Connor had taken Addie and her daughter Myra in after the little rendezvous that had taken place between he and Addie back in France and Jean-Bare wasn't very happy about it and had them leave, so Addie had agreed to come back with him and meet with her adoptive mother.

Today Connor had been asked to keep an eye after Myra while Addie left to go to the market, he watched as the quiet little girl played with her rag-doll by brushing it's hair and muttered a few things to it in her native Gaelic tongue. Connor raised a brow trying to figure out what on earth she could be saying, he figured it must have been secretive if she was whispering it. He wondered if the little girl was happy here, or if she would have been happier in Paris with just her and her mother. He thought back to when he was young and how it was always he and his mother and how he felt that they were better off just the two of them, though she often felt she needed to have a man around for her son's sake.

"Myra." he began, the little girl glanced back at him with her mother's shamrock colored eyes, "Yes sir?" she asked, he chuckled a little as he found her Irish accent rather cute. She narrowed her eyes at him, he couldn't help but notice how much she looked like her mother, the eyes, nose, mouth right down to her incredibly curl hair, if only it was red like Addie's and not brown like Cedric's hair. That was the only thing she had gotten from her birth father, "What are you saying to that doll?" he asked her, she looked back at the doll in her hands wide eyed trying to think. "Oh! She said "She didn't feel very beautiful, and I told her that she should be proud of herself because she is beautiful and she is a warrior. And she shouldn't feel ashamed of herself at all." she explained, he raised his brow in surprise at the young child and the words she had spoken to her doll. The things children say often stunted Connor, their views on things always seemed to make sense or at the very least often left him thinking.

The little girl went back to inspecting the strands of hair on the doll's head, making sure it was clean and that it wasn't tangled up. "Breathnaíonn go maith dom." she muttered, fixing the doll's hair back.

"Could you teach me?" Connor blurted out leaning on his chair, "Teach ya what? How to play with dolls?" she asked, he chuckled and shook his head at the misunderstanding.

"Hey! Ya laughed! I didn't think ya laughed at all Mr. Kenway." she chirped smiling at his laughing, he knew he could be a pretty serious person at times though hearing it from the young girl made him realize just how serious and uptight he often was, between training the new apprentices and working contracts he hardly ever found time for fun, but lately he'd been trying to hang back with his new lover and her daughter, trying to build a relationship with Addie and create a bond with Myra. With the latter of the two often times being difficult as she would avoid him when her mother wasn't in the room, due to his large frame and stone like facial expressions, she felt intimidated by him. But today, she seemed calm around him. Not wanting to get away or hide from him, he figured she must have finally gotten used to his presence at least, so it was start.

"I mean, could you teach me how to speak your language. I'd like to be able to understand you and your mother, and perhaps talk with you as well."

"But you speak English fine, can't you talk to us in that?" she said trying being a bit defiant towards him

"Why not?"

"Because… Then mother and I won't have anything special that belongs to just us anymore.. We'll have to share with you… Díreach mar tá mé a roinnt léi." she said mutter the last bit as she continued on playing with her doll. "You don't like me do you?"

"Not really."

"Why?"

"You think your helping us when we never asked for it! We never wanted anything from you!"

"We or you?" he asked, understanding full well what was really wrong. The little girl faced away from him with a feeling of shame and guilt washing over her, she didn't mean to make him feel bad and certainly was never her intention, she was just being honest and perhaps trying to get him to back off a little bit. "I understand exactly how you feel little one." he began as he got up to lay on the floor next to her, "How could you know how I feel?" she said as she furiously ran her fingers through the doll's hair, partly listening to him and partly ignoring him. "My mother and father were not married when I was born, I never knew him. So I only ever spent time around my mother, just like you."

This got her attention as she looked at him curiously unsure if she really believed him or not. "It was just me, my mother and grandmother. There were times where she felt we needed a male figure in our lives, for my sake. I remember one day she had brought someone who had been courting her for a few weeks, I would ignore him, keep away from him or if he got too close I would give all the hell I could. I watched as he and my mother would go off hunting, and I remember being so angry over it! She was my mother, and I never wanted to share her at all."

