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Decisions

Chapter 1: With Child

Haytham's POV

I try endlessly to convince her to stay.

"Ziio, I think we could have an amazing life together! Please, stay in Boston with me, marry me! I will cater to your every need!"

I was never one to beg but, I couldn't risk losing her. We bicker frequently over this topic quite a lot now.

"Haytham, I love you, but my people need me. We have been over this many times before. Besides, Boston would not accept a Native into the city without endless trial and mocking! I refuse to be subjected to such nonsense."

She should know that with my line of work, I would never let her encounter such things.

"How can I convince you to stay?" I asked her this desperately.

"Guarantee me that I will not be your toy. You are a very handsome man; I have no doubt you attract women from all nations."

"Ziio, you have my word."

I nodded solemnly to add emphasis to my agreement. If Ziio didn't want my eyes to wander, I would not let them.

"Very well."

~three months later~

Ziio and I have been married for three months, now. I have abided by my promise, we live in Boston. I told the order not to let rumors spread about Ziio, all the city knows of our relationship. They say nothing; most of them too afraid of my wrath to speak against our marriage. I currently sit in our den, reading a book about Boston's history. Ziio sits adjacent to me; she appears to be drawing something. Curiosity gets the best of me and I ask her what it is she's drawing.

"I plan to go to my village tomorrow with some supplies. The people are always inquiring what our house looks like, so I thought I'd sketch it for them."

She replied. She goes to her village often, most of the time by herself. I hate knowing she's out alone, but she doesn't prefer me to come. Which I suppose is okay, Charles and I have much to discuss anyway.

"Well, that was quite nice of you."

"Love, I've been meaning to tell you something."

"Hm? What would that be?" I close the book in order to grant her my full attention.

"I've been feeling rather nauseous as of late, so I went to a physician. He believes I am with child."

She smiles at me awaiting my reaction. All I think about is the next heir to the Templar Order. Oh, finally the person next in line! I have been searching for someone to take my place ever since I started recruiting people when I first came to America. This is perfect!

"Ziio, I say this to you absolutely truthfully! That is the best news I have heard in my life!"

Her smile enlarges to a full-on tooth-showing grin. I walk to where she sits, after setting her sketchbook on the coffee table. I begin to shower her face with kisses. I will finally have my heir.

~Seven months Later~

Oh, the horrors I have witnessed! Ziio has recently finished giving birth to our son; I've never been cursed at in Mohawkian so much before. But, in the eyes of my thirty-minute-old son, I know it was worth. Ziio and my son to be named later sleep peacefully, gone from the world; unknowing to the challenges that the Order and I face daily. This child I hold will have so much responsibility upon him in a time-span of a few years. I do not wish to inform him of his duties too early, but there is a fire in him that tells me it will not be an easy task.

A/N: Sorry it's so short, but I can't open up a story with long chapters. What'd you guys think? Now today, be a friend by READING and then REVIEWING! THANK YOU!