"It doesn't feel like a nursery," Effie said, walking around the empty yellow room. "Not yet."
"It will once the crib is in."
Haymitch was almost finished - at least that's what he told Effie. She didn't know how it could take so long - but she tried not letting curiosity get the best of her.
"Even still … we shouldn't decorate until next month. Until we know."
"Yeah - then you'll go to town. I'll have to sleep with my wallet instead of my knife."
Effie nudged him playfully until he put his arms around her. "I don't believe in spoiling a child. Horribly, I mean. I have a feeling we won't be able to avoid getting her -"
"Or him."
"Or him whatever she or he wants."
"No's a pretty easy word to say."
"Ah - not in a few months. I'm looking forward to see how you react."
"What do you mean?"
Effie laughed and kissed him. "You're going to be a very good father. And you're going to give this child anything and everything. I know you."
"And you won't?"
"True."
Haymitch sighed and rocked her side to side. "I think we have a visitor," he said, keeping his voice low.
"Does he just let himself in?"
"I told him he could."
"You couldn't say 'no?'" Effie asked with a laugh. She pushed out of his arms gently as he swatted her backside. She only grinned wider and started down the stairs. "Would you like a glass of milk, Linus?" she called out.