Quick rant: I started watching this show Torchwood on Netflix, and it's so good, but the only thing I've done for the past week is watch this show. Anyway, I just finished season three and the writers fucking (pardon my French) killed off a fantastic character in my FUCKING OTP, and the other character in my FUCKING OTP killed his own grandson, so I'm writing this to distract myself from the pain.

Sorry about that, but at least I'm updating on time! There's a poll on my profile that you guys can vote on about the middle name of Finnick and Annie's baby.

Annie's POV

Finnick's parents decided they would stay a few days to see the city and try to get to know everyone better, something I am very grateful for. All of us (excluding Gale, who has to work) are having dinner and playing some games at the house tonight. My parents and I are cooking, Finnick and Johanna are putting together some games, and Peeta and Katniss have agreed to clean the house (which is kind of a disaster). I really want everything to go well tonight for reasons I don't completely understand.

"Annie, darling, are there any food restrictions for anyone?" my mother asks me.

"Mrs. Odair is allergic to peanuts, and meat makes me nauseous, but I think that's all," I reply.

"Meat makes you feel sick?" she questions.

"Yeah, it has for a few weeks," I answer.

"You know, when I was pregnant with Nathan, even the sight of seafood made me sick. The struggles of pregnancy, huh?"

"Yeah, so far it's been rough," I murmur, flipping through the pages of a recipe book.

"Oh, but honey, when you hold your child in you arms for the first time, it is so worth it. You just look down at that tiny, squirming creature, and you realize that you made this. You made another human being. A human being who depends on you for everything. Who you intend to protect with your life. Oh, Annie, it's such a surreal feeling."

"I'm sure it is," I say. "I'm sorry that I couldn't protect your baby, Mom."

"Oh, Annie, that's not what I meant," my mom wraps her arm around my shoulders. "That wasn't your fault. It was only the fault of the bastards who set that building on fire."

"I miss him so much sometimes," I whisper to her.

"I do too, darling," she says, brushing my hair with her fingers. "I'm sorry for bringing it up."

"Don't be," I tell her. "You're right. I'm sure I'll feel that way when my baby is born."

"Trust me, Annie." She smiles at me. "You'll love it."

Gale's POV

"I can't believe you have to work," Johanna says to me as she puts on a bracelet. "Everyone else will be here."

"I know, it sucks, but it's my job," I grumble.

"Seriously, it's absolute shit! It's going to be so boring without you!" She wraps her arms around my neck and pecks my lips. Suddenly a mischievous smile appears on her face. "How much longer do you have before you have to go?"

I glance at my watch. "Fifteen minutes."

She undoes the first button of my white, button-up shirt. "I can think of something we can do to fill that time."

I grin. "I like where your head's at."

Peeta's POV

"Honestly, how can they leave their stuff lying everywhere?" I ask, as I pick up another one of Finnick's socks off the dining room table. "It doesn't seem possible."

Katniss adds another tally to the white-board under Finnick's name. Katniss thought it would be a good idea to find out who left the most of their stuff lying around the house. The current standings are:

Annie: 2

Me: 4

Katniss: 7

Gale: 13

Johanna:16

Finnick: an alarming 32

"It's quite an impressive feat," Katniss agrees. "What's more impressive, however, is that out of the seventy-four things we've found, twenty-eight of them have been socks. How do we lose so many socks?"

"It's pretty ridiculous," I say.

Katniss laughs and flicks her braid over her shoulder, and I realize-not for the first time-how pretty she looks when she smiles.

"You should smile more often," I tell her.

She raises an eyebrow at me. "And why is that?"

"You look pretty when you smile."

"And when I'm not smiling?"

"You still look pretty. It's just more obvious when you smile."

"Well, thank you, I guess." The corners of her mouth twitch upwards.

"Anytime."

Johanna's POV

"So, what types of games do you play at your house?" I ask Finnick.

"My family's pretty big on Trivial Pursuit. My parents love that."

I roll my eyes. "Of course they do."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he questions.

"Nothing, it's just not surprising. Your dad's a professor, your mom's a doctor, and your sister's becoming a lawyer. It's just the type of thing for smart families."

He thinks about that for a moment before shrugging it off. "What about your family?" he asks. "What did you play when you were younger?"

"Well, we mostly played Paintball and Capture-the-Flag, but I doubt your parents would enjoy that."

"You don't say?" Finnick mutters sarcastically. I decide not to respond.

"What about Charades?" I ask. "Everyone like Charades."

"Charades is good," Finnick agrees.

"How about poker?" I suggest. "I used to play that with my brothers all the time."

"My parents actually used to have their friends over for poker night . . ." Finnick says. "They love all card games."

"So, Trivial Pursuit, Charades, and poker? That's what we're playing?" I say.

"Yeah," Finnick confirms.

"Then we should really go buy a deck of cards and a Trivial Pursuit board."

I know this chapter was pretty short and the ending was bad, but please review anyway! Also, be sure to vote on the poll on my profile!