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Ending One:
January 1, 1882
In a fog, Connor followed Doc White into his home and stared at the form under a sheet on the bed. He felt himself collapse beside the bed and take Kitty's cold, limp hand in his. He knew tears were rolling down his cheeks, but he couldn't stop them. He pressed her hand against his cheek, wishing with all his might that she would start stroking his cheek soothingly, the way she did when she thought he was asleep and having a bad dream.
"Don't leave me alone...please, Kitty...don't leave me alone, again," he whispered, pressing a kiss against her wrist. "I need you...here...with me and...and our children..."
The hand he held twitched and, at first, Connor thought he was imagining it, but then the hand pulled away from him. He watched as it pulled the sheet off Kitty's face, her violet eyes blinking at the bright light.
"C-Connor?" she whispered, her voice hoarse.
"I'm right here," he replied quickly, standing.
"The baby?" she asked softly, looking up at Connor.
"Babies, they're here," he murmured, turning to Doc White, who's shock would be almost comical if Connor wasn't so worried it was all in his head, and taking both babies in his arms. "A boy and a girl."
Kitty smiled weakly, sitting up slowly. "Be careful, Kitty," Doc White murmured, stepping forward to help her and set up some pillows behind her back.
Connor gently laid the baby girl in Kitty's arms and watched her face as she smiled down at the raven-haired child. "What do you want to name them?"
Kitty smiled, stroking her daughter's cheek. "Theodosia and...Thaddeus...like we talked about before you left," she murmured. "They're perfect names..."
"That they are, Kitty..." he whispered, leaning down and kissing her forehead. "When can I take her home, Doctor White?"
"She needs to rest before she is moved...I'm afraid her condition is more fragile than we can see. Perhaps in a week's time, we will see how she is faring."
Kitty seemed to grow stronger with every passing hour during that week and Connor had great confidence that she would come home at the end of the prescribed week. It made him glow with pride to watch his wife hold their newest additions and he knew where he was supposed to be for the rest of his life; standing beside Kitty, his young, beautiful, vibrant wife, the woman who had carried eight of his children and would help him raise the six who remained.
There were no more children after that, but Kitty and Connor were happy with what they had. Connor lived to be eighty-seven and died quietly in his sleep one winter night and Kitty hung on for ten days after that. Each day, in her mind, was representative of the years before she met Connor. The ground had been too frozen to dig a grave for Connor alone so they were buried together, holding hands even in death. It was hard on those that knew them to lose them both within the same month, but it was fitting to know they would be together even after death. Below their names the words The Assassin King and Queen had been carefully chiseled by Edward.
Their legacy lived on through their children and their children's children and their children's children's children eventually leading to Desmond Miles, the man who was meant to truly save humanity.
Right, so who believes that shitte? No one? Good, it was just fluff to make you feel better. Now, if you want the real story, continue on to the next chapter; if you are satisfied with this piece of crap "Happily Ever After," don't read on or it's all over for you.
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