She hugs Prim back. Of course she does. Those in District Four have always been one of the more physically demonstrative districts, standing close to each other, hugging, bumping into friends, kiss of greeting. Annie's missed that. Missed being able to be close to people, and then being in the Capitol with a cell, in District Thirteen. It's been months since she's been able to go back home, but she's still getting used to being able to be normal again. Or, as normal as she's ever going to get.
Prim's not giving her a straight answer, and Annie notices. Oh, does she notices. She's done that kind of dodge herself, more than once. But she's not going to poke at the girl, not just yet. Not when she's just gotten off a train.
"That's...that's really kind of you," Annie says, and means it. "Thank you. I hope it does."
For Finnick's sake. Annie has always been attracted to his beauty, since the time she started to recognize that she could be attracted to men and their looks, but that isn't why she loves him. It isn't even close to being on any lists of why she's stayed with him throughout all these years and hardships.
But she does know him, her ridiculous peacock of a husband.
"Baby's fine. Not doin' somersaults anymore, but I guess it's all gettin' cramped for him. Or her."
One of the machines the hospital has now is an ultrasound, mostly for injuries. But the tech, a woman from the Capitol with spiky gold hair, had told her it was used on pregnant women, too. To check on the baby. To even find out if it's a boy or a girl.
Annie's baby decided to take after her, and be shy. Except the delight and wonder at seeing her baby on a screen, chubby-cheeked and healthy and her baby had meant the disappointment is only a glancing wave.
"And I feel...hot and heavy and the most awkward I've ever been in my life, but I'm told that's normal."
Particularly in City One's tropical climate.
"But, I guess I'm feelin' okay. Nervous, so, I'm trying to be busy."
Maybe, she should be resting. Probably. She's certainly tired. But there are things to do - the hospital, but while Marigold is concentrating on that, Annie's been working on other initiatives. The kind of sly preparation for the baby which does not involve actually officially preparing for the baby, because Annie's a superstitious woman.
Her head doctor says it's another way her illness - because, apparently, that's what's wrong with her - manifests itself, but her head doctor is from Thirteen and Annie's from Four.
Superstition is how it goes when life is unpredictable.
"Glad to have you here, Prim. It means a lot. Thank you."
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Prim's not giving her a straight answer, and Annie notices. Oh, does she notices. She's done that kind of dodge herself, more than once. But she's not going to poke at the girl, not just yet. Not when she's just gotten off a train.
"That's...that's really kind of you," Annie says, and means it. "Thank you. I hope it does."
For Finnick's sake. Annie has always been attracted to his beauty, since the time she started to recognize that she could be attracted to men and their looks, but that isn't why she loves him. It isn't even close to being on any lists of why she's stayed with him throughout all these years and hardships.
But she does know him, her ridiculous peacock of a husband.
"Baby's fine. Not doin' somersaults anymore, but I guess it's all gettin' cramped for him. Or her."
One of the machines the hospital has now is an ultrasound, mostly for injuries. But the tech, a woman from the Capitol with spiky gold hair, had told her it was used on pregnant women, too. To check on the baby. To even find out if it's a boy or a girl.
Annie's baby decided to take after her, and be shy. Except the delight and wonder at seeing her baby on a screen, chubby-cheeked and healthy and her baby had meant the disappointment is only a glancing wave.
"And I feel...hot and heavy and the most awkward I've ever been in my life, but I'm told that's normal."
Particularly in City One's tropical climate.
"But, I guess I'm feelin' okay. Nervous, so, I'm trying to be busy."
Maybe, she should be resting. Probably. She's certainly tired. But there are things to do - the hospital, but while Marigold is concentrating on that, Annie's been working on other initiatives. The kind of sly preparation for the baby which does not involve actually officially preparing for the baby, because Annie's a superstitious woman.
Her head doctor says it's another way her illness - because, apparently, that's what's wrong with her - manifests itself, but her head doctor is from Thirteen and Annie's from Four.
Superstition is how it goes when life is unpredictable.
"Glad to have you here, Prim. It means a lot. Thank you."