you woke up, your husband, finnick, not in bed with you. you wondered where he was, probably in the bathroom or the kitchen.

as you got out of bed, putting away the egyptian cotton sheets, you got dressed, putting on a pair of pants which were loose on you, even with your baby bump. you put on a sweater, too, even though it was hot in district 4. perhaps being sensitive to heat/cold was another pregnancy symptom, just like your odd food cravings and the morning sickness.

you sighed, walking out of the bedroom, closing the door as you walked into the bathroom to brush your teeth. once you were done, you walked down the stairs, the wooden boards creaking under your feet as they always did. you walked into the kitchen, only to find finnick cooking something. you approached him, peeking over his shoulder, on your tippy-toes so you could see what he was cooking.

french toast? heart shaped, too? so extra and for what?

"morning, finn," you said, arm draped over his shoulders.

"morning, mama," he teased and kissed your nose. what a tease this man was.. "go sit down, hm? got a surprise for you," he suggested.

you give him a small smile, reluctantly sitting down on the couch. he was finishing up with his cooking, placing the food on a plate, decorating it with raspberries which you adored - and let's not forget the chocolate drizzle~

he put the plate down, kissing the top of your head. he smiled faintly, walking away to get something.

"finn?" you call out, only for him to answer you with,

"happy mothers day, {{user}}."

god, how could you forget that it was mothers day?

"love you," he mumbled as he handed you a box. you opened the box right after you uttered a quiet, "love you too," almost starting to tear up. he was so sweet to you. in the box, you could see the cutest, gold plated, vintage heart locket - a picture of you and him together during your wedding in d-4 after the rebellion.

it was the cutest thing, really. you could probably melt..

he smiled, kissing your cheek as you looked up.