If we burn } Finnick Odair

Epiloge

I walk outside sitting beside Finnick on the edge of the sand our feet barely touching the water. A soft breeze that caresses my cheek greets me. A little thing Finnick and I believe is Mags. Finnick's arm wraps around my waist pulling me closer to him. I glance at the Ren in the sunset looking beautiful as usual. We feel at peace. Laughter from a little ways over finds its way to my ears instantly making me smile. Our blonde haired little girl and our other blonde baby chasing after our oldest boy. The two struggling to keep up with him. Archer's Finnick made all over. From his golden hair to his sea green eyes. His mischievous yet loving personality. Never hesitating to be there for his siblings. Finnick says Berkley is me made over. She has the freckles and the eyes. She hates being cold and always looks before she leaps. Kodi, even though he's barley two already has an extravagant personality. He kind of reminds me of Johanna with his ability to act on complete impulse without hesitation. He's the youngest automatically the wild child I guess. I never wanted kids. Then I fell in love with Finnick. We didn't want to bring children into a world like we had before. Now five years later we have three beautiful children who I would fight another war for. Katniss and Peeta fell in love to say the least. If you told us that around six years before now we would've laughed. Now if you seen them their love wouldn't be questioned. It'll definitely be a while before they have kids and that's fine they're still so young and have a long road of healing ahead like the rest of us do. We sort of hoped Johanna would come and live here with us. We didn't want her to go back to nothing but no matter how much you hate your district at then end of the day it's your home. We see her a couple of times a year. Every birthday, every holiday. And as we promised we call her every single day, she was the first to find out about each kid, and yes we visit her in seven too. It's a little hard sometimes but we still manage to do it. Finnick still sleeps with a trident nearby a knife sits in my nightstand drawer. The memories forever haunting us and though it's not as common as do the nightmares. The first month back was the worst. We had to adapt to a life here on our own without Mags. Knowing we almost lost one another too always raises the what if question in our minds. "If you could do it all over would you?" Finnick looks over at me. "I'd do it a thousand times to get the same outcome." "A thousand? I don't know Finn isn't that a little much?" He does a sarcastic thinking face before shaking his head. "Nope, this was worth it. Spending forever with you and these kids. Not mention never having to worry about sending them to the games." "Was there anything you would've done different?" "A lot of things, but there's more things I wouldn't have done any different." He places a kiss to my head pulling me even closer to hug him. We still have a lot more healing to do. Hopefully we'll reach a point in our lives to where we won't sleep with a weapon close to our beds. Hopefully we'll reach a point to where we can tell our children about our lives before them. Hopefully we'll even be able to set foot on the capital streets without feeling as if the air in our lungs was gone. They say when one door closes another one opens and that's just the case. The darkest days have ended and our brightest ones are just starting to begin.

The end