Chapter Twelve
"You know I hate moving, right?" I ask Finnick as I open a box.
"Yes I have been told." He smiles.
"I believe you have said it every single time we move." He says and kisses my cheek.
Finnick and I found a nice place. It's actually a house. It's nothing special but it's ours. It has three bedrooms and a nice kitchen. Finnick and I took awhile to pick the perfect one that we both loved but it was worth it.
Buying a house is the thing that made me feel like an adult. It's the most expensive thing a person will ever buy. I want to spend the majority of my life here.
"It's not just the packing though. It's the unpacking and figuring out where to place everything." I say as I haul out kitchen appliances. "We never did figure out what to put in this room." I say and motion to the room across from the family room.
"The people before us used it as a dining room." Finnick says as he puts dishes in the cabinets.
I shrug.
"I guess. We just don't have lots of parties or guests." I say.
"We can." He says and looks around. "As much fun as unpacking the kitchen is, I think setting up the bed frame is more important." He says and kisses the top of my head.
"Why? Because keeping a mattress on the floor is white trash?" I tease.
"Well… kinda." He says and heads upstairs.
"This place is nice." Johanna says.
"Finnick and I think so as well." I say.
We've lived in the house for almost a month and still haven't unpacked everything yet. I guess you don't realize how much crap you have until you pack it all up.
Work has been busier as well. With people leaving and getting hired it has been a bit chaotic. Most days I come home just wanting to go to sleep. I think it's the move as well. I haven't figured out my whole routine yet. I still don't know the fastest way to work but, I don't think I would get fired for showing up a few minutes late.
Johanna nods.
"This was my grown up moment." I say.
Johanna snorts.
"Well, everyone does have one." She says.
"It's probably going to be the most expensive thing Finnick and I will buy." I say.
"I'm curious as to what the other bedrooms look like. I mean you and Finnick only have your bed."
"No we had a guest room at the old place." I say.
"And the third bedroom?" She asks.
"Finnick thinks it should be a nursery." I say softly.
"Well that would be something ideal." She says.
"It would be but, there's no baby." I say.
"There will be."
"I guess. It's just...things in that area haven't been going well so-"
"You gave up." Johanna says.
"No, I just stopped caring as much. If you don't have such high expectations you won't get as hurt." I say softly
"Does-"
"Finnick knows. Even though he hasn't said anything, he knows." I say. I know they say communication is the best thing for a relationship but sometimes saying nothing is better.
I massage my temples. This subject is starting to give me a headache.
"You okay?" She asks.
"I'm just getting a headache." I say.
"Finnick said you've been having lots of those lately."
"It's just the move."
"And you're tired." Johanna adds.
"I'm not depressed if this is where you're going."
"I know you're not depressed. I'm just saying, maybe you're pregnant."
"I'm not." I say. "It's just a headache and sometimes I'm drowsy."
Johanna looks at me strangely.
"Every time you got sick you thought you were pregnant."
Not anymore. I think to myself
I sigh.
"Let me make you the dinner I promised. You will be the first guest to eat here. Consider it an honor." I say and she snorts.
Johanna spent the night. She was only in town for a few days, it was nice to see her and show someone our new house.
"You okay?" Finnick asks at breakfast.
"Yeah, I just have this headache." I say. "I've been getting lots of headaches recently."
"You have been stressed with work and moving." Finnick says.
I nod.
"Yeah." I say.
Finnick can tell something else is bothering me but he doesn't ask.
"I need to go to the store so I can fix the wire on the back of the clock." Finnick says.
The wire snapped causing the clock to fall to the floor yesterday. Thankfully the clock didn't break because it was a wedding present.
I nod.
"Please just don't hurt yourself. You weren't the best when putting up the pictures." I say with a smile. He almost put a nail through his hand. Finnick really shouldn't be allowed to handle any tools.
"Don't worry." He kisses my cheek. "I won't. Besides, we got 911 on speed dial." He teases.
I roll my eyes.
After Finnick leaves I clean the dishes and head to the shower.
I can't stop thinking about Johanna's comment last night, about how I might be pregnant.
I think I would've noticed but, I've basically been denying myself of thinking I can get pregnant. I've gotten upset too many times to think I am.
I open the bathroom cabinet and see the pregnancy and ovulation test kits.
I take a pregnancy test kit out. If I just take it Johanna's voice will be out of my head. I won't have to keep thinking I'm pregnant.
I place the test on the counter and take a shower. I know by the time the shower is up the test will be finished.
While Finnick's at the store I start doing laundry. I love that we have our own washer and dryer now. No more going to the laundromat.
While folding laundry I start to feel hazy so I take a brake and lie down on the couch.
It will only be for a few minutes. I think to myself.
When I wake up on the couch I see it has been an hour. I turn my head and see Finnick sitting across from me.
"Annie?" He smiles.
"Sorry fell asleep, thanks for not fixing the clock." I say knowing he would be making a decent amount of noise if he tried.
He's still smiling.
"Why are you smiling at me like an idiot?" I ask still drowsy.
"Weren't you going to tell me?" He asks and walks towards me.
"Tell you what?" I ask through a yawn.
"That you're pregnant." He says.
I sit up slowly. I can feel the static from the couch stick with my hair.
"What?" I ask.
"You left the test on the bathroom counter." He says and kisses me.
"I didn't look at it." I say.
"Why not?" He asks.
"I knew it would say no." I say softly.
"It didn't say no. It said yes, maybe that's why you're tired all the time." Finnick says excited
"Is this really happening then?" I ask slightly happy. I'm still in deep doubts.
"Yes." He kisses me. "We're going to have a baby." He says.
"Is it ironic that you're telling me this?" I say.
Finnick kisses the top of my head.
"No. It's better." He says and kisses me while my hands rest on my lower abdomen.