Chapter 20
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It was a cold morning is Masyaf. The winter was soon coming and all the birds flew away from the cold, taking their beautiful songs with them. Asihe always rose to the songs of the birds, swearing at them while she got up to slam the window close. The time she woke up at became a habit, this morning she didn't have any birds to swear at, and was at peace. She decided she needed some fresh air, and to visit the beach. She left a note on Malik's desk of her where about and left for the beach.
For some who was eight weeks (two months to be exact), her stomach was large. Maria had noticed this and suggested seeing a doctor. They went to a doctor the next week, waiting what could possibly be wrong with Asihe. Malik had thought of the worst satiation, the child was deformed and would die inside of Asihe scarring her forever. Asihe was neutral, since Maria had reassured her that every pregnancy is different, and then told a gruesome story about Sef's birth.
The doctor took some tests, asked some questions. Simple, but the entire time Malik was there his hands were shaking and his forehead manufacturing sweat. After an hour the doctor had returned and told them the news. Asihe had twins, their gender was unsure, but they were positive that she was carrying twins. Asihe was ecstatic to hear the news, Malik not so much. He later asked the doctor that wouldn't two children consume more nutrients from Asihe, in which he replied with a nonchalant yes. From that day Malik had been force feeding Asihe, always making sure that she had enough to eat and more.
At the beach there was an excepted guest. Asihe walked towards Altair who was sitting in the sand staring out into the ocean. She came and sat next to him, not daring to rupture the silence.
"You like to sit on the sand in the morning?" Altair asked, still gazing out into the ocean.
"It's peaceful, don't you think?"
He nodded, agreeing with her. He looked at her, and her stomach, then back to the ocean.
"Malik is worried, and so am I."
"About what?" She asked curious why Altair was worried.
"Your death." He said his voice cold.
"I can't stop that."
"Your children, I'm worried about your children," he admitted.
She looked at him, his profile was to her, and his hood was up, hiding his expressions and emotions.
"Why?" she asked her voice calm.
"My mother died in child birth, and my father died afterwards. No one should grow up to be like the man I use to be."
"You can help then, instead of telling me, someone who is helpless."
"And how could I possibly do that?" He snapped.
"Help Malik raise the children, don't tell him though, he'll refuse your help. Just always be there for them."
He snickered, "I'm no guardian angel."
"I'm not asking you to be, just this one thing Altair," she said placing a hand on his shoulder waiting for him to jerk away at her touch.
But he didn't, "And how would you know I would help?"
"I wouldn't, I would simply trust you."
"Trust shouldn't be given away."
"I learned to trust you, you have gained mine. All I'm asking is to take care of my children."
He shook his head, "I can't take care of my own children."
She let out a sigh, "You take care of everyone, even me, you just can't admit it. Even if you do not want to help Malik, in the end you will. You're a hero Altair, and can't help but do the right thing."
"You don't know me," he snapped jerking her hand away from his shoulder.
She stood up from where she was sitting, "I don't need to."
She walked off to the other side of the beach, walking near the water picking up flat stones.