As the sun rose from its slumber,seeping through the ajar window, rays of new light fell upon Edwards face. His tired eyes slowly opened as he groaned. Propping himself up with his arms, he surveyed the large bedroom. *yawn* "what a night! When she said she had some fun in store for me,she wasn't kidding! Where has she gone to? " he thought to himself. As he rubbed his eyes a smile grew on his face as he recalled the great fun he had the night just before. Hauling himself out of bed, he called out "I know you're hiding from me lass!" he chuckled, "come on out!" As he began to dress, he could hear suspicious noises coming from just outside the door. What sounded like faint thumps leading up the stairs and to his door were loud and obnoxious in the ears of the assassin. Alert and cautious he slowly reached for his hidden blades that were placed near his bed side as a precaution. Hey Assassins need sleep too. Again he called out to her "come on out, no more games. Now isn't the time. " he frowned. Still no response. "come now. I'm serious."He creeped out hesitantly towards the door ready at a moments notice to spring out and attack. As he reached for the door handle he took a deep breath in and Swoosh! What was waiting behind the door shocked the living shite out of him!
"surprise!" there was Jennifer standing before him holding up a cake." it's your birthday!" she smiled as Edward sheathed his weapons. He sighed. "ah! Yes, of course. Its my um, birthday. Is that really today? " he teased as he poked her in her ticklish spots. "father, stop it!", she laughed, "you're going to make me drop the cake!" "well then we can be like little mice and eat that sumptuous cake off the floor." As the young girl laughed as her father acted silly, the young maid named Angela came in with fresh tea and plates. "here you are Mr. Kenway. It'll go nicely with your cake." "thank you Angela." he replied. She nodded as she left the room from where she came. "come now who made this cake? Was it you? Are you going to be daddy's little baker now?" he smiled as he examined the cake. "no", she giggled, "Angela made it for you. She let me help.""what flavor is it? Any cocoa in there?" he rotated the pastry looking for any sign of the flavor. "it's got vanilla in it. Go on, taste it." she clapped her hands as he nodded "well, just a slice."
As the two ate their slices, Edward thought about how it was just them two. Him and her. No one else. After Jennifer's mother's passing, who was going to play the part of mother? Who would be there for her when he was gone? He knew he couldn't be an assassin and a father at the same time. I just couldn't be done. You would either endanger the ones you love or lose them all together. And he couldn't risk that. Not now that he had Jennifer.
Lost in his thoughts, Edward failed to realize that Jennifer had been talking to him. "father!" "oh, what?", he shook his head. "I was just saying that we should go out and see how many iguanas we can find. Then you can catch one for me, and I'll keep it as my pet." "oh, well as fun as that sounds, I'm still a bit tired of last night's game. I never knew battledore could be so strenuous." he groaned as he stretched his aching muscles. "that's because I'm a master of the game. And you are rather terrible at it." she smirked. "oh? Really ? Then I suppose I am also terrible at rounding up iguanas? I think I'll just lay down a bit more and go back to sleep." he laid down on the bed as he rested his arm over his head. "no! Father, come on we have to go now! Please father I have to take you out of the house! The lady said so!" she whined as she tugged and pulled on his arm. Full with anxiety and worry he quickly shoot out of bed and sat down by her side. "what lady Jennifer?" his eyes full with anticipation as he awaited her response. "the nice lady who I saw this morning. She was in here watching you sleep when I found her. She said it was part of the birthday surprise she had waiting for you." Edward's thoughts and worries shut out any other words coming from her mouth as he tried to comprehend what had happened.