Chapter Fifteen
"He's kicking up a storm." I say and rub my stomach.
Finnick places his hand on my stomach.
"Right here." I say and move his hand.
He smiles probably because he can feel the kick.
"You think he'll be into sports?" Finnick asks.
We found out it was a boy and we are both very happy, even though it didn't matter. I'm just going to love him so much.
"Maybe but, he's only moving because he's growing." I say.
Finnick kisses my cheek. Despite it being a boy we decided on a soft green color for the nursery. All the blues looked too blue. We are going to get him a nice blue blanket to make up for it.
"How are you feeling though?" Finnick asks.
I'm eight months pregnant now. I never got that far with Olivia. I'm worried almost everyday but my doctor keeps saying everything is fine, that everything is normal.
"I'm fine. I wish you would stop asking though." I say and kiss him.
"Well you always say your feet and back are hurting."
"I have someone else growing inside me of course I hurt." I say with a smile.
Finnick kisses my cheek.
"I just want to make sure." He says.
I nod.
"I do loath maternity clothes, most are too cutesy." I say.
"You mentioned it before." He smiles. "Almost every time you go shopping for some."
I nod.
"We should talk names sometimes, preferably soon." I say.
"Anything you fancy?" Finnick asks.
"Not right now. We should look into it." I say.
"We are not buying a book though." I say and he smirks.
"What's the matter?" Finnick asks as he watches me sitting on the sofa watching television.
"Nothing." I say and rub my stomach. "I think baby and me didn't like the food at the restaurant." I say.
He nods.
"Here." Finnick says and hands me the Tums.
"Thanks." I say.
I'm starting to get a little déjà vu. I remember sitting on the couch with Finnick having a stomach ache and then going to the hospital.
"You sure you're okay?" He asks.
"Yeah, I'm just thinking about Olivia." I say. "I've been thinking about her a lot recently. Olivia was very sick by this time." I say.
"I know me too." He says and kisses the top of my head.
"She was dying." I whisper.
"Ann, don't look at it like that." He whispers.
"Until the end of my pregnancy I'm going to be worried… so worried." I whisper.
"Annie everything is fine." He says.
I nod.
"Hello Annie." Christina says and comes into my office.
I see she is carrying a box.
"What's that?" I ask.
"Package left for you." She smiles.
I take it from her. She lingers behind probably wanting me to open it.
I do and then smile.
"What is it?" She asks.
"Something one of my writers gave me." I hold out the small glass rocking horse. There was a rocking horse in one of his books that is somewhat plot important. "It will go great in the nursery." I whisper to myself.
"For your baby?" She asks.
I nod.
"It will look nice on the nightstand next to all of his toys." I say with a smile.
"His?" Christina asks.
"We're having a boy." I say.
"Congratulations." She says and smiles at me oddly.
"Is that it?" I ask nicely.
"Oh, yes." She says and leaves my office.
I smile at the small rocking horse and put it back in the box carefully.
"Your blood pressure is very high Annie." The door says a little alarmed.
I'm at the doctors to get a normal look at. Finnick couldn't come with me this time. He wants to save up as much time as possible before our son is born. He wants to be able to spend time with me after our son is born. He wants to help take care of him.
"What? Why?" I ask.
"Have you been feeling overly stressed?" She asks.
"I am now." I say.
She smiles.
"Have you been taking your prenatal medications?"
"Yes." I say slightly afraid.
"Stress levels and high blood pressure this late during pregnancy can have negative results."
"Negative-"
"I'm suggesting bed rest-"
"For the rest of my pregnancy?" I ask because that would be almost a month of lying around doing nothing.
"Why don't we wait until your next appointment and see." She says.
My next one is in two weeks.
I cradle my stomach.
"You're sure he's alright?" I ask.
She smiles.
"Let's take a look." She say and starts to roll the gel around my stomach.
I can hear his heartbeat, she does turn down the sound so she can just look at him.
The very detailed ultrasound pictures are wonderful and slightly gross at the same time. Sometimes it scares me to realize another life is growing inside me.
"His heartbeat is strong and he is growing and developing at the right speed." She says.
"So he's okay?" I ask.
"Yes. He's very healthy. You just need to take care of yourself now Annie." She says.
I nod.
She hands me some tissues to wipe up the gel.
"I'll see you in a few weeks Annie. Remember, stay off your feet and try to avoid salty foods." She says.
I drive home, when I get home I call work and clients to tell them what's up.
I lie down on the couch and start watching Netflix. Yes, technically I'm supposed to be in bed but I'm lying down and watching Netflix. I would be doing the exact same thing in my bedroom. I want to wait until Finnick comes home first. I don't want Finnick to search the house for me.
"Annie." I hear Finnick whisper.
I open my eyes. I must've fallen asleep.
"Finnick." I say through a yawn.
He kisses my forehead.
"Are you okay?" He asks and smooths my hair. "How was the doctors appointment?" He asks.
"It was okay. I mean she told me I had to go on bed rest." I say.
"Why?" He asks.
"High blood pressure." I say. "But he's okay." I say and rub my stomach.
Finnick nods.
"Did she say how long?" He asks.
"She said she would see after my next appointment. Which is in two weeks and you should probably drive me." I say.
Finnick kisses my cheek.
"I was going to go with you anyways."
He looks at me strangely.
"What?" I ask.
"If you're supposed to be in bed why are you out here?" He asks.
"Lying on the couch, lying in bed I don't see much of a difference." I say.
"Well I do." He says.
"Finnick." I whine. "Can't I eat dinner down here first?"
"Just for tonight." He says. "You probably shouldn't walk up and down stairs so much."
"Fine." I say.
Finnick basically orders me to go to our bedroom afterwards.
"Where are you going?" Finnick asks as I sit up.
"The bathroom and I think I can handle myself." I say. I didn't get up just to use the bathroom. The baby is pressing up against my ribs making me uncomfortable and a little hard to breathe.
"You sure?" He asks.
I roll my eyes.
"I'm not an invalid." I say.
"You're not supposed to be walking around." He says.
"It's not like we have a bed pan besides, this is temporary." I say.
I go to the bathroom and stretch trying to get him to move into a more comfortable spot. It helps a little I don't think lying down will help the pain go away but me walking around and standing isn't good for him.
"Sweetie try not to hurt Mommy." I whisper.
We I go back in bed I lean against Finnick.
"You know since we are just sitting here we could talk about names." Finnick says.
"Possibly." I say.
"We didn't argue that much over Olivia." He says.
"That was different Finnick, she was sick. We probably would've agreed on anything." I say thinking of the memory. We were driving home for the first time. We were leaving her at the hospital. Finnick did make suggestions but I ultimately won. He did get the middle name though.
I breathe in and out deeply.
"I don't think so." He says and kisses my cheek.
"I think we should wait until we see him to make sure the name matches his personality." I say.
Finnick smiles.
"Well then I can't wait." He says.
"Me too."
A/N: I usually name Finnick and Annie's son after Finnick but I'm willing to take suggestions (it isn't a guarantee if you give one.) you can leave them in the comments or message me.