AN:/ Hey readers (if you exist), thank you for checking out the first chapter of this, and if you're reading this now you clearly enjoyed it which is always great. Here's chapter two, sorry it took quite a while to write, I haven't been creative at all for the past week!

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Characters and Panem belong to Suzanne Collins, ideas in this story belong to me.

Chapter Two

Reunited

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, it wasn't possible. Those eyes, that hair, those hands that used to hold mine tight, that smile. He couldn't be here. "You're not here. You're dead." "Annie, I'm here. It's me." "NO! You're dead, I saw you die. They killed you. Now I'm seeing things, nice one Annie." "Annie listen to me…" "I've officially lost it, I'm actually insane." This images took hold of my hands and smiled at me, a smile I had missed so much. "Finnick?" He felt real, he looked real. His skin was covered with scars from the attack that ended his life, or so I thought. He had to be real. "But how is this possible? You died." I was crying, all my emotions spilling over. "Annie it's will sound crazy but hear me out baby." I allowed him to enter the house, still ridiculously confused.

"Let me tell you what happened Annie. You won't believe I'm real until I tell you this, I once promised you that I would always tell you what was real. I'm alive and I'm here and I want to be with you. You're my one true love Annie Odair." Most people still called me Annie Cresta, everyone was trying to forget the rebellion that had taken so many lives. He pressed his lips against mine, and I started to understand, he had survived but how? "I know what you're thinking Annie. When the mutts attacked, I was in serious danger. They hurt me, they tore my skin, they inflicted horrific injuries on my body, but they didn't kill me. I was left for dead, but I had to survive, I had to make it home to you. I managed to get away Annie. The Capitol believed I was dead, they thought they had seen it happen, so they broadcast it. But when the cameras and mutts were gone, I managed to pull myself to safety. I found managed to find a doctor, he promised me he would be able to get me back to you. I was near death when I found him. I had lost a lot of blood, but he fixed me up. He stitched me back together. If I could have been back here sooner, I would have but there were complications along the way, and I am so so sorry that it took me a year to make it home. I tried so hard to get back sooner, but if I had I might not have survived when I was back with you. I didn't want you to see me die twice Annie." "It's alright Finnick. You're home now, right? You're home for good?" I placed my hands at the side of his face, I wanted to cherish every second I had with him. I couldn't believe Finnick, my Finnick, was in front of me. "Does Johanna know you're alive? Does Katniss?" "Not yet. I want to spend time with you before I tell them and make their heads spin." He lifted me from the ground and spun me around like he used to do when we were at the beach.

Our reunion was, however, quickly interrupted. "Annie, are you babysitting for someone?" "Not exactly." I took his hand and led him upstairs, the door facing us was ajar. He followed me, but stood by the wall, away from the crib. "Hey baby boy. Don't you cry, not now. Be happy." I turned back to Finnick, cradling baby Finn in my arms. "Finnick Odair, this is your son."

His jaw dropped, he was as shocked and confused as I had been when I opened the door to see him. "Annie, are you serious?" I nodded. "I found out I was pregnant a few days before I saw you die." A tear escaped my eye, and I didn't know why. "Why don't you come over here and say hello?" He didn't seem sure. "I promise you Finnick, he is your son." We walked to me and Finn, tears in his eyes. "Hey baby, this is your Daddy." I whispered to the crying infant. "Annie, he's beautiful. He looks so much like you." I was surprised to hear him say that, I was convinced he looked exactly like his Dad. "Do you want to hold him?" "I don't know. Will he cry? Well, cry more than he is now." "You won't know if you don't try." I handed him to Finnick, "Wait, what's his name?" In the emotion of the moment, it had slipped my mind to tell him. "Finn. I named him after you." "You didn't have to do that Annie." "I did. He was the only part of you I had left, I couldn't have named him anything else." Right now wasn't the time to mention it was Katniss who had suggested I name him after his father. "Why not Finnick Junior? Why Finn?" "Finnick Junior would have been a little too painful." He lightly kissed my lips, Finn getting a little squashed between us.

As soon as I moved away and completely let go of him and Finnick held him for the first time, he started to yell. "Oh. Annie, take him back, he doesn't like me." "No, he just doesn't know you yet. Just talk to him and be kind, he'll stop crying. Oh and make sure you're supporting his neck and head." I moved his arms so he was supporting his fragile form right. "Don't cry little Finn, Daddy's got you." I wiped his tears, and kissed his forehead. "You're so good with him Annie, you know exactly what to do." "I had to learn, it was just me and him so I had to learn and I had to learn fast. Talk to him Finnick, he'll love the sound of your voice. It always helped me." "How are you doing with that Annie?" I shook my head. "Not here, not now. Later. Get him back to sleep first." "Shh little boy, go to sleep. I can't believe you're my little one, I'm so lucky to have you and your Mummy." I was in awe, he was a total natural. Finn was asleep again almost instantly. "Annie?" "Put him back in the crib, be very gentle." "I'm not sure I can." "You can, I know you can" and he did, perfectly. "Goodnight little one." I whispered to him as we left the room.

"You're wonderful with him Finnick." "You really think so?" "I really do." He grinned, his smile stretching from ear to ear. He took my hand, "How have you been doing Annie?" I wanted to lie and tell him I'd been fine, but I was always honest to him. "It's been hard Finnick. It's made me a terrible mother, I've been forced to ignore him for hours until it went away. He wasn't safe around me when he was born, that was when it was worst." "But I'm back now, you'll be fine now. And if you have one of your moments, I'll be able to look after Finn."

We sat together for a while, not knowing what to say but knowing inside that there was so much that needed to be said. "Finnick?" "Yes Ann?" "Make love to me." "Ann, I don't know." "Please Finnick, it's not like we haven't done it all before, and something wonderful came from that. You've been gone for a year, I thought you were dead and…" he cut me off by crashing his lips to mine.