She was laying on the sofa, eyes closed and sleeping softly.

"Sweetheart? C'mon if you want to sleep, I'll take you upstairs."

"Uh? No, I'm awake. Don't worry, I was just resting my eyes." she opened her eyes and stretched.

"Are you sure? I mean, is there anything you need?"

"Yeah. You."

"Fine princess. Here I am. How are you doing?"

"I'm OK. Maybe a bit tired, but I think it's a normal thing."

"How is she doing?" asked him caressing her belly.

"She's awake, too" answered her placing her hand on her husband's one.

"How do you know that?" he was a little confused.

"Wait, look» she said, then knocked softly with her index on her belly and waited: the baby moved, and Haymitch couldn't help but staring at that little thing that was growing in his wife's body.

"Yeah, she's awake. But you should go to bed now … "

"OK. Fine, as you want, Mr Abernathy. How about helping me?"

"Sure Mrs Abernathy."

He helped his Effs standing up from the sofa and walking upstairs.

The baby kicked again and Effie stopped, grabbing her belly with a worried grin on her red face.

"What's happening?" Haymitch yelled and rounded her hips with his arms, trying not to let her fall downstairs.

"Hay-mitch. The baby. I think … I THINK IT'S TIME TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL."

He drove her to the hospital. Their first baby was going to born. He followed his wife into the operating room and stayed with her through all the time, trying to motivate her and caressing her forehead.

When the baby did born, first of all the doctor let her into his arms that were less strong than usual.

"Effs, she looks like you" Haymitch was so happy that he was crying.

"Let me see, Hay … Oh … She doesn't look like me … You two have got the same eyes' color … She's wonderful."

"You are wonderful, too, Princess."

"Are you crying, Mr Abernathy?"

"No. Yes. I mean... Yeah I am damn happy."

She kissed him and the baby.

"Excuse me, you should choose her name." a nurse was watching them with her two big green eyes.

"Mitch, tell her the name you chose … "

"What? Really? You let me name our little girl?"

She assented and he kissed her again, then turned to the nurse, who was still waiting.

"Maysilee. -said him trying to stop crying- We want to call her Maysilee."