Victory Goddess: I like writing arguments, it's so much fun XD I'm glad you're still enjoying this! :) And I'm sure you'll find the answer in this chapter ;)
AssassinsGurl2012: Muahaha that's a good idea! I'll try writing a short april fools chapter if I can think of a good plot! Thanks for the idea :D
MsNevermind: I think most people hate Charles actually XD Poor guy! Well, maybe not... :D
Kaytee33: purrrrrr :3
ObsessedFableFreak: Here's some more adorableness for you! :D But yeah I know, I was so happy when Charles died as well. I liked the idea of how he died but it wasn't done properly =/ And he should have suffered more than that! Annoying, greasy bastard Thank you! :)

This is just a filler chapter really, packed full of fluff and happy stuff! I'm a little scared that there's not enough happening in this chapter but I needed it to 1)give an idea of what their family life is and 2)prepare for the time-jump that's to come. And I wrote it like four times before deciding this was okay Anyway, next chapter: CONNOR! I'm so excited!
Thank you again to everyone who reads this. I really do love you all, you make me so happy!

It was August 1764, three months since we had all settled in at Haytham's Homestead. Things were going unbelievingly well and I had never been happier in my life. That day I was running around the forest with Kevin and Khan as we tried to hunt some deer for dinner. Kevin had never done it before and I was very bad at it so Khan was doing most of the work, laughing at how utterly useless we were. " Is it a ginger thing? " He teased us. " Something in your body that makes all ginger people terrible at hunting? "

" I am a man of the ocean. " Kevin countered. " Je mange du poisson! "

" Do we really have to do this? " I added, kicking a small rock as we walked. " I'm bored. "

" Why? Is Haytham waiting for you? " Kevin winked, teasing me. Though with his accent he couldn't pronounce 'Haytham' correctly so it sounded more like 'air-tam'.

" I'm surprised Mary and Nora haven't been scarred for life. You two never let go of each other! " Khan joined in, resting his elbow on Kevin's shoulder as the two grinned maliciously at me.

" Shut up. " I blushed, tucking my hair behind my ears. " You're no better! "

" Ah, but we don't have children! " Kevin laughed as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. " You know, si jamais you need some time alone… "

I blushed even more and the two men laughed their heads off. True, ever since Haytham and I had been reunited we literally couldn't keep our hands off each other. Not necessarily in a sexual way, but we always needed to know the other was near, be it by holding hands, hugging, or just standing close to the other. We were practically inseparable. Though of course Khan was like that with Nakoma and Kevin was like that with Sophie, but as they said, neither of them had children so it didn't matter if anyone caught them. But neither Mary nor Nora were bothered about our closeness. In fact I was under the impression that they liked it because whenever they caught us whispering sweet words to each other, they would smile brightly and seem genuinely glad to see us together.

When I got home that evening I found my two girls sitting together on the sofa, as nine-year-old Nora held Mary in her arms, telling her a story. It was the sweetest thing ever and I just stood in the doorway watching them for a while until I felt Haytham's muscular arms slither around my waist and his chest push itself against my back. " Good evening captain. " He whispered into my ear before leaving a trail of kisses from my ear lobe down to my shoulder, sending shivers down my back.

" Good evening grandmaster. " I smiled, biting my lip as I turned my head to the right so that my eyes met his. Ever since I had moved in, his eyes had changed. They no longer held darkness and sadness, the eyes of a man battered and worn, but they now glowed warmly, full of contentment and happiness. " How was your day? " I whispered, turning my gaze back to the two girls who had still not noticed us.

" Meaningless without you. " He purred, rubbing his nose against my jaw line and bringing a smile to my lips despite how cheesy he was being. I turned around in his arms to face him, pressing my body against his as I lifted my arms up to pull his forehead down to rest against mine.

" Feeling romantic tonight? " I teased him, a smile tugging on my lips as I rubbed our noses together, bringing a smile to his face.

" Am I not allowed to miss you? " He inquired, cocking an eyebrow. I laughed softly and pressed my lips against his, melting in his loving embrace as his hold tightened around my waist, lifting me up off the floor. Instinctively my legs wrapped themselves around his waist, my fingers running through his hair as I pulled the red ribbon out and left it to fall to the floor as I lost myself in his warmth. He pushed me back against the wall to support me whilst his hands roamed up the sides of my body, our lips never pulling apart. I was glad that he was only wearing a thin white shirt because my hands quickly unlaced the front to find their way to his toned chest.

Haytham pulled away too soon for my liking, his breathing heavy as he smiled against my lips. " Come with me, I want to show you something. " He whispered, brushing his lips against mine once more before he backed away so that I stood one the floor once again.

" What about the girls? " I asked him as he took my hand to pull me towards the front door.

" Khan and Nakoma are looking after them tonight. " He reassured me. " I spoke to her whilst you were out today. "

" Sneaky bastard. " I winked, cocking my head as I wondered what he was up to. He wasn't one for surprises, unexpected romance or anything like that. And that suited me fine because I wasn't the most romantic person in the world - in fact a lot of the time I thought it all a bit sickly. But tonight was different and I trustfully placed my hand in his and followed him as he led us outside into the pink and red sky. " Close your eyes. " He smirked as he pulled a small piece of cloth out of his pocket. I took a step back nervously, not knowing why he wanted to blindfold me. " Trust me. " He added in that deep, sexy voice that he had. Added to his still exposed chest and messy hair, I couldn't deny him.

