Cinna:

I place my hand on top of her bulging middle thinking about the miracle that was forming inside her. The best thing about it was mine and I am allowed to be with her. Ella's head rests on my shoulder and stares out of the window to stare out at the rest of the Capitol. She has been so strong through this whole process, but being fifteen and pregnant is not on top of every girl's bucket list. She was a strong young girl and I knew that is the reason why she won her games.

Everybody has heard about the baby news, from the Capitol all the way to District Twelve. My father at first just disowned me, kicking me out of the home and forced me to find my own place. Anyways, I needed somewhere for my child and future wife that was our own. So I found an apartment that had two rooms and had a view of the Capitol. A couple of weeks before we went to her fifth month or twenty week ultrasound my father came with and had a change of heart. He bought everything for his new grandchild, decorating the small room into a child's wonderland. I finally remembered why him and me had a great relationship when I was younger; he always was there for me.

Snow was the worst out of all the reactions. He looked as if he was ready to kill either Ella or me. Seneca also was on Snow's side, with eyes set to kill. However, they knew that they would have something much worst on their hands and decide to let us live the rest of our lives out. Our wedding was set three days after she gives birth to our son or daughter. I am already counting down the days; it should be less than a month already.

"Cinna? What time is it?" Ella asks with a yawn escaping her lips.

I smile, "seven o'clock. You have been all day, dear."

She looks up at me with her sleepy eyes, "I am sorry Cinna, I am just really sick of being pregnant. By the way did you get the results from the doctor? I want to know the sex of our baby so we can think of names."

"Elizabeth said she will bring them over once she is done with her Capitol client," I whisper to her, hoping she would fall back asleep, "do not worry about sleeping all day. I have had a nice time just cuddling with you."

"Okay," she pushes her head cup on my shoulder and gently falls back into her dream world. I run my fingers again through the black waves of her hair. When I hear a gentle knock on the door, I pull her off carefully not to disturb Ella's slumber. I tip toe over to the door to find Elizabeth's smiley face staring at mine. "Do you have the papers?"

"Yes of course I do," she lifts of a vanilla envelope with the numbers "G-090909" scratched in front in marker, "may I come in?"

"Of course you may," I step out of her way and let the victor enter. She walks past me, looks to see if Ella was up and heads for the kitchen table. Elizabeth takes a seat at one of the tables and opens up the envelope and takes out the papers. She scatters them, all of them in little piles lined up perfectly.

I take a seat next to her, "okay, so what do you want to know about the baby?"

I sigh, only if Ella was up, "well I guess she wants to know the gender of the baby so she can think of names. Maybe what his physical features maybe would be something else I would like to know."

She pushes up her glasses and smiles, she digs through one of the piles and finds five papers and searches them up and down. "Well your baby is going to be a boy, congratulations. What else you want to know?" her thick accent makes it seem like a joke, however her smile gives me a sense of security.

"How about the hair color and eye color of the baby?" she asks, "I would love to know. I am hoping for a boy with Ella's eyes and hair. "

She looks through her papers again, "well he is going to have dark brown hair, and auburn eyes. Basically he is a mixture of both of you. Anyways Cinna, I will leave this with you, but I have another client before I leave tonight at one. Good night, and say see you later to Ella for me." Elizabeth gets up, making her way through the door, flashing a smile, and exits out of the apartment. I slump back in the chair and think about my child. I cannot help think about what life is going to be like in a couple of weeks. Shaking off any bad ideas that are stuck in my mind and return to my lovely girlfriend.

Ella's face was undisturbed; still her wonderful slumber still was intact. I shake her body gently, whispering, "Ella, get up darling and come to bed with me." An eye opens up peer at me and she pulls herself up and grabs onto her hand. I help and lead her to our bedroom and lay her down on the bed. I close the door behind us and climb into bed next to her. She yawns, but rolls over and lays her head on my shoulder.

I just watch Ella sleep; she was an angel when she slept. I try to be like her and close my eyes. At first it does not work, I am worried if something was going to happen tonight. However, when I do fall asleep I am relaxed and worry free. My dreams had a different story.

I dream of my son's birth, and the first time that Ella is holding him in her arms. He is wrapped in a light blue blanket and has a bracelet with the code "G-09090909" on it. There are a couple of other visitors in the room, including Beetee and Wiress and my father. Flowers that are pink and blue are scattered throughout the room, some with notes and some of them from passerby.

"Do you want to hold him?" Ella asks, "Cinna he is your son, too." I nod my head and pick up the small bundle of joy. He looks up at me with his blue eyes. I smile at him, giving a kiss on top of his forehead. I turn to Ella who is smiling, but looks much worse. I turn my attention back to the baby, but when I turn back to Ella she gets much worse. I see that until she is motionless and her heart rate and pulse is gone.

Letting Beetee hold my son, I rush over to her and scream, "Ella, you better wake up! Do not leave me." Tears were running down my face as I hold onto her pale hand. I was distressed, and when my son starts crying I start to wonder if I was going to go on.

"Cinna! Cinna!" I hear Ella's voice, at first I think it is my conscience; however, I open my eyes to find Ella fully awake and alive, "Okay good, why were you screaming my name in the middle of your sleep?"

"I had a fear of losing you," I whisper into her ear, "I love you, Ella."

She smiles, "I love you, too Cinna. Now since we both are awake at three in the morning do you want to think of baby names? Did Elizabeth come over when I was asleep?"

I flash her a smile back, "Yes, she did. The baby is going to be a boy."

"Yay!" she looks down at her abdomen, "I think we should name in Elie."

I think about it for a second, but I ask, "why Elie?"

"If you spell out the letters of Believe, the middle of them is Elie. I believed that I could survive the Hunger Games and it turns out that I won. It is a name of respect and how I over came my past," Ella puts her hand on top of her middle, "he is the sign of life for me."

"Okay then, I see why you like that name, he should be named that," I kiss her on the cheek, "now his middle name better be some variation of Cinna. It has been a tradition in the family for years where the father's name usually is changed in his first-born son's name. That is why my name is Cinna, after my father Sienna."

"That is fine," Ella whispers, "how about Cinna, but with a y?"

"Yeah, I think that is what we are going to have to do, it is easier that way," I smile at her, and put my arm around her chest. She just lies there and stares me in the eye. I knew that this was a right decision.

A/N:: I apologize for the shortness of this chapter and I tell you the next one will much longer. So, I apologize again and I will start up on the next one. :D Thank you all for reading and reviewing!