Dearest Finnick,
Many things happened after my Games, so let me explain. The reason I'm not at our home in District 4 is because Snow got angered by me using the berries to almost commit suicide. He took me, and I'm in the Capital. I've been locked up, and apparently I'm pregnant. Unfortunately, you won't be able to see the baby boy because Snow is planning an abortion to get back at me for resisting the Games. You probably saw me kiss Peeta in the cave, and I hope you know that I had to do that to stay alive and that I actually love you, Fin. Snow may or may not come for you, because just stay undercover and out of sight, and don't come for me. I don't want you getting caught and killed out here. I love you, Finnick. I love the way your bronze hair shimmers in the sun, or the way that your sea green eyes twinkle in the light. The way your dimples crease when you smile drives me wild. Who needs the stars when I have my own? Finnick, whether I see or not, just know that I want to be the girl you think about in five years when you're drinking your coffee and get mad when you poured too much milk because its too creamy to resemble my dark brown eyes. I want to be to the girl you think of when you swim in peace and remember our fantastic memories. I always want to be the girl of your dreams.
- Love,
Katniss and your forming baby boy, Finnick Jr.