Connor had to look after his six month old sister Ayita, he promised his mother before she had died he'd look after her. Now, now that she was dead she wanted them to meet their father he couldn't stop asking himself why? Why was this her wish, she spoke of him often of being a prince charming, clever and most of all British. Connor didn't know if it was a burden or a gift to be a mix of British and Native, but he knew one thing to his mother he was special.

-Connor's POV-

"What if he hates us?" I readjusted how I was holding my sister Ayita in my arms.

"He won't trust me" The Elder looked at me with a soft gentle smile which made me relax a little.

"Why did Mother not let us see hi-" I was going to finish but the Elder interrupted me obviously annoyed by how many questions I was asking him, I could tell when I saw him roll his eyes when he looked forward.

"Why don't you ask him when we get there?" The Elder put me on the horse in front of him so me and my sister didn't fall when we rode off for Boston.

-Haytham's POV-

Ziio… Why did you have to go? Why did you have to send me away? If I had been there, I would have been able to save you… Now I get a letter not only surprising me of your death but that we have two children. The oldest a boy of four years and a baby girl not even a year, their names not yet known to me bu-

"Sir?" I looked up to see Charles standing at the end of the table in the Green Dragon Inn.

"Yes, Charles?" I put the letter away not wanting Charles to yet find out of mine and Ziio's little adventure and rid my face of the concerned yet sorrowful expression.

"If I may speak my mind?" I nod giving him the permission to "You seem a little distracted Sir"

"Just some news from Reginald Birch" Charles nodded and turned knowing that this was none of his business, he turned his nose up when Hickey and the others came up the stairs, Hickey as always smelt of alcohol. I had considered telling them, Johnson and Pitcairn would understand and would give me time Johnson perhaps would go further and would want to meet the children. But Church, Hickey and Charles wouldn't Charles would take it far the boy looks up to me and I don't intend on ruining it right now.

-Connor's POV- Later in the day-

I'm really nervous and scared the Elder is pushing us along I'm getting the feeling that we are not welcome in Boston but since my Father lives here I guess we will have to get used to it. As we approached a street with huge houses I started to guess which one he owned, so he was rich? I hope he isn't stuck up otherwise I don't think we'd get along very well, but I guess since Ista loved him he'll be ok. We approached a door that was a dark green the elder knocked, I didn't realise until the door opened that I was holding my breathe.

A rather tall man stood in the door way his clothes blue, gold and red. A red waistcoat under a long blue coat also a tricorn hat on his head his hair also slightly sprouting gray hairs but barely noticeable, he looked down at me, his expression unreadable. He stood to the side to let us in and spoke with the elder for a second then shut the door, I gulped hoping he was kind. He kneeled down to me. "May I hold her?" He asked calmly, I shoke my head I will not let my sister go till I know I can trust this man. He frowned.

-Haytham's POV-

The boy obviously promised Ziio to look after her. Its best to earn his trust first "What is your name boy?" He gave me an unsure look.

"My name is Ratonhnhaké:ton" I should have known Ziio would name him something I could not pronounce, well here it goes.

"Rahonhegeton?" The boy gave me a look I recognised too well, it was the look Ziio had given me after I had pronounced her name wrong. "Perhaps we could give you a nickname no?" He was in thought when I spoke, the boy was studying me and the room.

"What is a… nickname?"

"Something short for your name" We both thought "I guess we could nickname you once we get to know each other" Just then he asked me a question I hoped I wouldn't have to answer.

"What do I call you?"

"Just call me Haytham for now" The boy was frowning at me and giving me an inspecting look like he was trying to read me. "What is the little ones name?" I asked just to distract him, if he is anything like Ziio he'd be able to read me like a book.

"Ayita, I-e-ta"

"Ayita" I repeated it at least her name was pronounceable. He smiled a little then offered Ayita to me I took her she gurgled and opened her eyes to my amazement she had my eyes, but the opposite of the boy she had Ziio's face structure. They were truly my children, the boy had wondered out into the back garden where the dog that I usually feed was sitting he was petting it, I see him. "Hound-lover" I whisper. "What do you think of Connor?" The boy jumped a little not knowing I was there he thought then smiled.

"Yes" He liked it and it seemed to suit the boys handsome looks, Ayita and Connor my daughter and son…