“She’s beautiful, Effs.” He leans over to wrap his arm around her, pressing a kiss against her temple. “Got your hair.”
"Got your everything else," she says, leaning into him.
He shoves his other hand deep in his pocket, pursing his lips briefly. “Uh, y’know,” he sighs softly, glancing over at Maelie. “Fine. How’re you, gorgeous?”
"I’m alright. I feel like I haven’t slept in six months, but I’m good," she sighs, watching her daughter sleep. "Isn’t she just wonderful?"
Haymitch holds Effie’s free hand in his own, his thumb gliding over her knuckles. He slowly brings them into the forest, sighing sentimentally at the natural scent of trees. It’s deserted, as usual, making it their favorite place to go. “It’s so nice out,” he mutters under his breath, more than himself than Effie.
She nods in agreement. The forest was always nice. Nice and quiet. She had gotten used to the silence over the past few years. It was welcome, after a life in the Capitol. “So, now that she’s asleep, how have you been?” she asks, feeling likes it’s been ages since they had a real conversation.
Although lacking in many departments, Effie Trinket has a certain determination I have to admire.
“I’m quite fluent in it,” he mumbles, taking them and gently pushing them out the door. “Forest?” he asks, gesturing towards the woods.
"Of course." She gently rocks her daughter, noticing that she’s about to fall asleep. It’s good though, because Maelie wasn’t the best sleeper. Effie can’t remember the last time she slept through the night. She’s exhausted and she can’t imagine how Haymitch feels. This family outing was purposely to keep them from going crazy. The forest felt like a good place to do that, so she follows closely behind Haymitch.
He stops her in the kitchen, smirking ever so slightly. It seemed just like her to overreact over the tiniest things. He grabs her arm, leaning to place a kiss on the top of Maelie’s head. “Maelie. How are you feeling?”
She stares straight ahead at him, reaching an arm out.
"She says she’s fine."
"Oh, like you speak baby," she laughs, rolling her eyes. "Whatever, let’s get this over with."
Haymitch gives a small smile, her enthusiasm never failing to amuse him. He hands Maelie to Effie, and snakes his arms around her waist. “I think you’re more excited about this than you should be, flower,” he says, leading them down the stairs.
"Oh, no, I have the perfect amount of excitement." Well, she at least she believes that. Maelie yawns, causing Effie to make an odd squeaking noise. Everything her daughter did was adorable, and she was growing up so, so fast. "Haymitch, are you sure we should take her out? She seems tired. What if she gets sick? Oh, honey, I don’t think this is a good idea."