For about a quarter of an hour I was walking through the homestead, completely blind as I clung to Haytham's hand. He refused to keep up a conversation, keeping me quiet with small kisses when I spoke too much. Eventually I felt him turn to face me and he kissed me deeply, wrapping his arms around me once more. Again, I melted in his embrace, and he used that moment to gently pull the blindfold off. I pulled away and looked around, finding that we were on the beach, the big red sun setting in the distance making everything look beautiful. But what caught my eye was the wooden dock that the Warrior Princess was floating in, a dock that I didn't even know about.

" I thought she needed somewhere to be whilst you weren't out being a captain. " Haytham told me, watching me as I admired the small dockyard.

" Thank you. " I smiled brightly, turning to him, pressing my lips against his.

" I also wanted to ask you something. " He said, his voice low and serious. I looked into his eyes and I thought I saw nervousness and fear, but I didn't understand why.

" What's wrong? " I asked him, suddenly worried as I ran my hand across his cheek.

" I love you, Eleanor. I love you so much that I fear I can no longer live without you. " He started. I went to say something but he pressed a finger against my lips softly. " I was stupid for letting you go. I thought that letting you live away from me would be better, that we would be able to lead happy lives away from each other. But I've grown into a very selfish man and I will never let you leave my side again. "

He spoke with such conviction, such determination that I couldn't stop the tears from forming in my eyes as he pressed his forehead against mine, cupping my face with both of his hands. " Eleanor Van Etten, will you do me the greatest honour of becoming my wife? " He asked me, pulling out a small box from his pocket. He opened it and inside sat the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. The band was bright gold with a floral pattern, the front had a lozenge shaped golden plaque with three white pearls and six deep red rubies. I was speechless, my gaze switching from the ring to Haytham's hopeful eyes and I could barely breathe.

" Of course I'll marry you! " I managed to breathe as I began to laugh, tears falling down my cheeks as I jumped onto him, sending him backwards as we both fell into the sand, our lips locked on to each other's as our hands were unable to stay in place.

He pushed me away after a few seconds, much to my regret, and sat up with a large smile on his face. " Can you wait just a minute? " He asked, pressing a kiss on my forehead as he picked up the box containing the ring. He pulled the ring out and took hold of my left hand, sliding the ring onto my finger slowly and delicately. " I promise to lover you forever. " he whispered.

" And I you. " I replied, smiling softly, fighting the tears again. " Even in death Haytham, I'm yours. I've always been yours. " This seemed to spar him onwards and he pushed me back onto the sand, fiddling with the lace on my shirt until he decided to just rip it from my body. I was his and he was mine, and nothing would ever separate us again.

We married on the 19th of September 1764 on the cliffs of the Kenway Homestead. I had been nervous about it though I honestly don't know why. I had known Haytham for nine years and we already had a daughter together. We knew each other inside and out and couldn't live without the other, and there wasn't a single ounce of doubt in my mind. So why was I nervous? I suppose a wedding made everyone nervous, but I was also extremely excited. When I walked up the aisle towards the only man I had ever loved as he smiled brightly, his eyes shining with love and happiness as he saw me, all nervousness evaporated and was replaced by a happiness and the uttermost certainty that I was doing the right thing. He was the kindest, most loving, forgiving man I had ever met. He was supportive, thoughtful, sarcastic and often annoying, but I trusted him with my life and I would gladly die for him. I could think of no man more worthy of love, no man who was more willing to sacrifice everything for the good of perfect strangers, so determined to bring happiness to my life. He deserved the world, and I would do everything I could to give it to him.

A month later, I awoke to find the bed empty beside me. I got dressed and went to get some breakfast but suddenly felt sick and my stomach emptied itself. My body froze as I realised what was wrong, and found myself running outside, nearly knocking the door down as I flung myself into Khan and Nakoma's house. " Nakoma! " I breathed, panting as I found her standing at the sink as she washed the plates.

" Ella? What's wrong? " She asked, drying her hands as she saw how panicked I was.

" I… Nakoma, I'm… Well, I um… " I started, suddenly laughing to myself as I was so nervous. I had to sit down at the table, still breathing heavily.

" You're pregnant? " She smiled, laughing when she saw the look I gave her. " I know you well enough to know what you're trying to say Ella. So what's wrong with being pregnant? "

" How do I tell Haytham? " I asked. " I mean - I…. " I sighed heavily, burying my face in my hands, groaning loudly. I never expected to become pregnant again and I was already growing nervous at the pain I was going to endure when giving birth.

