Andy
The first time I see him, all I can think of is Finnick. How his eyes resemble Finnick's, how Finnick would have loved to see him being born, whether Finnick knew that I was pregnant. I miss him so much, yet I'm still coping. I'm alive at least. I hold him in my arms tightly and I'm never ever going to let go of him. I'll promise him, just as Finnick promised me but I'm going to keep this promise. He's part of Finnick, part of me and for that I love him. It's selfish loving him because I love Finnick but he's my son I'll grow to love him for who he is. I'll never love another man though. Never. Finnick was mine, I was his. I love him, him only. Despite the letter that he had gave me that said he wouldn't mind. I don't care though. I'll be happy without anyone.
I hold my son close to my chest and breathe in deeply. I'm back in District Four, back home though Finnick's not with me. I still go swimming everyday in the sea. Remembering the times with Finnick I spent on the beach. I stroke my child's head. "Hey," I tell him, "I'm your mom, Andy. Your dad can't be here but he loves you very much."
He closes his eyes and falls asleep. The nurse comes up to me and says, "He's a lovely baby." There used to be no hospitals in Four but under President Paylor they were introduced in the Districts. They're good, I suppose.
"Yeah," I reply fondly, "he takes after his dad in the looks department. He's got the same eyes."
"I can see that and he also looks a lot like you." she says smiling at me. A tear comes to my eye and she asks, "Are you ok?"
"I've been worse." I sniff laughing at my own joke, "it's just I wish he could have been here, he'd of loved to meet Andy."
"You miss him." she states, "and there's nothing wrong with that. Writing letters helps, or it helped me when my dad died. I used to tell him how I was, what was going on. You should try."