Cuddled up on the couch and cocooned in her favorite quilt, Annie slowly closes her eyes, taking a rest from the world. After reassuring herself that her son is safe in his bed upstairs in his room, she lets her mind wander.
Maybe the day will come, she thinks, when Finnick will come home again.
She knows in her heart and in her mind that it is impossible, that it will never happen. Fortunately, she will always have a piece of him: her three-year old bundle of joy, Finn Odair. She jumps slightly as her thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of little hands that pull her blanket down from her shoulders, and little Finn climbs on the couch with her.
"Hey, little man. How was your nap?" she asks him in a tired voice.
"Lonely, Mama," he says sadly in his soft toddler voice, frowning, and she strokes his hair before wrapping her arms around him.
I know the feeling, she adds silently, suddenly blinking away tears. It's not until Finn lays a wet kiss on her cheek that she is able to push the thoughts of the past aside and focus on her future with her loving and adorable son who reminds her of Finnick in every way possible.
His emerald-green eyes, shaggy bronze hair, and even his sensitiveness exactly resembled his dad's features, and sometimes, Annie forgets about all the loss for a moment, and for that, she is eternally grateful to her son for filling a void that no one else could.