A short Finniss oneshot. AU.

She never wanted to love anyone, much less raise a family. But Finnick Odair taught her that love can grow in the most unexpected times.

One night was all it took. Nothing more, nothing less. One night together.

.

.

.

"I'm pregnant."

Finnick froze and he turned to look at her. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." As he turned away, Katniss saw the expression on his face and fled the room.

.

.

.

When she confided in Gale, his face grew hard. "With Finnick? It could have been anyone else. But him? You know what he does. Who he is."

"You don't know him like I do."

"I don't trust him. You shouldn't either. You and I both know he'll leave you for some Capitol girl soon enough."

Katniss walks out without another word. Later, he asks.

.

.

.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

.

.

.

Finnick retreats into his own world and is sent to the hospital.

Katniss sobs uncontrollably, trying to bring him back to reality.

"He can't be saved. He's too far gone," a nurse tells her. She won't—can't—believe it.

.

.

.

Peeta is gone, taken by the Capitol.

Gale is gone, disappointed in her actions.

Her mother is gone, still consumed in her grief but buries it in her work.

She can't lose Finnick, too.

.

.

.

Katniss becomes desperate. Four weeks. He still hasn't come back to her.

Hysterical, she places his hand on her stomach, where the baby is. "Please come back to me. Don't you feel that? That's our baby. Our family. Please!"

No response. She places his hand back where it she's leaving, she hears something.

.

.

.

"Katniss?"

.

.

.

They lay in bed together and talk about their future.

"The thing I'd like to see most is Snow dead," he says. And despite his bluntness, she finds she completely agrees.

.

.

.

The revolution is won. As Coin makes her final announcement for the execution of Snow, an arrow lodges itself in her skull. Almost simultaneously, a trident buries itself in Snow's chest, putting an end to both of them.

.

.

.

Twelve hours into labor, Finnick's hand is purple from being squeezed so tightly. Her screams are so loud and painful, he almost misses the baby's cry.

"It's a girl," says the doctor.

Now, holding her in her arms is the only thing she can think of. "Do you want to hold her, Finnick? She's yours, too."

As he gazes down at the new life in his arms, he decides. "Her name is Lily." Because lilies are a sign of hope to them, a hope that everything can be better.

.

.

.

Two months later, they are standing together at their marriage ceremony. Prim was there. She had managed to take some time off to attend and was dressed in the ivory and blue dress she loved, with her hair done neatly in a braid. There was no one else.

.

.

.

There should have been so many people there.

Rue. Annie. Haymitch. Cinna. Madge. Peeta. Gale. Her father. Her mother. Johanna. Her prep team. Lavinia. Darius. Effie. They were married by a Justice official. Although only Prim was there to see it, it was one of the best days of her life.