Assassin's Creed (c) Ubisoft

We're part of a story, part of a tale. Sometimes beautiful, sometimes insane; no one remembers how it began! - Within Temptation

Summer, Mohawk Reservation

Everything happened quickly after that. Connor had explained to his parents the following day what had happened to him; how Lee had saved him and dropped him off at the hospital with the file on Braddock. Later that day, Connor had went with his mother to Haytham's firm, meeting up with Shay, who also had more evidence on Braddock, they went to the police department and handed over everything. Connor still remembered the look of relief on his mother's face when the captain of the homicide department said he'll take care of everything and that she needed worry about Edward Braddock ever again.

Much to Connor's surprise, they had ran into Aveline after dropping off the files. He hugged her awkwardly, and graciously accepted his phone, which had been in her keeping since the night of his capture. In a way he was glad his mother was with him, since Ziio didn't tease him publicly about the blush on his cheeks after Aveline left. If his grandfather had been here, he probably would never be able to show his face to Aveline again.

Haytham was released from the hospital a few days later. He still needed help around his apartment, so Ziio agreed to stay with him, while Edward took a bus back to Eagle's Point. Connor still couldn't believe it. He had a family, a whole family, like he always dreamed of. It only got better after his father's caste came off, since Haytham was finally able to propose to Ziio, who happily accepted.

There was no grand wedding ceremony. Instead, the three of them went down to the court house where Ziio and Haytham signed some papers, and Ziio officially became a Kenway. That spring they went on a honeymoon of sorts, to the Hoh Rainforest in Washington State. Connor spent that time up in Eagle's Point with his grandfather, and surprisingly Aveline, since one of her relatives lived up there as well and was a crewmember on Edward's lobster boat back in the day. Though neither of his parents were present for his fifteenth birthday, he still got gifts from them, one from his mother and two from his father. He treasured them greatly.

It was now summer, and as per Haytham's agreement they were at the Mohawk Reservation, getting ready to do the traditional coming of age ceremony of… live grasshopper eating. Connor was dressed in a tee shirt and jeans, having claimed to have done this when he was thirteen. Ziio had somehow found old ceremonial clothing that her grandfather wore that would fit Haytham.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this, Raké:ni?" Connor asked, sitting on a log opposite Haytham. He had spent last night with Kanen'tó:kon in the fields, eating grasshoppers. "Nobody will think less of you for not doing it," Connor eyed the gathering crowd of his tribe, a mix of his mother's family and random folk that wanted to see Haytham Kenway make a fool of himself.

"Connor, I'm going to do this. If you say this is an important tradition among your people than I'm going to do it," Haytham said. Many people in the crowd had to bite this cheeks and lips to keep themselves from snickering too loudly.

"Alright," Connor said, "we're ready Grandmother."

Ziio's mother was a tribal elder, and stood only four feet and ten inches tall. Her silver-grey hair was done in two thick braids and she leaned on her gnarly old walking stick. In her hand was a closed jaw, with two live grasshoppers in it. "Remember, no puking for at least two minutes," she said. Connor and Haytham nodded, and accepted their grasshoppers. Connor eyed his for a moment, let out a quick breath and bit it in half before he could think of anything else. He chewed with swiftly before eating the other half of the insect. The crowd gave a small little whoop.

"Go on," Connor urged his father. "Eat it."

"It's just so… ugh," Haytham said, still staring at his wriggling grasshopper. The insect tried to free itself, and nearly succeeded after biting Haytham on the thumb. The bite must've done it for Haytham for he quickly ate the insect, looking horribly queasy as he did so. "Ugh… I think I'm going to be sick."

"You can't puke for two minutes!" Connor said, as the crowd half-laughed and half-cheered at Haytham's success. Connor snorted into his hand, still surprised that his father actually at the bug.

Later, when things had settled down, Connor confessed. "You know there is no such tradition," Connor said, glancing at his father and then the slow moving river.

"I know, your mother told me last night," Haytham said. Connor's jaw dropped, before he smirked, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "But that doesn't mean I can't do this," Haytham said and pushed his son into the river.

