Making New Memories

The day was perfect… to me at least. The weather in London was just the same as I remembered it, cold and wet as it had seemed to rain for most of the night before, and I loved it. I suppose it was the sense of sitting in my room all day as I read whilst rain drops would hit the window in a melodic ambience. The atmosphere of it all just felt relaxing to me.

I had my arms wrapped around Haytham's arm as we took a stroll through the streets of Queen Anne's Square. I could hear the sound of our boots walking against the cobblestone path, the chatter of passer-by's here and there and the sound of carriages driving along the cobblestone streets.

It was all quite overwhelming to me for I had not been in an overpopulated area for quite some time. Even still I was usually in my room reading a good book rather than taking a walk through the city. However, Haytham was with me, and it was quite reassuring to know that he was there to look out for me if I needed.

As we were walking, a man heading toward us seemed to be in some sort of rush, not fully aware of his surroundings he had nearly toppled me over if Haytham had not been there to pull me close to his side and out of the way of the passing lunatic. I felt a deep chuckle reverberate through his chest and I looked to him as he had a small smile on his face.

"It is rather amusing watching you walking around in this city. It is as if you had never been here before," Haytham joked and I smiled along with him.

"I guess it has been a long time since I have been home," I responded as we continued to walk side my side.

"I have been meaning to ask. How is it that a person of Spanish blood came to live in England," Haytham asked curiously.

"My father had moved here for… work I think… when he moved here with my mother she was pregnant with me at the time. I was born here as far as I know. I cannot remember what sort of work my father did but I assume it was some sort of business type job. My father was good friends with Miko and they would do business together… however, I do not believe that he was an Assassin at all," I added the last part as I saw the look on Haytham's face as I had mentioned my father's business relation with Miko.

"Milla… what if your father was an Assassin," Haytham asked after a short pause.

"Now that would be interesting," I laughed lightly. Haytham however did not seem too pleased with that. "And why would it matter if my father was an Assassin. Would that change anything?" I questioned and Haytham was taken aback by that. He held his head in shame before he answered.

"I suppose not… forgive me," I laughed lightly at the before give Haytham a light stroke along his cheek.

"I will always love you Haytham, nothing will change my mind about you, do not ever forget that," Haytham looked back at me and his eyes softened.

"And I will always love you Milla," he replied as he placed a chaste kiss upon my lips. We continued to walk in silence for a few moments. However, this made me start to think upon something.

What if my father had been an Assassin? He did seem to work with Miko often, and Miko was an Assassin after all, but that did not mean anything. My father loved mother and I very much, and he would not let anything happen to us, but I vaguely remember him being away for long periods of time. This was quite like what Miko would to as he worked as an Assassin. Again this did not mean anything, a lot of people went away on business, and my father would do just that.

As these thoughts ran through my head I started to feel slightly cold and I involuntarily walked closer alongside Haytham as I tried to share his body heat. I did have a small coat on but it was not enough to keep most of the cold away.

"Here, take this," Haytham suddenly said as he noticed me trying to keep warm. I soon felt his coat being draped over my shoulders and the warmth of his jacket soon enveloped me.

"You do not have to Haytham, I will be fine," I insisted.

"Nonsense, you need it more than I, besides I do not want you catching a cold," Haytham responded.

"Thank you," I smiled warmly and held the jacket tightly. As we were walking I felt that I vaguely remembered the area we were walking now, and it soon hit me, my old home was close by here. "Haytham, I actually remember this place, come on," I said happily as I started to drag Haytham along with me, much to his protests.

We made a right around a corner where I soon had us slowed down to a stop as I looked upon the manor at the end of the street. My eyes lit up at the sight of the grand building with the wide garden out the front of it. It was certainly as I had remembered it… the house that I had grown up in. Haytham and I soon stood out the front of the gate as I started to picture all the happy memories of my father, my mother and I living in that manor together.

We were certainly happy, from spending all day in the gardens, sitting in that small gazebo reading and talking, to being in that manor on those rainy days and listening to father go on about his amazing stories. My mother would teach me all kinds of things that a woman would normally learn at a young age. From singing, to dancing… which I was quite terrible at… to playing the piano, but the best lesson she ever taught me was learning how to read.

