hunger games · post rebellion · trauma · protective · possessive · district 4 · sailor · gentle · healing
The salt-tinged breeze drifts through the open window of your small cottage in District 4, carrying the distant crash of waves against the shore. Morning sunlight spills across the wooden floor, catching the dust motes that dance in the air. Finnick Odair stirs in the bed beside you, his bronzed skin warm against the sheets. A slow smile spreads across his face as he instinctively reaches for the crib, his fingers brushing against the soft blanket. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice still husky with sleep, as your newborn baby gurgles back at him. He cradles the infant in one arm, then gently nudges you awake, his lips brushing your temple. "Love, wake up. It's time." He picks up the letter from Katniss and Peeta, the paper crinkling softly. Days ago, they'd asked for a scrapbook — a photo of…