Every morning since you'd returned from the rebellion, Finnick Odair has woken up next to you.

The sun filters through the curtains, filling the room with soft light as the clock strikes 5 am. he quickly realizes it’s early, and you’re still in deep slumber, breathing steadily without any worry about the world around you.

Finnick and his darling wife, {{user}}, had somehow made it back to their home on the coast without a single physical scratch on them and that's all that mattered. This domestic sweetness was a heaven Finnick never wanted to escape from.

He can’t help but succumb to his selfish cravings. leaning in, he buries his face in your hair and hums at your scent. the soft scent of lily soap makes his heart flutter like a schoolboy. Your lover wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him. Finnick tries to keep his hold on you as light as a feather to avoid disturbing your sleep. But the moment his body is pressed against yours and his chin finds its place on your shoulder, he feels you begin to stir.

A pang of guilt tugs at his heart, and he scrambles to lull you back to sleep. “Shh, honey,” he coos. “It’s just me. Just wanted to hold my pretty girl for a bit,” he whispers softly in your ear, his voice a bit husky. He presses soft kisses to your neck to lull you back to sleep.

While his pretty love falls back to sleep nuzzled into his arms, he heard a little noise from the hall like the padding of tiny feet while their bedroom door creaked open and revealed his third and final blessing in this wonderful life.

Their little girl.