Johanna smiled faintly. "You know, I can see Finnick wanting to keep the baby. The way we grow up back home, even the District he's from... it's not the best. We don't really have the chance to have healthy families. Here? It's completely different. And in that case, I really do wish him -- and you, obviously -- even more congratulations."
Because the island was pretty much the perfect place to raise a family.
At Chloe's comments about pregnancy she tilted her head thoughtfully. "Shit, I'm all over the spectrum anyway, how would people be able to tell I'm having mood swings?" she joked. "No, but seriously... I imagine it's all worth it. No matter how scary it probably is, it's worth it." A shrug. "I was a terrible sister and a terrible daughter, though, so I'm probably not the kind of person you want being a mother. Just yet, I mean, obviously I'm supposed to be a mother at some point along the line." And she would do it. Knew she could do it. But it'd be terrifying, she was sure. She'd have people, though -- Finnick, at the very least, and hopefully the baby's father -- and that would make it far less terrifying.
But really, she'd faced far more terrifying. She'd faced the Games, faced a rebellion. Motherhood... was far more terrifying, yeah.