-I don't think it's fair that Finnick died. It was totally unnecessary and Annie already had it hard enough. This is a story about if he had lived. If you have a problem with my opinion on Suzanne's ending for Finnick then don't read or comment. Also, give me a break, this is my first shot at Finnick and Annie fanfiction.-

One day before the Rebellion(a.k.a. Finnick's "death" that will not happen in this story…)

I open my eyes. My arm is still wrapped around Annie. My new wife. I look over at her with a smile. She is still sleeping. She is beautiful. Her wavy dark red hair in a loose bun. Her freckled white skin glowing. Long brown lashes resting on the hollows of her eyes. Her lips aren't huge but they are in a relaxed line.

My lips gently brush her cheekbone. She is a light sleeper. Her sea green eyes flutter open and she turns her head.

"Good morning," I smile at her.

"Morning," she says flashing me that smile that warms me inside and out.

Our lips gently touch.

"Alright, wife, you've got me for twenty-four hours. What do you want to do?" I ask.

She frowns and curls into my chest.

"Please don't go," she breathes.

"Annie, don't worry about me."

"What if something happens to you?"

I can hear the tears in her voice.

"I survived The Hunger Games. I survived The Quarter Quell. I've survived the rebellion thus far. I think it's apparent that I can take care of myself," I chuckle rubbing her bare shoulder.

"But what if it's different? I didn't marry you to become a widow, Fin. I'll be left alone. I have nobody but you," she cries.

I wrap both my arms around her and kiss the top of her head.

"Oh, honey, don't worry about me."

"I can't be left alone again. I'm crazy enough as it is without having my husband killed," she mutters.

"You are not crazy, Annie. Don't say that," I say sternly.

She nods into my chest and sniffles.

"Everyone knows it. I'm crazy. Absolutely crazy. I hear voices. I see Alec get decapitated every time I close my eyes…"

Alec. The tribute she had competed with from our district. One of the reasons she had lost it. I hated it when Annie said she was crazy. She was not crazy. She was perfect. She was my Annie. My wife.

"Annie, you aren't crazy. Say it. Say it," I whisper.

She cries softly.

"I'm not crazy…" she says quietly.

I kiss her head again and she holds me tighter.

"Fin, stay. Don't leave me alone. If you die… Fin, I can't be alone," she says releasing me and turning her head to face me.

I sigh and looked into her tormented eyes. Then…an idea comes to me. I prop myself up on my elbow and feel my eyebrows knit together.

"You won't be alone if something happens to me tomorrow, which it won't, if we use today to do something…"

She purses her lips and mimics me, propping herself up.

"What?"

I gently pull her to me. My heart pounding. I've never been so nervous. Especially around Annie. She runs a hand down my bare chest.

"What, Fin?" she asks.

"You won't be alone because…because you'll have a part of me…"

"Mmm, what do you mean?"

I sigh and stroke some hair from her face.

"I mean…today…make a baby with me…" I whisper.

She turns her head to me. Her eyes wide.

"What did you just say?" she whispers.

I look up to the ceiling and bite my lip.

"You don't have to. I mean…it's your decision too. I'm only saying that…today…since we're married…we could uh…try for a kid…that way you wouldn't be alone…even though nothing is going to happen to me…"

"Well, how about if you make it back…we can have a baby…That way you have a lot of reasons to come back…" she replies.

"Annie, if you don't want to have children yet just say so," I say giving her a comforting pat on the shoulder.

"It's not that… I just want to give you something to fight to come back for…" Annie shrugs.

"Annie, my wife, you're all I need to fight for. Plus, if you're Annie, my pregnant wife, I mean… I don't know how much more I could ask to fight for. My wife AND a kid inside her waiting on me? There's not much more I could ask for," I chuckle.

She laughs a little too hard(as usual) and looks up at me. Her eyes sparkling.

"So what do you say, Annie Cresta? Will you make a baby with me today? Will you do me the honor of having my child?" I ask bringing her fingers to my lips.

She smiles at me ever so slightly.

"Finnick Odair, my husband, I would love to have a baby with you today," she whispers.

And we get right down to it…

We must have done it twenty times. The only reason we stopped was so I could go get lunch. Gale made some remarks about me and Annie having some fun together and I confirmed his suspicions with a wink.

When I return to me and Annie's room, I have a tray with two glasses of orange juice, biscuits and jam, chocolate covered strawberries, chicken breasts and a dozen of her favorite cookies.

She sits on the bed in my button up shirt. Her hair piled high on her head in that messy bun I love her to wear.

She looks at the tray and rolls her eyes.

"What?" I ask climbing onto the bed.

"We don't know if I'm pregnant and you've brought an excessive amount of food for me," she laughs softly.

I set the tray down on the bed.

"Well, I don't know when I'll get to eat again after today so I need to fill up. Also, if you have my future son in there, he needs to be well fed and strong," I say pointing to her stomach.

Annie rolls her eyes and grabs a strawberry taking a bite.

"When do you think we'll know?" I ask.

"I'll go see the doctor in three days. By then he should be able to tell me," says Annie.

I lean forward and kiss her neck. I hear her let out a soft laugh. She's beautiful. Stunning. She is perfect. She possibly has a part of me growing inside of her. Annie is the most perfect and beautiful thing on the planet. She is all mine. I am the luckiest man on earth.