O.o oh my...third random story that came to my strange mind...I kinda hate how it turned out, mainly because since summer started, my vocabulary dropped considerably (ZOMG where's my dictionary!). So, tell me what you think please!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Ubisoft.

The sun's rays gently showered over the village of Masyaf, giving it an aura of sanctuary. Night turned to day, the birds woke and began singing their dawn melodies, everything was just so alive. Mornings like these gave the citizens a cheerful attitude towards the coming day, where they could walk around the small town and bring tidings to the others. Men bartered with merchants, women gossiped to friends, and children would play for hours under the shade of trees.

Meanwhile, up in the fortress, Grandmaster Altaïr had just awoken from his peaceful slumber. He sleepily opened his eyes and looked down at the being curled up beside him with her head on his shoulder and both hands on her expanding belly.

Maria was heavy with child and expecting to give birth soon, as it has now been nine months since she told Altaïr of the news. He smiled when he remembered the way his lover looked at him, absolutely shocked when he proposed marriage a few weeks after the incident on the tower. True, when they met one another at the bureau, it was Altaïr who spoke first, offering the marriage. He remembered how he was incredibly shy, but that meekness quickly left when Maria told him of her unexpected condition. It only enforced his decision.

The reason for their 'foolish marriage', as Malik had put it, was that Maria was no longer a Templar, but she now carried the child of an Assassin. Both men knew she wasn't safe in Acre, or anywhere in the world, because Maria had assisted the Assassin at Cyprus, killed her own, and her former 'comrades' would likely come after her for her treason. But that was not the only reason why he proposed that she come to Masyaf with him. Even though he felt he never could never admit it in public, he loved her with all his heart, and just to have the women he loved with him for the remainder of his life was something he would never pass up.

Malik had warned him of the consequences of bringing a Templar into Masyaf: betrayel, distrust, disarray, and the possibility of other Templars invading the village just to burn their traitor. Altaïr only acknowledged the cripple and accepted the consequences. The Assassin only wanted his child and its' mother safe from danger.

Altaïr felt his wife stir slightly in her sleep. He looked down to see her face had contorted in slight discomfort and he began to worry. The Assassin placed his hand on her large belly and smiled when he felt his child had been kicking random areas of its' mother's belly and then responded to the father's hand. Altaïr looked back at Maria to see that she had opened her eyes partially, still adjusting to the light of dawn.

"Morning," she muttered as her hand rested over Altaïr's, their callused skin rubbed together as the lovers laced their fingers into a tight weave.

"Morning," he replied, gently kissing Maria's forehead. Altaïr pulled his wife as close to his body as her pregnancy could allow before placing another kiss on her lips. He brushed her black, curly hair out of her face before asking, "how did you sleep?"

Maria closed her eyes, scrunching her face when the sun suddenly brightened and fell upon her head. She stuck her tongue out, lolling it with disgust as she said with much distaste, "Our child woke me up with his constant kicking. I really have to thank you for planting this seed, husband. Remind me, once I give birth, I wish a challenge from you in the training ring because I am eager to make you feel my pain." Maria smiled at Altaïr, letting him know she was only joking.

Altaïr chuckled at the incredibly amusing face she made. He gently hugged her before removing himself from their bed to dress in his Grandmaster robe. Behind him, he heard Maria sit up as well to reach for her pregnancy dress hanging across the room. Due to her large belly, buckling knees, and sore arms, she had trouble sliding into it, but it didn't stop her from figuring it out for herself.

Altaïr chuckled as he watched Maria throw it up in the air with frustration, but when he walked towards her, she squatted down to pick it up again, determined to figure out the puzzle by herself. "Here," he gently took the cloth away from her, placing it over her head. Maria huffed, but eventually gave in and allowed her husband to slide it over her body. Once her dress was adjusted to give her freedom to move and not feel so tight around the belly, she turned to Altaïr. Maria smirked at him before standing up onto her toes to reach his lips, planting a firm kiss and one he gladly answered.

Dragging the kiss, she stepped off her toes and smiled when Altaïr stumbled slightly to keep their lips locked. They both chuckled as Altaïr led Maria down the stairs from their bedroom to partake in their daily research.

Ok, short, sweet, and to the point. Not sure if I will continue this and make a plot, or just turn this into cute one-shots of fighting, pregnancy, parenthood, and maybe flashbacks. I had thought of this when I woke up this morning (started this on July 2) and was just thinking of random things about my favorite couple.

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