He wanted to rush to her, to sweep her up into his arms, to whisper soothing words that would get lost between them. But, somehow, Finnick found that he couldn't move. What words could he say, that would explain his presence there? The explanation of magic seemed so paltry, somehow.
And then the child had started crying, and Finnick's attention was caught. He had never thought of Annie becoming a mother- they'd never had that luxury of planning a family, not when they knew that the child of two Victors was almost assured a place in the Games. But now, watching her soothe the child in her arms, Finnick couldn't imagine her any other way. She was still Annie, yes- his Annie- but... he shared her now.
"I don't always understand, either," he offered, quietly, after a moment. "Katniss told me what happened, but it- it hadn't happened, in my own time. Not yet. I- I didn't even know that you were with child, when I left." Would he have left, if he'd known? The thought had wracked his mind ever since she'd been here, before, but he still didn't have an answer.