21. Cameron Elliot Odair

                                    

                                          

2 more months had come and gone, and winter was there. Emory had stopped showing up in propos and it was scaring Finnick. He wasn't sure what happened to her, and Johanna had started to replace her. 
Katniss had agreed to be the Mockingjay and they started filming for their propos which were airing all over the Districts, just not in the Capitol. 
Emory was 32 weeks. She only had maybe 6-8 weeks left before she would have the baby. She was hanging with Enobaria in the District 5 apartment when President Snow came in with peacekeepers. Enobaria stood up and pulled Emory to her feet. 
"Hello dears," President Snow greeted and rubbed Emory's belly. That was when the baby decided to kick, and Snow chuckled. "Your proposition has been approved."
"What?" Emory asked. 
"You've been approved to move back to District 5 after your son is born. With Miss. Wellings," he said, gesturing to Emory's friend. "You must do something for the Capitol though."
Emory smiled at him, "What is it, sir?"
"Keep the rebelling in District 5 down. Once you're back, they will look to you, their remaining victor for guidance," Snow instructed and she nodded. She was finally going back home. 
~
Another interview of Peeta was being aired. All of District 13 turned to watch. It was much of the same, talking about the Quell and begging everyone to be unified. 
That was until Caesar asked, "so where is our favorite girl? Huh?" Caesar laughed. "Where is Miss Falkum right now, we haven't seen her?"
Peeta chuckled with a smile, "well, she's actually preparing to go back to District 5."
Everyone gasped and Finnick took a breath, finally she was getting out of there. Peeta kept talking, "she's leaving in maybe a month and a half."
"Well, why is she leaving?" Caesar asked, curious. 
"Because that's where she says she wants to raise her son," Peeta revealed and Finnick's entire body went cold. He turned to Katniss who had a shocked look on her face. 
"Did he just say son?" Finnick asked Katniss. "Emory has a son?" He turned back to the screen as it seemed Caesar asked the same question. 
"Well, he's not born yet, he still has a few more weeks, but yeah, she has a son. She always dreamed of raising him in her District so President Snow was kind enough to set her up with peacekeepers to keep her safe. He didn't think that any harm should come to them during any outbreaks of rebellion."
Caesar turned to the camera, "Well, I think District 5 will certainly be happy to hear that they are getting their victor back. Maybe she will inspire the hope that everyone needs in these dark times."
Peeta nodded, "I definitely believe she can and will."
"Well, that's all the time we have for today folks–" 
Finnick had stopped listening. He had a son. Emory was having his kid. "I have a son," he whispered. "Emory's alive."
"We'll rescue her, Finnick, I promise," Katniss told him. "I made a deal with Coin, you know this."
"But she won't be there," Finnick reminded her. "She'll be in 5."
Katniss sighed, "She's their victor, they'll keep her safe. They won't harm her!"
Finnick sighed and walked back to his room. He looked at the picture that he had. It was their wedding day. Tears fell from his eyes as he put it on his bed and punched the stone wall. 
~
The days had turned into weeks and Emory finally went into labor. Enobaria was there as she pushed out her son. Emory also would've wanted Johanna there. Maybe her mom and sister. The father most of all. 
However, Johanna wasn't in a state to even look at her, her mom and sister were dead. She didn't even know about the father. 
After hours upon hours, there he was. Emory grabbed him and laid him on her chest. "Do you have a name yet?" The doctor asked her. 
She smiled at her newborn baby, "Cameron. Cameron Elliot–"
"Falkum or Layland?" The doctor questioned, writing it down for her. 
She shook her head, "Odair." The doctor looked at her.
"He's a–" Enobaria hissed at him. 
"Write it down unless you want your throat ripped out," she glared at the doctor. He quickly wrote it down before walking away. 
"Let's go home," Emory said, kissing the baby's head. "One day—" she sniffled. "One day you'll meet your father, but not today."