Finnick smiled at her when she turned and looked at him. Because he could see everything on her face -- every emotion, maybe a little overwhelming, but in ways that were amazing. He wondered if every parent felt like this. He suspected that might have been true on some level, but he had to imagine that it was magnified for him and Annie, who had been told for so long that they weren't allowed to be and that their son was an impossibility. He came in defiance of so many things. That made him so much more precious to Finnick.
Finnick left his hands warmly across her belly, as if he could offer an extra layer of protection and warmth to Annie and the baby. (In truth, he was so in awe of her, for being able to carry their son, for her body to be able to make their son.) He did everything he could to make her feel safer and more loved in this world, but it was miniscule to what she was capable of doing and would do for Tristan.
He leaned in and nosed her gently before pressing a soft kiss to her mouth.