Chapter 10

Katniss's POV

I smile at the door for a few minutes. Okay, they didn't forget anything. It's time! I spin around on my heel and race over to the stairs. When I get to the top of them I start frantically opening every door on that level. Door one, not it. Door two, nothing. Door three, Peeta's room. Door four, Annie and Finnick's room. It dawns on me that I left his stuff downstairs. Oh, well. I'll get it later. Finally, behind door five, I see a crib. Bingo.

I tiptoe into the dark room. I can barely see anything, seeing as the only light is streaming in through the open door. I quietly make my way to the crib. No baby. I squint into the dim light in order to really see what this crib looks like. It is made of drift wood and has a pale blue blanket inside. The outside has small, intricate designs of boats and waves. As I'm admiring the carvings I come to a word and gasp.

"She named him Finnick," I whisper.

Finnick's POV

"We need cookie supplies, Mellark! Get it straight!"

"We aren't going to live off of cookies," he huffs.

"Who's decide that?" I ask. "Katniss thinks my cookies are better than yours."

He drops the piece of fruit he was holding and laughs. "W-what? Not possible. She may have come to tolerate yours but mine are definitely better."

"I practiced everyday and now they're amazing. Accept it."

"Well, I practiced my whole life."

"Which is why it's so embarrassing for you that mine are so much better."

Peeta narrows his eyes, "Watch your mouth, Odair."

I smile. I should get along with him, or at least try. For my lady.

Katniss's POV

Finnick and Peeta still aren't back. They've been gone for a few hours. I hear footsteps and the sound of a door opening and shutting. As I scramble to my feet Annie walks in. She doesn't seem to notice me.

"Annie," I say, "you're back."

She looks at me with tired eyes and nods. She's holding Baby Finn in her arms. I glance at him.

"It's different to see him in person," I smile. He looks just like Finnick. Striking green eyes, bronze hair, he's practically a mini Finn.

"I suppose it is." She starts walking to the stairs.

"Annie!" I call. She turns slightly. "I can take him for a little while if you want."

She analyzes my face. "You want to."

"Well I-"

"Take him." Wordlessly, she walks over to me and places him in my hands. Then she turns on her heel and walks toward the door and pauses, "Keep him safe."

With my life.

Author's Note

I AM SO SORRY! I just got out of the swing of things intensely :( this is so short. I have so much writers block on this so please pm me with ideas! I might be forced to leave this unfinished D: