A/N: Hey guys, I really hate homework, math's today – Pythagoras' Theorem? When is that going to come in handy in life? So sorry I didn't post yesterday :/.

Never mind, you guys don't need to hear about my boring school life – I just want to thank my followers for not leaving, even though I didn't update for a while, and a special thanks to canadiangirl97, for reviewing positively on EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER. People like her are what make me want to write. Thank you!

Katniss POV

I'm just about to walk to the kitchen, to help Annie out with the food, but Peeta catches my arm and pulls me back, pointing to something. Two hands, fingers entwined – one hand very bronzed, the other lightly tanned.

Finn and Baylyn.

I feel something rising inside me, something that can only be known as anger. Somewhere, deep down, there are weaker feelings – jealousy; happiness; sadness. But anger tops them all. I glare at them but neither notices me – but Peeta does. He rubs my back in smooth circles, whispering:

'Come on, we'll talk to Baylyn later.'

I just nod, pursing my lips and stopping the glare. Baylyn seems to glance up at me, give me an unconvincing smile, and then bow her head again before Finn pulls her in to another room and we hear the kids' heavy, thudding footsteps running up the stairs. I look up at Peeta, who's looking at me worriedly, with a slight questioning look in his exquisite, blue eyes. I shake my head sadly and give him a faltering smile, before taking his hand in mine again and pulling him to the kitchen, where Annie is standing, a little helplessly, in front of a big cake.

'Peeta, ice this. Now.'

Baylyn POV

'Hey guys, is it OK if I have a bit of alone time?' Bella asks us quietly, her cheeks slightly red.

'Course, that's fine,' Finn grins at me seductively, 'We could use some alone time too.'

They both chuckles and I roll my eyes at him, but I sense something else in his voice; a tint of hopefulness. I nod my head slightly as his smile fades but it comes right back at the small gesture.

'Fine, I'll be happy to be left alone,' Kevin says sarcastically.

'No, you know what Kevin? Why don't you go hang out with Anna and Lola? They're down at the beach right now and I'm sure their mum would love some help. In fact, there's a kids soft play area down the village – I'm sure that would be right up your street!' Finn says, perfectly serious and managing to keep a straight face. Bella and I snigger as Kevin shoots daggers at Finn, and I swear, if looks could kill, my boyfriend would be a curled up, dead body on the floor right now. Boyfriend. I love saying that…

Flashback (Still Baylyn's POV)

'Uh, hey Baylyn.'

I whip around, tense, at the sound of a voice behind, and relax when I see Finn, one hand in his pocket, one raking through his sandy-brown hair.

'Oh, hi Finn. What's up?'

'N-Not much. Y-You?' he stutters. I can clearly tell he's nervous.

'Not much either, just walking on the beach. Care to join me?' I giggle at my own voice sounding so posh. He grins and nods his head, curls shaking. He links our arms and swings them, grinning the whole time.

'So, uh, what was with you earlier?'

I feel his arm tense on mine and he clears his throat.

'N-Nothing, w-why'd you a-ask?'

I stop and face him.

'Finn, something was obviously wrong. And you'd better tell me. Now,' I say, strictly. His eyes fall downwards and he bows his head. I gently take his chin and lift it with my thumb and fore-finger, so I'm staring in to his eyes; and it's all I can do to make sure my knees don't buckle beneath me.

What happens next, I'm definitely not prepared for.

'Will you go out with me?'

But before I can answer, Finn closes whatever distance was between us and presses his lips to mine. They're soft, not forceful, and he tastes a bit like cheese and… slightly of mint. When he pulls away, I almost beg for more, but instead, I laugh. He looks generally very hurt.

'I'm sorry, I should just go…' He begins to walk away but I catch his arm and pull him back to me. I wrap my arms around his neck and take a step closer.

'Yes.'

'Yes?'

Yes!'

Yes!'

He laughs with me then, picking me up and spinning me round. I don't notice anyone was with us until I hear Anna's unmistakable voice beside me.

'Kevin, pick me up and spin me round like Finny just did to Bay-Bay!' she giggles, and we laugh at the nicknames.

'Want to do it again, Bay-Bay?' he whispers in to my ear, as Kevin picks Anna up, twirling her down the beach; and I know Finn isn't not talking about the spin. I face him and kiss him again, lightly, before he pulls away and frowns.

'Wait, what were you laughing about earlier?'

'Oh that – It was nothing, but…'

'But?'

'You taste like mint and cheese.'

'Mint and cheese? Well, that's a new one.'

'What do you mean, a new one?'

'Well, you see Baylyn, I'm hoping you're not one of those girls who want a boyfirned who will always be professing their undying love for you, cause, see, because of my amazing, gosh darn gorgeous looks, I have had other girlfriends before you.'

'Oh yeah?'

'Well yeah. And I'm hoping you're not the jealous type?'

'Why'd you ask?'

'You might have to fend off a lot of girls from me.'

He grins sheepishly and shoves his hand in his pockets. I walk up to him and whisper in his ear,

'Whatever it takes, Finny, whatever it takes.'

He chuckles.

'So what have other girls said you taste like?'

'Uh… let's see. Raspberries, the ocean, peppermint, chicken…' he shakes his head, laughing softly.

'Chicken?'

'Yeah, chicken.'

'Oh, OK. And what about me?'

'What about you?'

'What do I taste like?'

He smiles softly and licks his lips, before stepping closer.

'You, my dear, tast of strawberries and whipped cream.'

'And that's good?'

'Oh, that's very good.'

And before I know it, his hands are around my waist and we're kissing again.

End of flashback.

Finn drags me in to his room and throws me down on the bed. I arch one eyebrow at him and he just winks, opening a draw and taking out a little velvet box; then he gets down on one knee. I almost choke.

'Uh, F-Finn… I-I… We're… Finn, I'm too young to get m-married!' I stutter, managing to get the last 7 words out. He chuckles softly, in the cute way he knows makes me melt.

'Relax, Bay-Bay, I'm not proposing,' he gets out in between laughs. Ever since the incident with Anna's little nicknames, we've used them ourselves. I start laughing then.

'Ok, Finny.'

'It's just a promise ring,' he whispers, taking an identical box from his pocket. 'You have to promise me you'll stay with me, till we're old enough to get married.'

I begin to think. Is this what I really want? Of course. Do I want to spend the rest of my life with Finn? Who wouldn't. But am I different? No, I love Finn. This is what I want.

He's eyeing me worriedly, obviously scared I'm going to say no. I smirk; let's drag this on a little longer. I take the box from his hand and just when he looks happy, I frown and let out a big sigh.

'Huh… It's not really what I was expecting… maybe we should wait…' Out of the corner of my eye, I see as his face deflates, his eyes lose their sparkle and he looks hurt. Very hurt. I grin at him.

'Just kidding, Finny. I love you,' I whisper, placing a kiss on his cheek. That's the first time I've said that to him and I mean every word of it.

'I love you too.'

I slip the ring on to his finger and he does the same to me, then we kiss.

This day could not be any more perfect.

A/N: Hooray, extra long chapter to show you I'm very sorry :) This is four pages long on word?