"That cake was phenomenal."
"You would know. You had six pieces of it."
"Do you know how long it's been since I've had cake?"
"Too long?"
"It's been too long, my dear Annie." Finnick picked up his new bride and spun her in a circle, making her laugh joyfully. "The only thing better than the cake was the reason I got to eat it." He set her back on her feet and placed a kiss on her lips.
Annie smiled up at him and took his hand. "I think it's about time we moved into our new place, don't you?"
"You read my mind, Ms. Cresta," he replied. "Or—wait—you're not Ms. Cresta anymore." A huge grin lit up his face. "I suppose I should start calling you Mrs. Odair."
Annie pretended to think it over. "Mrs. Annie Odair. I think I like it."
"I know I do." Finnick, still grinning madly, glanced at the sheet of paper that Plutarch had given them. It told them where their new living quarters were. As a now-married couple, they were about to become the happiest roommates alive.
"So if I'm reading this right, and if Plutarch didn't give us bad directions, then this building should be right…here." They had arrived at a brick building that was much like the one that had held their separate rooms only this morning. It was no palace, but it may as well have been.
"11, 12, 13…ah, here it is. Apartment number 14." Finnick turned the key that had been in his pocket all day and opened the door. The apartment itself was not unlike the ones they had previously stayed in—small and not very attractive, but Finnick and Annie would have been happy living in a cardboard box as long as they were living there together.
They stood together in welcomed silence for a minute, finally stopping to soak it all in. It wasn't a dream—they had really gotten married and they were really standing in their new shared living quarters. The wedding had been beautiful, the reception had provided the most fun that anyone in District Thirteen had had in a while, and to top it all off, the cake really had been that good. Nothing, not even Snow, could ruin this for them.
"You know…for all the pain and the fear and the awful things that have happened to the both of us…I never thought this day would come." Finnick looked at Annie, his eyes full of love deeper than the ocean back in District Four. "I hoped it would, every single day…but I never dared to really believe that I would be able to call you Annie Odair. And tomorrow, President Snow might find us here in District Thirteen and drop enough bombs to wipe out all of Panem. But tonight, I think we should just…"
"Enjoy this because we have it?" Annie wrapped her arms around his neck and locked her eyes on his.
"Once again, you have read my mind."
They fell into a passionate kiss, moving clumsily as one being to kick the door shut.