The cool seabreeze blew through the air and the gulls called out over the beach. Annie clutched his hand, her fingers interlocked with his, her head resting in the soft, dry sand. It was overcast, on the brink of rain, but she didn't care. It was peaceful out by the shore, a moment away from the yelling and the tears and the arguing they'd had in the house.

"I'm glad I'm not pregnant," she remarked quietly. "I don't think I'd be able to live with the noise."

Finnick smiled. "Me, too. I love you."

For the Caesar's Palace prompt set: Serendipity.