Author's note: Final chapter for now, not sure if I'll add to it or not. It's kind of a short chapter. Hope you like it. Read and review. I do not own characters created by Suzanne Collins.
Johanna watched Ridge and Logan chasing each other from the porch. They'd found a forgotten football in the shed earlier in the day. A light breeze blew through the tall grass. The eight-year-old was starting to look more and more like his father every day. He was already tall for his age and locks from his spiked brown hair had begun to cling to his forehead. But the clearest resemblance was in their eyes. Logan's green eyes shown bright as the sunlight played across his face.
Just as she was about to take a sip from her cooled cup of coffee, Johanna heard her child begin to whimper. She quickly walked over to the bassinet Ridge had made and picked up the crying newborn. "Hunter Finnley," she whispered. She looked down at her son as she rocked him. "I know," she said as if she were talking to an adult. "I want to go play, too." Johanna walked to the railing. "Do you see Daddy?" Ridge saw the two and headed towards them tired. She laid Hunter back down into the cradle as her husband pounded up the steps, Logan not far behind. Ridge lifted her up so she was a little taller and spun her around. "Ridge," she yelled. "Put me down." He did as his wife said. "You smell," she mumbled before kissing him.
They broke apart. "And yet you still kiss me." His boyish grin had come out and had begun to smirk.
"Ew," Logan gawked while standing in the doorframe.
Johanna turned her attention to her elder son. "You," she said pointing a finger at him, "also smell. You need to shower before dinner." Logan made a face, but grudgingly left the two parents alone. She moved back into him. "You need to shower, too," she murmured in his ear.
"Care to join me?" His grin and eyes were brighter than before she fell in love with him. She slapped him playfully on the arm. He put his hands up, as if surrendering. "Alright, alright." He was ready to walk back inside when he saw Johanna lingering near the bassinet. He wrapped his arms around her from behind. They watched their son squirm, trying to rest comfortably. "Your family would be proud."
She looked up into those kind eyes. "I wish Blight could have seen this. He would have been so proud of you."
They stood in their embrace, now facing each other. "I'm proud of you." Johanna smiled as she turned back towards Hunter, leaning into Ridge. She reached down, held their son, and retreated back inside of their home.