"Felt like he was taking her from ya huh?"

"Yes, is that how you feel?"

"Yeah… I don't hate you it's just, for so long it's always just been me and mom and with you here I feel like-"

"You feel like you are having everything taken from you."

"Yes! First leaving Paris to come here and now, I have a stranger takin my mom from me… I don't like that, not one bit." He gently placed his hand under her chin and had her look up at him, "Myra." he said gently as she looked at him on the verge of tears, "Yes." she said trying to choke back her crying, "I would never, ever take your mother from you." the sincerity in his voice was enough to help convince her that he was no threat to the bond she shared with her mother, though between the two of them, he still had a long way to go before he could ever convince her he was good enough for both of them and before they could ever build a genuine bond together. But at least this was start and Connor was happy for it. "Sniff, promise? hic!" she said through a few small tears and hic-ups, Connor pressed a thumb gently over her eye and whipped away her tears smiling warmly at her. "I promise." he said planting a little kiss on her forehead and pulled her into him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. She rubbed and buried her face into the crook of his neck trying to dry her eyes on his garbs, then pulled back to look at him. "Okay."

"Okay, what?"

"Okay, I'll teach you a few things in Irish." she said smiling at him and the two got to work on this. "What will you teach me?"

"Hello, how are ya, I'm good and I love you." she said, He had to admit though, learning Gaelic was easier then trying to learn English! It wasn't too long before he was able to figure out the pronunciations and figured out how to speak a few phrases in their language. "I think mama will be impressed."

"Haigh! Anyone home?!" a voice hollered at the front door, the two whirled around and instantly recognized the voice as belonging to Addie. Myra was quick to become giddy with excitement and dashed off to her mother, "Mama! Conas ata tu?" she asked her throwing her arms around her mother's neck as she knelt down to hug the little girl, "Ta me go maith, my love and yourself?" she asked, "Better." she replied, Connor stood in the doorway momentarily distracted as he picked his nails, "And how you fairing Connor?"

"Dia duit Addie, ta me go maith." he said almost questioningly as he skewed his face hoped he had said the phrase correctly, Myra nodded quickly indicating he had. Addie stood quiet surprised that he had spoken the phrase so well, then she gave a suspicious look wondering how exactly he learned it as fast as he did. "No way in hell did ya learn all that from me walkin in the door, so …" she said looking down at Myra, smiling proud of her. "I taught him mama!" she said beaming with pride and joy that she had done this, she knelt down to her daughter pulling her into a hug. "Finally come 'round huh sweetie?" she asked, "Yes." "So, ya like him?" she asked, the little one shrugged she still wasn't too convinced but was now better with her mother and Connor being together. "I know you were worried, but I promise I wouldn't let anybody come between us. And I know Connor wouldn't do anything to take me from ya honey." she said, stroking the little girls hair. "Now why don't ya go play upstairs and let have a word with Connor." and she did what was asked. "Thank ya, for bein so kind to her. I knew in my heart the moment I saw ya, you would make a great father for her. So, how'd ya do it?"

"I knew what she was feeling, I myself am from a single parent household."

"Mama's boy?"

Connor looked down as if hiding some embarrassment but only confirmed her suspicions, "Yes."

She smiled and held him in a loving embrace, "Ta gra agam duit." he said to her. "I love you too." she said and with that kissed him.

Translations:

-For the most part, since my internet is working now, I used some videos from youtube for the following.-

Ta gra agam duit - I love you

Dia Duit - a formal Hello

Haigh - an informal hello

Canas ata tu - How are you?

-These last two I used Google translate so I apologize if they aren't grammatically correct. if these are incorrect and you know the correct versions for these please tell me so I can fix it! please n thank you! c: -

Breathnaíonn go maith dom - Looks good to me.

Díreach mar tá mé a roinnt léi. - Just like I have to share her with you.