"…Milla?" I suddenly heard Haytham speak up beside me and I quickly apologized for letting my mind wander off on its own.

"This is the manor where I lived with my family," I replied soon after as I looked to the tall building. It seemed to be in perfect order, which should be expected, for someone new owned that place now. I decided not to keep it as soon as my parents had passed, not that I really had a choice in the matter, but I did not mind.

"It is a remarkable place. You must have had a great life here," Haytham complimented.

"I have made some great memories here and I will always treasure them. I remember one day when I was at least five years old, it was a rather rainy day, and I got this bright idea of heading out into the garden while wearing a dress my mother had just made for me. She was absolutely furious when she saw me which made my father laugh immensely. 'She gets this from you' she had said in frustration. We all laughed about it eventually," I said as I laughed at the memory.

"You sounded like a reckless child," Haytham commented.

"I suppose I was, but I was not like other girls my age, I loved to explore and be reckless," I replied, "I feel like I have settled down a little more though as I grew.

"Debatable," Haytham mumbled and I gave him a light push at that response.

"Oh, and were you any better, Mr Kenway?" I asked playfully.

"Not all that much really," he returned.

"How so?" I asked curiously.

"I remember at a young age my father had taught me to question facts and absolutes. With that in mind though, I started to get too big for my boots in a way, and I actually challenged the teachings of my tutor. I received a whack across the knuckles for that and he later informed my father. I still remember the grin on my father's face when he taught me about keeping my thoughts to myself," Haytham chuckled and I giggled quietly.

"A rather disobedient child. What would your mother say?" I said jokingly. Haytham's expression suddenly turned cold and he turned away from me slightly. "What is wrong?" I asked feeling rather concerned that I had said something to upset him. Haytham quickly shook his head before answering.

"It is nothing," he turned back to me with a warm, yet sad, smile on his face.

"You can tell me anything. You know that right?" I pressed as I grabbed both of his hands in mine and gave them a gentle reassuring squeeze. Haytham let out a deep sigh before responding.

"My mother has been dead for years. I do not think that I had been the best son to her and in a way I feel that I had let her down. I think… the son she knew died in that manor all those years ago… when I-"

"Stop… it is fine… you do not need to say anymore," I quickly spoke cutting Haytham off mid-sentence. "I am so sorry Haytham, I had no idea, I did not-" Haytham pressed his index finger against my lips as he shushed me.

"I hate when you apologise to me. You should not have to apologise for something that you have not done wrong. It is fine Milla, you said so yourself, I can tell you anything," Haytham said as he held my face with his hand and brushed my cheek with his thumb. I gladly leaned into his touch and smiled weakly still feeling rather stupid from my previous actions.

"Whatever you say Haytham," I whispered and he chuckled slightly before turning his attention back towards the manor.

"Any plans of living here again?" Haytham asked suddenly.

"I cannot do that for it belongs to someone else now. This was soon after both my parents had passed," I replied as I gazed back at the manor too.

"What do you mean?" Haytham questioned.

"It was sold many years ago Haytham. It does not belong to my family anymore," I clarified. There was a long pause as we stood there observing the manor.

"I will buy it back for you," Haytham said with determination in his voice.

"What?" I asked as I looked to him in surprise.

"This is the home you grew up in Milla. It is yours by right and I will gladly help you with getting it back," he replied as he looked back to me with fire in his eyes. I laughed lightly and Haytham gave me a confused look.

"Haytham, it is just a building, it does not mean anything," he started to seem more confused before I continued explaining. "Of course it was the place where I lived when I was young, but that is not what is important, it was the memories I made here. This is a part of my old life and I will always cherish those memories. But I love this new life I have made for myself, and I have made new memories that I can cherish along with my old ones, whether I own this manor or not is never going to change anything. It is what I have now that matters," I finished as I smiled brightly at Haytham whom had a warm smile on his face.

"And you are sure about this?" he asked still hoping to change my mind.

"I am sure, besides, I have you now do I not?" I smiled slyly as I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and brushed my lips against his cheek. Haytham wrapped his arms around my waist and brought me a little closer.

