A/N: In Annie's POV

A Good Mom

I hold my son in my lap and we sit at the kitchen table.

"What's this letter?" I ask.

"F."

"Yes can you write it for mommy." I ask and kiss the top of his head.

"Good job." I say. "This letter?"

"I."

"Yup can you write that one too."

He nods and does it.

"Good job and this letter?"

"N."

"Write it for me."

I stop him.

"Not like that it goes the other way. Like this." I say and show him. "Try again." I say and kiss his forehead.

"Good job." I say because he does it correctly.

"Thank you mommy. Can I-

"We're almost finished then you can go play."

"Oh-Kay mommy." He says disappointed reminding me of Finnick.

"You're just like your daddy sometimes."

He looks at me in awe when I say this.

"Really."

"Yes." I say and kiss him.

"Two more letters and then you can be done."

"Okay."

"This one?"

"C."

"Write it for mommy." I smile. "Good, last one."

"K." He says.

"Good." I write them all out. "Do you know what that spells?" I ask.

"That's my name."

"Good job." I say.

"Mama."

"Yes baby."

"You don't call me that all the time."

"No because you have the same name daddy does. It will be confusing so we call you Nick instead."

"But mama when I'm being bad you call me Finnick. Does that mean daddy is always doing something bad?"

"Yes it does." I hear Finnick say and I roll my eyes.

"Daddy!" He says and jumps off my lap and runs towards him. Finnick picks him up and walks him back over here.

"Is mama really always mad at you?"

"Of course not." He says and sits down next to me. "She loves me so much." He says and kisses Nick. "But, Nicky you have to understand that mama is a very complex person. "

I roll my eyes and look at them. The two important men of my life.

"Finnick." I say. They both turn this way. The striking resemblance between them is uncanny.

"Yes?" He asks smiling.

I look at Nick and run my fingers through his bronze hair.

"Baby why don't you go upstairs and play." I say.

"Okay." He smiles. "I love you!" He shouts. I watch him walk upstairs.

"What's wrong Annie?" Finnick asks.

I get up and hug him. He kisses the top of my head.

"Were you okay? I wasn't away too long was I?" He asks and kisses my cheek.

"I was okay." I say.

"But?" He says knowing there is more..

"I could feel the paranoia building up Finnick." I whisper into his chest.

Panic attacks, anxiety attacks, paranoia attacks, I don't know what it is, all I know is I get a sense of impeding doom when Finnick is away for too long.

I don't like this feeling but even though the Hunger Games have been gone for years the scars are still there and they aren't going to go away. The nightmares still happen just not as often.

"Well nothing happened you were fine." He whispers in my ear and rocks me back and forth.

"I don't want him to see me like that though Finnick. Not again." I whisper and hold into him tighter. I say referring to times I have lost it. It doesn't happen very often. It usually doesn't happen when Nick is around. It's usually at nighttime but there are those rare occasions when it does happen around him.

"Don't worry Annie it is what it is."

"That's it." I let go of him. "That's your advice, 'it is what it is'." I say.

"Annie, I didn't mean it like that don't twist my words." He says gently and strokes my hair.

I close my eye and breathe in and out.

"I knew what you meant Finnick, but it's not normal to start screaming and crying in front of your child."

He shrugs.

"Can't change fate, besides does he seem all bothered by it right now."

"No, but it hasn't been in front of him in awhile."

"Don't worry Annie." He says and kisses my forehead.

"But-

"When it happened last time and I went to see if he was okay or if he had any questions. He only had one Annie, and it was 'is mommy okay'." He kisses my forehead. "He's okay Annie, he was just worried about you."

"A child is not supposed to worry about their parent, it's supposed to be the other way around."

"Like you never worried about your parents."

"No, not when I was that young."

"Annie, come on that kid upstairs loves you more than me I think."

"Don't think that Finnick."

He smiles.

"Okay." He says and kisses my forehead.

"But Finnick-

"Yes?" He asks.

"What if people….

"What?" He asks confused. Then it's like a light flips in Finnick's head."Annie, no one is going to take him away from you. You're a good mom, the best." He whispers into my ear and kisses my cheek.

I lean back into his chest.

"That's because I'm the mother of your child."

"No, it's because it's true. Besides, since when is Nicky just my child." He pulls me back.

"I guess. You did just say he loved me more though."

"I love you Annie." He says.

"I love you Finnick." I whisper back and kiss him.

"Yuck." I hear and both of us turn towards him.

"Yuck?" I say teasing him. "Don't you like Mama's kisses." I say and pick him up and start kissing him on his cheeks. I sit down on the couch and place him on my lap. He hugs me.

"I love you mommy." He whispers and I rub his back.

"I love you too baby, I love you too."

"Do you love daddy." Finnick says sitting me and starts to tickle him. "Do you love daddy?" He says while tickling him.

"Yes, yes I love you daddy." He says between giggles.

"Good." Finnick says and pulls him on his lap. "Because daddy loves you too." He says and kisses him.

I look at them and smile.

"I love you both."

They smile and both kiss me on the cheek.

A/N: Hello all and thank you for reading! I hope you are enjoying these little one shots! I am also happy to take requests if you want to read about something in particular but, not necessary I already have multiple ideas cooking. Once again thank you for reading!