"Think how fat I'll get if I live with a little Peeta," Finnick answers, and he tries to keep his tone serious. Honestly, and he knows this is going far too sappy, he knows he'll be incredibly lucky if their son grows up to be at all like Peeta.

"It is my fervent hope," Finnick quips as he leans in to rescue his son from where Johanna is staring at him.