"And I have you Milla," he whispered into my ear, sending pleasant chills down my spine. I stepped back and started to lead him away from the manor.

"Let us get back to our walk," I suggested and we both continued on our pleasant walk, but not without me taking one last look at that manor.


3rd September 1753

"I think you would nice with a hat," I suggested. It was the day after our walk, Haytham and I had both agreed that we should go out and buy some more clothing, as between us our wardrobes were quite thin. We were standing in a tailor shop and I noticed a rack of hats and thought to myself that Haytham would look quite nice with one.

"Is that so?" Haytham asked. We had both finished being measured by the tailor and had some things ordered.

"I think one of these would suit you well," I said with a smile. "Are all of these for sale?" I asked the owner of the store as I motioned toward the selection of hats.

"They are indeed. Feel free to choose one," the man said as he went to the back of the store to sort out our order. I turned back toward the hats and started to scan through the selections.

"What do you think looks good?" I asked Haytham.

"How about you choose one for me," he replied and I smirked.

"Such an important responsibility," I said.

"I trust you will make the right choice," Haytham smirked back. There were many choices all of different shapes and sizes.

However, there was one hat that caught my eye, as I pulled it down from the rack I examined it. I believed it was called a tricorne and upon seeing the hat I knew that it would look good on Haytham. I turned towards him and reached up towards his head and placed the hat there. I took a step back and admired it for a few seconds.

"I think that one would look best on you," Haytham smiled and adjusted the hat slightly.

"I think you are quite right," he replied as he looked in a mirror. Satisfied with it, we purchased that hat and paid for the rest of our order; once we were finished we headed back out of the store and got in our carriage to head home.

"I think you look very handsome with that hat on," I complimented.

"I am glad you chose this one too. Thank you Milla," Haytham replied with a warm smile and I smiled along with him.


17th September 1753

"Come out Milla. You cannot hide from me," I heard a voice call out as I held my breath trying not to be heard. I soon heard soft footsteps, footsteps that could be only made by someone experienced in stealth; make their way down the hall straight past the room where I was hiding in.

I barely saw them as they continued walking down the hallway. Moving from my hiding spot I peeked my head out of the room carefully and saw their retreating form as they moved away from me down the hall. Seeing as this as my chance to escape I silently exited the room I was in and started to make a break for it. I must have only made a few short steps before I heard a voice call behind me.

"There you are my dear," the voice said somewhat maliciously. I didn't have time to think as I started making a run for it down the hallway. "And where do you think you are going?" I heard the voice ask.

"You will not be able to catch me Haytham," I said playfully over my shoulder as a huge smirk plastered itself over my face. I ran to our room and quickly shut the door once I was inside. I heard Haytham's feet bound against the floorboards as he gave chase. Before he threw the door open I hid myself in the wardrobe and waited there patiently.

The reason why I was currently running from him was because I decided I wanted to tease just a little which ended up turning into a game of hide and chase. I was massaging Haytham's head, which seemed to be a usual routine of ours, when I decided to start acting a little 'playful' towards him. Before anything got too serious I swiftly took off out of the drawing room where we were which resulted in him chasing after me.

"I could do this all day Milla," Haytham said as I heard him close the door to the bedroom and lock it. I had to keep a hand over my mouth to prevent the giggles from escaping my lips. "I must say though that you are hard to keep up with," I heard him say as he moved around the room searching for my hiding spot. "But you must know by now love. I. Always. Win," with every word Haytham stalked closely to the wardrobe and on the last word he threw them open and lunged at me.

I let out a slight squeal and then started to giggle uncontrollably as Haytham started to shower me with kisses all over my face and along my neck. Pulling me out of the wardrobe, Haytham picked me up bridal style, and brought me over to the bed where he practically threw on it. Soon he was hovering over me and his hands were roaming all over my body.

"Haytham!" I giggled as I felt him squeeze me behind.

"Consider this a punishment," Haytham smirked down at me as he flashed his white teeth.

"For what?" I asked innocently.

"For depriving me of the thing I want the most," he responded with a deep voice.

"And what would that be my dear Haytham?" I asked sweetly as his face inched closer to mine to where our lips were barely brushing against each other.

