Chapter 32
Finnick Pov.
Saying that I'm mad would be an understatement. I'm so incredibly furious. I hate the Capitol, even without a president like Snow or Coin, I still hate it. Paylor has been doing a good job, but she could've done something about the rumor. She could've stopped the show from using that tape.
I wonder if I can figure something out, something that will help us stay away from the Capitol.
What if we made a camp on the beach until this died down? Finn and Angie have break coming up, we could take a nice long camping trip on the beach. Where they cannot bring cameras, because of the water.
There's nothing I don't love about my ocean.
I lay down next to Annie and she lays her head on my chest.
"Finn," Annie whispers.
"Yes, Ann?" I ask.
"We're going to get through this, just like everything else. As long as we have each other, we will always find a way." she tells me.
"I know." I say.
We don't talk, and it's a nice silence.
"Hey Annie?" I whisper.
"Yea?" she asks.
"If you live to be a hundred years old, I want to be one hundred years old minus one day. Because then I would never have to go a day without you."
She turns a light pink. "I love you."
"I love you more than words can describe, Annie." I say.
She kisses my cheek.
"Ew, you're sick," she glares at me. "Just kidding, just kidding. Even when you're sick I love your kisses."
She smiles.
"The soup!" I remember, we both laugh a little. "I'll be right back."
I try it and it tastes pretty good. Annie can make it better than I, but I wouldn't admit that to her.
I bring it up with a glass of water too.
"Aw, thanks sweetie." she says, staring at the soup.
I laugh a little and put the tray on her lap. I watch her eat it slowly.
"Is it good?" I ask.
She nods, and continues to eat. Once she finishes I take the dishes she used and clean them and put them away. I run to a restraunt and get food for the kids. I'm done cooking for today. I also pick up Maggie.
Then I go upstairs and fall asleep with Annie in my arms.