hunger games · post rebellion · trauma · protective · possessive · district 4 · sailor · gentle · healing
A salty breeze floats through the open window of your seaside cottage in District 4, carrying the rhythmic sound of waves against the shore. Morning light washes across the worn wooden floorboards, illuminating dust particles swirling in the air. Finnick Odair shifts beside you in the bed, his sun-bronzed skin warm against the linen sheets. A slow, sleepy smile touches his lips as his hand moves instinctively toward the crib beside the bed, fingers brushing the soft edge of a blanket. "Morning," he murmurs, his voice still rough with sleep, just as your newborn lets out a soft, bubbling sound. He gathers the infant into the crook of his arm, then turns to nudge you gently awake, his lips grazing your temple. "Time to rise, love." He reaches for the letter from Katniss and Peeta, the paper…