I Know She Will Be: Post-Mockingjay Finnick/Annie.
Finnick's POV
Though this is supposed to be heaven, the first few weeks are absolute hell.
I have no choice but to sit by and watch as her world comes crashing down. Sometimes she screams out in agony. Sometimes she does nothing but sit in the corner, crying silently to herself. Worse still, sometimes she lies there with a blank look on her face, her hands over her ears. So badly do I want to be there, because no one can bring her out of it now. She barely ever gets out of bed, and Mrs. Everdeen has to come in routinely to make sure she's eating and drinking (she doesn't remember otherwise).
This morning isn't any different. She's been thrashing all night, screaming. Plagued by nightmares.
"Oh Finnick," she whispers, clutching her blanket, "I had the most horrible dream."
She turns around in her bed and, obviously, I'm not there. She forgets every morning, and every morning it brings a fresh stream of tears to her eyes and more agonized cries coming out of her mouth. What I wouldn't give to be there.
Today is different, though. Annie's been sick for the past few days. Mrs. Everdeen flits in nervously and hands her a box.
Is that what I think it is?
Annie stumbles out of the bathroom a half hour later, rubbing her stomach, and whispers, "Pregnant! It says 'pregnant'!"
Pregnant. Waves of joy, fear, and lastly, realization, rush through me. I recall Annie being especially in the mood the week before I left for the Capitol for the last time. Did she see my death coming? Either she wanted to be prepared if I died (she did always want to be a mother, though she unfortunately believed she'd never be a good one) or she wanted me to have a lovely surprise when I came home.
That night, something amazing happens. She plops down on her bed. Her hands fly to her stomach.
And she smiles for the first time in a long time. I know she's directing that lovely smile at me and she whispers, "Finnick. We're having a baby."
Does she know I can hear her? Most likely not. It doesn't matter, because she's happy and I'm happy, and we're having a baby.
She sleeps well throughout the night.
Finnick Junior. Annie was always so predictable.
The little guy looks exactly like me. This thrills Annie to no end, and she cannot stop smiling and cooing about her little Fin, mommy's little angel, mommy's handsome man, and how he looks just like his daddy and how he'll grow up to be big and strong and how mommy's sorry if she cries sometimes, she can't help it, but she'll try to be the best mommy in the world. She then looks up and smiles at me again, and whispers to me about she'll try really hard to raise him right and if he's anything like his father he's perfect already, and how she's so happy he came along. How she won't let me down. How she'll try to be the best mother in the world.
I know she will be.