For: RoseMaple

"Looking at them now, it is unfathomable that there was ever anyone else other than Annie," Gale says with a smile, raising his glass to the tearful couple. "A toast to the happy couple, Finnick and Annie Odair. Cheers."

The couple clink their champagne flutes, taking a small sip along with their guests before lifting themselves out of their seats.

Finnick, and his two left feet, wanted to take lessons but Annie insisted even he can slow dance; all it takes is a little practice.

As he leads her on the dance floor, the lights dim and a spotlight shines on them allowing for Finnick's worries fade.

Squeezing her hand tightly, he wraps his other arm around her waist and pulls her close. Resting her head on his shoulder, they begin to sway.

Gale's introduction gets lost in their moment, where even the hundreds of eyes staring out at them are not there. It is only them and the melodic saxophone playing in the background, nothing more nothing less.

Picking her head off of his shoulder, Annie looks up at Finnick whose eyes are shiny with tears. She slips her hand out from his as she wipes away the rolling tear and kisses his lips sweetly.

"We finally did it," Annie whispers against the side of his cheek.

"Yeah, we did," he laughs, twirling her as the DJ announces that the dance floor is open to the guests. "Took us long enough."

"I'd say it was well worth the wait," she smiles back.

A short tug on the bodice of her dress brings Annie's attention away from her husband and towards the ten year old boy with the wide grin.

"Well hello there young man," Annie says, bending down to be at eye level with her son.

"May I have this dance," he asks, offering up the palm of his hand and bowing.

Finnick snorts. "Did Grandpa give you lessons on how to act like an 1800s gentleman?"

"Caius did!" Noah exclaims. "He said it would help if I wanted to pick up any ladies. I told him I am already committed to Clove, but then he said it would put a smile on Annie's face if I asked her to dance like this so…"

"Well, he's right. It worked," Annie replies with a smile, as she takes Noah's hand. "How about you show me some of those moves you were practising the other day."

"Hold your horses kiddo, don't I get a say?" Finnick asks, with his eyebrow raised.

Annie rolls her eyes as she laughs while Noah contemplates the notion thoroughly.

"Dad, can I have a dance with Annie?" he requests, widening those green eyes of his while jutting out his lower lip in a pout.

Finnick narrows his eyes, "You better take good care of her. If she comes back to me with so much as a scratch, I'll tell Uncle Caius you need to be in bed by nine."

Noah gulps and nods as he carefully guides her to an empty spot on the dance floor. Finnick sighs as he watches Noah's slow dance their Annie.

Looking at the puzzle pieces, it is hard for even him to believe Noah and Annie came from two different boxes.

"You did well," Cashmere's voice comes from over his shoulder, startling him. "Too well, actually. Doesn't have an ounce of me in him anymore."

"Guess he out grew you." Finnick shrugs. Not bothering to look at her, he avoids the scowl directed at him. The persistent tapping of her heels blend into the booming sounds of the fast paced song.

"Can I steal a dance from you?" she inquires.

"Someone's brave, you sure?"

Cashmere rolls her eyes, "Yes, I'm sure."

"You're sure, you're sure?"

"Fucking Christ, Odair! If you don't want to you can just say 'no' like a normal human being."

"But that's part of his charm," Annie chimes in as she saddles up beside him and placing a kiss on his cheek. "Partially why I just married him."

Cashmere wrinkles her nose as she narrows her eyes, "Well then congratulations," she says patting him on the shoulder before walking briskly over to the bar.

"So, you really didn't marry me because of good looks," Finnick plasters on an obnoxious frown, making Annie kiss it away.

"That's just an added bonus," she smirks. "I'm not that shallow."

He smiles back, finding her hand and sliding his fingers through hers. "You wouldn't be Mrs. Odair if I thought you were," he says, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing it. "Would you like to have our second dance as Mister and Misses Odair?" he ventures, wrapping his other arm around her waist as another slow song comes on.

"Gladly."