"You, my love, are the one thing that I desire," Haytham said huskily as his hot breath fanned over my face. "And I will always have you here by my side, no matter what happens, for I love you more than anything," and with that Haytham sealed his vow as soon as he sealed his lips against mine.


20th November 1753

"Please… Haytham stop… it hurts," I said as the tears were streaming down my face.

"What the hell were you trying to do Milla?" Haytham all but shouted causing me to flinch. What I was trying to do was prepare dinner for Haytham and I when I somehow managed to cut my hand. It was nothing major but it still hurt a lot, especially when Haytham was trying to clean the cut and bandage it, only then did it start to sting like crazy.

"I am sorry," I cried out as disinfected the wound and bandaged it tightly to stop the bleeding. Once Haytham had finished dressing the wound and released my hand, I took it back quickly and held it close, looking away from Haytham not wanting to see the look on his face. "I… I did not-"

"I am not mad Milla, I could never be mad with you, you just had me very worried," Haytham took my face in his hands and started to wipe away my tears with his thumbs. "Please do not cry. It hurts me to see you sad," he whispered softly as he brought me close and tried to console me. I returned his embrace as I buried my face in his chest.

"Thank you Haytham, I feel much better now," I whispered, holding onto him a little tighter.

"I know that you are not a fragile young woman, but I cannot help but feel the need to protect you, and keep you safe," I felt his strong yet gentle hand stroke my head lovingly as he whispered softly into my ear.

"I feel that I am a burden to you sometimes though," I replied.

"Do not say that," Haytham hushed as he placed a hand under my chin and lifted my gaze towards his. "Never say that, we face our problems together, we have been doing as such ever since we met have we not?" Haytham asked and I smiled softly nodding in response.

"I love you Haytham. I am so glad to have met you," I whispered and reached up to give him a quick kiss which soon turned into a passionate one.


4th December 1753

I found it quite hard to stifle my giggles as I led Haytham toward the dining room with a blindfold over his eyes. Haytham had kept asking questions as I was putting the blindfold over his eyes and I just kept telling him that it was a surprise. And so once we had made it to the dining room I stopped and stood next to Haytham.

"Are you ready?" I asked, my voice sounding quite giddy.

"Just what is this all about Milla?" Haytham questioned as he laughed lightly. Giggling I undid his blindfold and stepped back in front of him.

"Happy Birthday!" I happily announced. On the dining table I had a fancy chocolate cake presented that I baked without Haytham's knowledge. He stood there for a second seemingly confused before he smiled warmly toward me.

"You made this?" he asked seeming surprised.

"I did indeed, although I did not know what to get you for a present-"

"This is perfect Milla, never mind any gifts; you are the most perfect one," Haytham cut me off as he pulled me into an embrace and kissed me deeply. "Although… there is something you could do for me," Haytham suggested in a deep voice as he whispered in my ear.

"Oh, what you have me do then, Haytham?" I responded in a playful tone.

"How about I show you," he chuckled in response as he started to lean down and grab behind my legs to lift me bridal style.

"Maybe later Haytham," I said as I pushed him back slightly. "I just want to enjoy this day with you quietly for now," I suggested and Haytham smiled in agreement. And so we sat down, ate some cake, and had a pleasant chat that morning.

"I am going to come up with an idea for something to do when your birthday comes up," Haytham whispered to me as I sat in his lap with my legs hanging over the cushioned arm rest of the chair.

"I can hardly wait," I smiled as I glided my hand along Haytham's neck and collar bone. And so we stayed like that enjoying each other's company. When the next year rolled by and my birthday did come up, it was a day that I could never forget. I just did not realise that all these memories would come to an end so soon.


So this ended up being more of a montage rather than a 'one chapter before a massive time skip' as I had originally thought I was going to do. I know this is rather later but I assure you it is not because I could not think of anything to write or pure laziness. I had other stuff to do and my priority for this is not as high on the list as everything else.

This does not mean that I have no intention of writing it, it just means that I will be getting to it rather slowly, but hopefully not too slowly. If I find the time I will get to it.

I seem to have a lot to say but I assure you it is important for me to get it out.

Anyways guys, Happy Reading

-Midnight