Eight years later

Haytham adjusted Connor's bowtie. "There, you look sharp," he said, patting his son on the shoulder.

"Are you sure it's straight?" Connor asked, running his hands along his hair before adjusting the bowtie.

"Leave it alone, otherwise you'll mess it up! It's straight, trust me," Haytham said, slapping his son's hands away from his neck. "Stop being nervous."

"I can't help it," Connor mumbled as he began to pace. "What if she stands me up? What if we get a divorce next month, what if—"

"An asteroid falls from the sky and kills everyone?" Haytham finished. Connor huffed, scowling at his father. "You're going to work yourself into a fit, son. Relax."

"Easy for you," Connor pouted. "You aren't he one getting married."

"I've been nervous plenty of times before, some of them involving your mother," Haytham said. "You should smile; this is a special day for you."

"Do you think she loves me?" Connor asked.

"Of course she does, she said yes," Haytham patted his son on the shoulder. "Now, why don't you get out there and wait like every man has done for centuries."

"I don't think I can… all those people," Connor grumbled.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton," Haytham said, though it was slow. Connor looked at his father. He knew when Haytham was serious, since Haytham hardly ever used his first name. "You are finding excuses. Stop it."

"Alright," Connor huffed. He glanced at himself once more in the mirror. "I can't do this," he sighed, deflating.

"I ate a grasshopper, and gods' know what else I've eaten to please your mother and her family! You can do this, son. Now get out there. I'll be sitting down with the rest of the guests."

"Raké:ni," Connor whispered.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

Haytham sighed, before a small smile graced his lips. He hugged his son. "I love you too," Haytham said. "Relax, it'll be fine." He pulled away, gave Connor a quick pat on the shoulder before leaving the tiny room. Connor stared after his father before he too left to wait for his bride.

When the music began to play and the doors open to reveal his bride, Connor never expected anyone could look so beautiful. He was proven wrong the moment he laid eyes on Aveline in her wedding dress. The dress was satin and white as new fallen snow, contrasting beautifully with her dark skin.

In a way, Connor was thankful that Braddock was the criminal bastard that he was, for if his mother had never witnessed the man killing someone, she would have never gone to Haytham. None of this would have happened and he probably would be getting married now. Phillipe handed his daughter's hand over to Connor. "Take good care of her," he whispered before kissing his daughter's cheek. Connor nodded, too caught up in the emotion to risk speaking. He didn't really listen to what the priest was saying, he didn't remember mumbling I do either or slipping the ring onto Aveline's finger. He did remember kissing her though. He always liked kissing her.

Six years later

Haytham hung up the phone with a weary sigh. He felt like getting too old for this. His elderly father, who seemed to refuse to die not that Haytham really wanted him too, but still, was asleep in one of the rooms of the house. He and Ziio were in charge of the two little hellions, while their parents were way.

One was a boy, with a serious face and a wavy haired head, his dark locks falling into his vivid green eyes. The other was a sweet face girl that belied her dastardliness, her dark hair done in braided pigtails. "When are they going to be home?" Ziio asked form her seat on the couch, since she was reading a story to the two small children, ages five and four.

"They forgot the cake," Haytham said with some level of exasperation. Ziio frowned.

"How did they forget the cake?" she asked.

"I don't know, but they forgot it!" Haytham said, as he walked over to the couch.

"I'm not getting a cake?" the boy, Edwin, asked.

"No, you're getting a cake, Edwin. Your parents just were silly and forgot it so they'll be back a bit later than what they were planning."

"I'm not getting a cake," Edwin pouted while his sister giggled into her hand at his misery. Haytham wondered which side of the family she got her devilishness from.

"Mama an' Daddy never forget my cake!" Zéphyrine said, she spoke oddly well for a four-year-old, and Haytham liked to think she got that form the Kenway side of things. Edwin pouted and muttered something, which Haytham didn't catch nor understand. Ziio elbowed the boy, which lead Haytham to believe it was something in Mohawk. He'd have to speak to the children's father about what he says in Mohawk, since clearly the two demonically cute things were picking it up.

