This again is really really short but as I like to say," You can love it or you can hate it." Anyways...
For Finnick Junior's seventh birthday, he received his dad's trident, which was recovered from the sewers when he died. Holding it in his hands, an expression of awe upon his freckled face, he looked up at his mum. "Daddy used this?" he said softly, a grin breaking out on his face when she responded with a nod. "So if I practise loads, I'll be as good as him one day?". Again Annie nodded, but her eyes clouded slightly and her smile slipped.
"But you don't need to, Finnie darling. There hasn't been a Hunger Games for several years." she said quietly.
"I know, Mummy, but I can make Daddy proud if I learn!"
"Daddy's always proud of you, Finnie. Don't forget that. He loves you more than all the fish in the ocean, all the money in Panem, and all the styles in the Capitol. Just because he never met you, he'll always be there." Annie said softly, wrapping her son into her arms, as the sun set over District Four.