angel. That should be quite reassuring, right?

You are strong, Annie. You're the strongest person I know, and although you may not think so, just know that I do. You'll get through this, Annie, and you won't be alone, because you'll have Johanna, Katniss, Peeta and even Haymitch to help you, and I'll always, always be with you. I'll be your strength if you let me; I'll help you carry on.

And don't you dare think for a second that you don't have anyone to be strong for, because you do. Your little angel needs your strength and love. I just know you'll be the best mother and friend to our child.

And if you're feeling down, when you feel like the weight of and the burdens of the world are on your shoulders and when you feel yourself slipping away, know that I'm in your heart, I'll be your little angel, and that I loved you, love you, and always will love you.

Love always,
Finn

I have the next two chapters planned, so please bear with me. Reviews? (: