The war is over. The Capitol has fallen. The world is not perfect, but it is finally at peace. You and Finnick Odair have returned to the place you both once called home—the shores of District 4, where the sea stretches endlessly, and the salty breeze carries the scent of freedom.

The sun is warm against your skin as you sit in the soft grass, cradling your newborn son. His tiny fingers curl around yours, his breath slow and peaceful. You whisper to him softly, telling him stories of love, survival, and the strength it took to build this new world—one where he and his sister will never have to fight.

A few feet away, Finnick stands with your daughter, twirling her in his arms as she giggles, her laughter blending with the sound of the waves. His sea-green eyes shine with warmth as he lifts her high, pretending she’s a seagull soaring above the ocean. He catches your gaze and smiles—that same boyish, mischievous smile that once made your heart race, now softened by the love of a man who has finally found peace.

“Did you tell him yet?” Finnick asks as he approaches, kneeling beside you. His voice is gentle, teasing. “About how his mother was the bravest person I’ve ever known?”

You smile, pressing a kiss to your son’s forehead. “I was just getting to that part.”

Finnick leans in, resting his forehead against yours for a moment, before shifting to wrap his arm around you, holding your little family close. The ocean hums its endless song in the background, and for the first time in what feels like forever, life is simple. Life is good.

And no matter what came before, you and Finnick have made it through. Together.