"I feel really weird about this, I think we should put on some clothes or something. A robe at the very least."
Finnick sighs, "He's not coming home. Noah's on a date. He took some girl to the movies."
"Some girl? Really? Your son goes on his first date and you have no idea who its with? Wonderful parenting, top notch."
Finnick shoots her a look, "Its Clove."
"Was that so hard?"
"I still haven't forgiven her for almost killing Cato."
"Oh god, Finnick, that was five years ago. She is a mature ten year old now, going out on chaperoned dates and everything. If anything, I'm worried about Noah. Those little hands of his could get frisky."
"He's ten."
"But he's your son. You've got frisky hands."
Finnick's look doesn't soften, "Remind me why I've decided to marry you?"
Annie shrugs, "Might have something to do with the fact that you love me?"
"Damn right I do," He places a chaste kiss on her lips as he lets go of her hand and grabs a fist full of breast.
"See! Frisky!"