"Finnick Odair, the store is closing in half an hour and our flight to DC is tomorrow morning. We're going to look like idiots if we show up to the baby shower without a present!"
"You have a much better taste for these things than I do, Annie. Whatever you pick I'm sure will be fine," he answers back, distracted by the rows upon rows of toys on the shelf.
"You're the one with the kid! Didn't Cashmere have a baby shower?"
"Yeah, but I don't remember what were presents and what she bought for Noah," he says, walking down the aisle filled with cars and action figures. Idly glancing up and down the shelves, Finnick's eyes widen in excitement as he spots the perfect gift.
"No. Absolutely not. It is incredibly inappropriate and way out of our budget."
"Oh c'mon," he whines, dragging the box off the shelf. "What kid wouldn't want a remote control helicopter?"
"The kind that can swallow the small parts."
"He'll grow into it, unlike clothes which he'll grow out of in two months," Finnick explains.
"Y'know, I always wanted one of these. I asked for one on every birthday until I was ten. After that, my father said I was too old presents," his voice drops down to a murmur. "Bastian and just turned four that fall so all the money they would have used to buy me or my sister a gift, they spent on him instead."
"Oh…baby…"
"It's alright, it's the past now," he looks over at her with a bright, sad smile.
Annie sighs as she bends down to kiss her fiancé on the forehead, "You can buy it for yourself if you like."
"Really?! Can I play with it in the house, too?!"
"As long as you don't fly it too high," Annie smiles as Finnick plants a long, firm kiss onto her lips.
"Thank you," he breathes upon pulling away.
Flushed and daze, Annie nods her head in acknowledgement, "Now that we have twenty minutes left and you're getting your toy, can we find something for Gale and Madge?"
"Sure," Finnick says with a playful grin, hugging the toy to his chest. "She said she wanted a Playskool play saucer, I have no idea which one though."
Looping her arm through his, Annie pecks his cheek, "Guess we'll just have to play with each one until we figure out which is more fun."
"I like the way you think."