There had never been any trials, at least not fair trials, in the world that Annie knew. She'd found it absolutely fascinating, sitting in judgment of a person and deciding whether they were innocent or guilty based on the evidence that was provided. Even after the attempted stabbing, which had sent her running away - physically and mentally - she had still been totally absorbed in the trial, sitting in her seat with her hands folded on her lower belly. She remembered thinking that, aside from the obvious benefit of having Finnick here and in spite of all the difficulties that this world presented them, it might actually be a good place to raise a child. A fair place, where everyone had the choice to be innocent or guilty.
And now Emerson was dead. That harsh reality had hit her hard, in a different way than the violence she'd actually witnessed. Even this world wasn't fair. And yet - if that man had really murdered those children - could she really blame them for having wanted their revenge? Even if she hadn't had a child growing inside of her, she would have sympathized with them.
Nevertheless, it was murder. She hadn't seen it, so her mind was relatively clear, but she was upset. It was wrong. All of it was wrong, and it felt... unfinished.
She had cried a couple of times, and quietly worried a whole lot more. It probably would have been a while before she put all of it behind her, except for the doctor's appointment. They'd put it off because of the complications with the trial, but now that was over, and Annie was grateful to have something positive to do. Something besides sitting around worrying over what all of the recent events had meant. Their baby already served as an anchor for her, tying her to the present, to the good things in the world. The awareness of the life growing inside of her had drawn her back to reality multiple times already and it did the same now.
She lay on the bed with her shirt pulled up to her ribs to expose her stomach, holding Finnick's hand, her other hand resting on the slight bump underneath her navel that was slowly getting bigger. While they waited a few minutes, she smiled at Finnick (a bigger, more genuine smile than she'd worn in a while).
And then they were putting gel onto her stomach, and it was cold on her skin, but she forgot about that a moment later when the image came up on the screen. Annie stared at it, fascinated and a little horrified by the fact that she was seeing her own insides, and then - there he was. Her baby. Their son.
Her lips formed an O, and a soft little involuntary sound left her mouth. "Look, Finnick."