Haymitch sighed happily.
Maysilee was in his arms, resting.
Her blond hair was ruffled and strewn over his chest, and her arms were wrapped around his waist.
He kissed her forehead gingerly.
This was so much more than Haymitch could have ever hoped for.
She was his, and he was hers.
Maysilee was strong and beautiful, the only girl he'd ever loved.
He would never love anyone else.
He couldn't help but wonder if this was all a dream.