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Uriah grows up quickly.

I never understood before, when adults said that time passed by so fast. Like in a blink of an eye.

The rebellion felt like ages. So did my Games. As well as my time at the Capitol - it seemed endless. And of course, the months without Anxol; they felt like eternities.

But with the troubled days behind us, and a happy family in front of me, time flies by too fast.

Uriah learns how to walk soon after our visit around Panem. Anxol has to stop me from grabbing Uriah the second he took his first step and dash to the ocean and teach him how to swim.

But every day, she lets me teach him in the bathtub. How to blow bubbles and stay afloat, even when the waves are rough.

The years go by so quickly. There was the visit from Paylor, and she was greeted by a walking, talking Uriah. Gale always seemed to find time for the two of us, and we bonded quickly with him. We didn't talk to him much in District 13, but now we were close friends. Gale loved playing with Uriah, and Uriah loved playing with Gale. Anxol always cooked treats for Gale, and I took him sailing. He opened up to us, and we would always support him.

He said that ocean took his mind off of things.

There were many pop-ins with Donnie, and occasionally, Sander with her. Johanna never came, but we always took out a few days each month to visit her - she is our best friend, after all.

And then there was Katniss and Peeta's wedding.

It was beautiful. Set in a beautiful meadow just in the outskirts of District 12, surrounded by flowers - dandelions, primroses, rues - we even spotted katnisses - there could not have been a better backdrop to the wedding of this beautiful couple.

Katniss' wedding dress - the real one, not the one she wore for the Quarter Quell interviews - was stunning. It was a creation from Cinna, her late designer - and like all of his other works, it was gorgeous. Flowing white train, careful beading; it was made perfectly for Katniss.

But she still was not as radiant as Anxol on our wedding day. But maybe that's just bias.

It was a beautiful, sweet ceremony. The birds and the mockingjays sang, their wings fluttering softly through the trees. Everyone was there - all the rebels, the remaining victors, Paylor, and even a few Capitol citizens like Effie and Tigris.

The after party was a blast - filled with champagne and drinks, supplied by Haymitch, of course. Anxol and I danced the night away, wearing the dress and suit that we had painstakingly sewed together.

But even though Katniss was the star of the night, I couldn't take my eyes off of Anxol in her elegant lavender dress.

Uriah had a blast, chasing the butterflies and seeping between the legs of the dancing people. He danced with Anxol and got a front-row seat from my shoulders. By that time, Uriah had just turned three years old.

It was a reunion, for old time's sake, almost. The rebellion had been three years ago, and the marriage of the Mockingjay was like a cherry on top of the victory.

Everyone was hugging each other, catching up the time that we had missed. I got to talk to Sander some more - he really is a nice guy - and Anxol and I were teasing him and Donnie the whole night. There was games and drinks and food, and it was a perfect, happy night of bliss.

Time froze that night, but as soon as the sun rose back up again, time sped up again.

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When Uriah is three years old, Anxol and I have another child.

It's a gorgeous baby girl, with the same piercing pale grey eyes as Anxol. She was just as pale, with tufts of soft white-blonde hair sticking out of her head.

But something about her - something I couldn't put my finger on - didn't have the same quality as Anxol. Though she looked like Anxol in every way, just as much as Uriah looked like me, there was something a little off.

I realized, though this baby girl was beautiful and would most definitely grow up to be an exotic girl, she didn't have the same otherworldly, ethereal glow that Anxol had; the thing that so clearly told everyone that Anxol wasn't from Panem.

But the baby girl was still beautiful in every way. She was different from Anxol, just as Uriah was different from me. They both didn't have to follow in our footsteps.

"You can name her this time." Anxol smiles, the brightness in her eyes lighting up the whole room. "First and middle name."

"Anxol Enkeli Odair." I respond immediately.

"You're kidding me."
"No jokes." I grin, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead.

"Finn."

"Okay, okay! Give me a second to think about this." I said, combing through a list of names in my mind.

Anxol and I never knew the gender of our child until he or she was born. And though in those nine months, we both had our share of fantasy names, we never decide on it until the baby is born. Not until we see them first.

And when we do, all the names that we like just disappear from our minds, because no words could possibly even describe the little angels that we are given.

I hold onto the little girl, and she coos at me, her voice silvery - just like Anxol's. I stare at her, and her tiny rosebud lips, forming circles like she was about to say my name.

Then my eyes catch sight of her soft tufts of hair. White-blonde, just like her mother's. The memories that come with seeing the hair are clogging up in my chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Take your time, Finn. It's alright." Anxol whispers, sensing my momentary hardship. "Did something from the past bother you again?"

I nod, unable to form the words, the memories clogging my vision, each one stabbing me painfully. I focus on breathing, still staring at the little baby girl in my arms. So small, so delicate, just like Uriah when he was born.

When my voice finally works again, I have a name for my newborn child.

"Maggie Bea Odair."

Anxol smiles and rests her head on my shoulder.

"Maggie Bea Odair." She says, testing out the name in her mouth. "I like it."

"Hey, Maggie Bea." I whisper to the little baby, her little hands trying to grab my finger. "Welcome to the Odair family."

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Maggie grew up, along with Uriah, almost too fast.

Uriah was a bundle of curiosity and mischievousness, always enthusiastic to perform tasks, even if they are meager ones like fetching daddy's shirt from the hamper. He was thoughtful and playful, always looking out for his little sister.

Maggie was just as cheery, always having a bright chirpy reply or comment to say. She was always dancing and moving - she can never sit still. Maggie was eager and sweet, and charmed every person she met.

I never told Anxol behind the reasoning of the names I chose, but I'm sure she knew it anyways - she knew everything about me.

Maggie. For Mags. Like the hair she loved to braid, the sturdy coil that she would make around Anxol's hair. Mags love Anxol's fair hair, and she always told me that she wanted to hold our children and braid their hair, too, maybe even teach them how to tie nets and catch fish. It only seemed right to name the little girl Maggie after her.

And Maggie's middle name - Bea - that was easy. My little sister, whose eyes I can still see so clearly to this day. Her bright green eyes that always held the same spark as Maggie. I will never forget them. How Bea's eyes were that extra push to take up Enkol's offer, which led me to Anxol, which led me to the love of my life. Bea - how could I forget her? It only felt right, for her, too, to have a part in my new life.

Uriah was a little trickier. My own father once told me that he was about to name me Uriah - it meant 'light', and my father always said, 'you were the light of my life, but as you grew, I learned you were the trickster that liked to pull pranks in the dark.'

And even though Uriah was just as devious as I was - am - he was still the second light in my life. Anxol, the first. Maggie, the third. They all had an equal amount in my heart; my Angelfish, Sharkfin, and Bubbles.

My family.

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Maggie and Uriah grew up quickly, just like all the adults said. Time seemed to fly before our eyes.

Swimming was second nature to the both of them - I made sure of that. But Anxol taught them songs and dances, her voice melodic and enchanting. She taught them the songs that she sang as lullabies to them their whole entire lives. I often woke up to the sound of Anxol and Maggie singing in harmony, preparing breakfast together; one sounding like wind chimes and the other sounding like bells.

I took all three of them to our little fishing trips every morning, making sure to see the sunrise across the ocean. Uriah helped Anxol with the fishing, and I taught Maggie how to dive for the prettiest shells .

Just like how I promised to teach Bea how to do the same.

Maggie and Uriah were always playing with other District 4 children, and they got along with all the adults as well. And of course, for our friends scattered throughout Panem, there were many visits and letters with photos attached to them.

And everything was just absolutely right.

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