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Epilogue
Finnick smoothed his hand down the front of his shirt on more time. He walked into the hallway and was immediately pushed back into his room.
"You can't see her yet!" Johanna screeched.
He laughed. "We're already married. This is just a formality."
"Even so." She sighed.
"Come on, Jo, let me by." He paused. "I hear Brendan gurgling. He wants me. That's his Daddy gurgle."
"Yeah right."
"Okay, maybe he doesn't have a different gurgle for me, but I want to see him anyway."
"And have him throw up all over you? It would ruin the pictures."
He put his hands on her shoulders. "Johanna, this is my wedding. I've apparently done this before as evidenced by video footage. I know what my wife looks like in a wedding dress. You can't hold me hostage."
"Johanna?" Annie said softly from behind her.
She turned and took in the other woman. She was gorgeous in a dress the same shade of green as her eyes. The baby in her arms wore a crisp white shirt and a little kilt to match his mother's dress.
Finnick reached out and took the infant from his wife's arms. "Hey there, handsome." He crooned, kissing the baby's cheek. "You're dressed just like Daddy today."
"You look handsome yourself." Annie said, reaching up and smoothing her hand down his cheek and over his shoulders. It came to rest on his chest.
"Can you feel my heart beating?" He asked breathlessly.
"I wasn't sure if it was your heart or mine. Perhaps it's both."
"Okay, enough with this." Johanna cut in. "There's a group of people waiting down at the beach for this wedding."
"I guess that means we have to get going." Annie slipped her hand into Finnick's and kissed it as they headed out the door behind Johanna.
A small gathering of close friends that they had made over the years, the ones who had survived the rebellion, were waiting. Finnick and Annie walked together with their son through the small aisle the guests had made. They stopped at the front of the group where an officiate from District Four stood to preside over their wedding.
Johanna, standing beside Finnick, offered to hold Brendan. But Finnick refused. He wanted the baby close as he made this new memory with Annie.
She made all the same promises from the first time they wed: to love him and honor him and cherish him all the days of their lives. She spoke promises to help him make new memories for the rest of their life together as well as continue to help him regain the past.
Finnick spoke the same promises to love and honor and cherish. But he added softly, "You say that I made a lot of promises that I always tried hard to keep. This day, I promise you that I will always remember two great days in our lives: today, with all it stands for, and the day our Brendan was born. You two mean everything to me. And I promise that will always be the case, no matter what we remember down the road."
Tears were streaming down both their cheeks as they completed the ceremony. They shared a soft kiss and then another, their tears blending together. Annie kissed Brendan's small face. He opened his eyes, getting a brighter green by the day, and blinked at her. She kissed him again and then shared yet another kiss with her husband.
"I love you, Ann." Finnick whispered as the group moved off down the beach where a bonfire was being set up.
"And I love you, Finnick. I always have and I always will."
He wrapped his free arm around her waist and pressed his forehead to hers for a long time. They breathed in the salt air as the breeze ruffled their hair and clothes.
Brendan squirmed between them, breaking them apart.
Finnick laughed and lifted him high. "I think we need to go for a quick swim!"
"Are you sure? These clothes—"
"Are just clothes." He took her hand and ran out into the water, laughing his head off.
She giggled and kicked at the water. They were in up to their thighs. She reached down and splashed him.
He splashed back. He cupped some of the water in his hand and trickled it over Brendan's head. He fussed for a moment and then stopped. He opened his eyes wide and watched his father very seriously.
Finnick sat down in the water and put the baby's feet in. He continued to concentrate on the man holding him.
Annie sat down beside them, wrapping an arm around her husband's back. She rested her chin on his shoulder and picked up some water with her other hand. She drizzled it over their baby's head. He turned those serious eyes to her.
"I think he likes it." Finnick said softly.
"I think he's still unsure." Annie tickled Brendan's cheek.
He turned to her. "I think I want to hand this adorable baby of ours off to Peeta and sneak off to the cave for a while."
She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Do you think we could get away with it?"
"It's our day. I think we can do whatever the hell we want."
She stood and grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet. She kissed him lazily, one hand cupping his cheek, the other resting on their baby's back. She broke the kiss and stepped away. "Come and find me." She said seductively, backing away toward the tree line.
"I could find you anywhere, Annie." He said adamantly. He walked in the opposite direction and found Peeta. He whispered conspiratorially to him as he passed the baby over.
His friend clapped him on the shoulder. "Just don't stay gone forever. I didn't decorate that cake for nothing."
Finnick laughed and hurried off toward where Annie had disappeared into the woods.