"Your parents are bring home your cake, Edwin," Haytham assured the boy.

"But what if they never come back?" Edwin asked. Haytham pinched the bridge of his nose.

"They are coming back," Haytham sighed. "Come, lets go see if your great-grandfather is still alive."

"Don't say that Haytham," Ziio chided.

"What? The man is over a hundred," Haytham said.

"An' I'm still right as rain," Edward said from the doorway. Haytham looked at his father, old and shriveled like a prune now, but still right as rain as he claimed. "Death knows I'll fight 'im so he has to take me unawares."

"How does he do that?" Edwin asked.

"By takin' me in my sleep, he's always lurkin' in the shadowy corners, so I sleep with one eye open these days."

"Dad, don't go putting nightmares in their heads," Haytham grumbled as he watched his grandchildren's eyes widen.

"Ya still a killjoy Haytham," Edward muttered as he shuffled over to a comfortable chair. "So, where are they?"

"They forgot the cake, so they'll be here a bit later," Haytham said.

"Really? Forgetting the cake on their own son's fifth birthday," Edward sighed dramatically. "That's bad luck right there."

"Bad luck?" Edwin asked, hopping off the couch and trotting over to his great-grandfather.

"Aye," Edward said, as Haytham sighed in frustration. "When you blow out your candles, none of your wishes will come true."

"Dad, don't go putting such things into his head! He's five-years-old with a very active imagination!"

"My wishes won't come true?" Edwin gasped, he turned his grandfather. "My wishes will come true right, Grandpa?"

"Of course they'll come true, Edwin," Haytham said, kneeling down to face the small child. "All birthday wishes come true, in time."

"Not if they forgot the cake," Edward chimed in.

"You are not helping the situation, Dad," Haytham snarled, trying to keep his grandson from bursting into tears.

"When are Mama an' Daddy coming back?" Zéphyrine asked.

"They said they were five minutes from the house when they called," Haytham said. "Shortly, I should think."

"Zéffie be a dear and fetch your great-grandpa some rum," Edward said.

"Dad, they don't keep rum in the house," Haytham snipped.

"What's rum? Is it candy?" Zéphyrine asked, Edwin perked up too at the mention of candy.

"No, it's not candy and—"

"There is some in my luggage," Edward said.

"We're home!" a woman's voice called out. Haytham glanced at the ceiling and muttered a quick prayer of thanks.

"Mama! Daddy!" the two children shouted, springing up from their seats and running towards the door. Edwin got there before his sister on account of sitting next to Edward's chair.

Haytham watched as Connor and Aveline embraced their children. Ziio had rescued the highly important cake from Connor. "Why isn't his Mohawk name on it?" she asked.

"They couldn't spell it. Even though I wrote it down for them, that's why we forgot it because they had to redo it and we went shopping to pass the time," Connor explained.

"Next time I'm making the cake then," Ziio grumbled, as she walked towards the kitchen.

"Your cakes are like eating rocks," Haytham grumbled. Ziio scowled at him. "Though, I'm sure Edwin would love it," Haytham quickly agreed.

"You know what this party needs," Edward said, getting to his feet with a groan.

"What?" Connor asked, as he shooed Aveline off to get the presents. "We already got presents."

"No, it needs something a bit more lively," Edward said with a mischievous grin and Haytham instantly knew where this was going. Before anyone could stop him, Edward shouted, "Rum and wenches for everyone!"

"Dad!"

The End

Thank you all for reading. I wasn't planning on having the grandkids appear, but the "they forgot the cake" line wouldn't leave me alone and I wanted to include it in the story. Edwin is five (or just turning five) and Zéphyrine is four. Connor also gave them Mohawk names, alas, since I don't speak Mohawk or know anything about the language, who he actually chose well remain a mystery. Gave Edwin green eyes, since Aveline has green eyes.

Thank you all so much for reading, especially MohawkWoman, who's constant reviews, living and entertaining discussions help me push on through with this story. She is part of the reason why this story got finished opposed to the fate all my stories end up having: Abandonment.

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