" What do you mean? You already have a child together. " Nakoma reassured me. " And you're married now, it's only to be expected. "

" Yes but that was different. She was four years old when he found out ! "

" And now he can be a proper father to your child. " She said calmly, making me feel better. " All you have to do is tell him. It's not hard. "

" What's not hard? " Khan asked as he strode into the room wearing nothing but some breeches that only came to his knees. He had obviously only just woken up if his hair was anything to go by - knotty and tangled as it fell nearly to his waist.

" Nothing, it's - " I started but Nakoma beat me to it.

" Ella's pregnant. " She smiled as she stood up to greet him with a morning kiss.

" What? " He exclaimed. " Again? " He smiled and laughed. " Any more children and you'll need a bigger house. "

" Khan! " I scolded him, standing up to hug him as I hadn't seen him for a couple of days.

" I'm joking Ella. Congratulations. " He said, kissing me on the forehead. " Does the Templar know? " He asked, making me roll my eyes. He and Haytham still had their differences, despite having lived together for six months now.

" No. " I mumbled, looking out the window as I saw my husband walk out onto our terrace and stretch, wearing nothing but his breeches and boots, making me want to jump onto him.

I waited until we went to bed to tell him the news. We had spent the day with Mary, teaching her various parts of history. She was particularly interested in ancient Roman civilisation, something that she shared with Nakoma, and Haytham and I were busy explaining two rebellions against Rome, lead by Hannibal and then by Spartacus. When we got to bed and blew the candles out, Haytham wrapped his arms around me like he usually did.

" Haytham? " I started. " I need to tell you something. "

" Is something the matter? " He asked, pulling away from me to look me in the eye.

" I… Sort of. " I frowned, unsure of how to proceed. I knew I had to hurry because he was looking increasingly worried, scanning my face as he did so. Sighing heavily, I took hold of one of his hands and placed it over my bare stomach without uttering a word, trying to tell him through my eyes. He frowned for a second before taking a deep breath.

" You are with child? " He whispered quietly. When I nodded he broke out into a large smile and placed his lips firmly against mine. " What wonderful news! "

I giggled underneath him as he proceeded to show me exactly how thrilled he was.

" Push Ella! " Haytham was telling me. " Catherine said - "

" I know what she said goddamn it! I have ears you know! " I shouted. I was in labour again, and the memory of Mary's birth was flooding back into my head as once again Catherine was between my legs helping me bring my child into the world. It hurt less this time but I was becoming angry and annoyed with everyone around me. It was like they were all idiots, standing there watching me howl in pain. Well, when I say 'all of them', I mean Haytham, Catherine and Nakoma.

" Push! " Catherine urged me.

" What the hell do you think I'm doing? " I retorted, giving her an angry look. I screamed in pain once more as Haytham brushed my hair out of my face. " Haytham? " I whimpered and he immediately looked down at me, his eyes full of worry. " I don't want you to touch me ever again, do you hear me? THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! " I screamed.

" Eleanor, I'm sorry, I - " He started but Nakoma put a hand on his shoulder.

" Don't listen to her, it's the pain. " She reassured him.

" Pain? You don't know what pain is you bloody savage! Get this thing out of me! NOW! " I screamed, pushing with everything I had. Later on I realised that what I had said was rude and cruel, but at the time I just wanted to have a cool bath and go to bed on my own and be left in peace. But no, I was stuck on an uncomfortable bed giving birth to Haytham's second child. For months I had been hoping for a son, but right then I couldn't care less if it was a boy, a girl or a headless horse. I just wanted it out of me and everyone was getting the blame.

With one last push, the pain suddenly subsided and a baby's crying could be heard. I let out a huge sigh of relief and let my legs fall flat on the bed, closing my eyes for a second. " It's a boy! " I heard Catherine say, and then Haytham's hand dropped mine as I gathered he went to hold his son. But I still couldn't be bothered to open my eyes, I was just enjoying the relief from the pain. I was so hot though, I felt like running into the cold sea water and cleaning myself from the sweat and blood that covered my body. " Ella " I heard Haytham say softly, calling me by my nickname which he only very rarely did. " Ella we have a son. " His voice was so full of pride and joy that I couldn't help myself - I opened my eyes and pushed myself to a sitting position as Haytham sat on the bed next to me, our tiny son wrapped up in a towel in his arms.

For a moment I could only stare at the child, his red cheeks and bright green eyes looking so precious and beautiful. But as soon as I noticed the look on Haytham's face, I couldn't look away. I had never seen him so happy, so at peace. He shone brighter than the sun, his eyes teary with joy as he smiled down at his son, his hair loose and hanging over his face. I tucked it behind his ear and bent forwards to place a tender kiss on his cheek. " If he grows to be half as handsome as you, every woman in the world will want to marry him. " I smiled.

" I love you. " He smiled, kissing me softly. " What shall we call him? "

I looked down at our son, watching him as he held onto Haytham's little finger as his eyes roamed around, taking in everything it saw. And that's when I knew. " Jim. " I decided. " Jim Kahnawà:ke Kenway. "

" Jim? " Haytham stared at me in surprise. " After - "

" Jim Holden, yes. " I nodded, knowing that it would please my husband to have his son named after his only friend. Sure enough, his eyes once again filled with tears that he pushed back as he pressed his lips to mine once more.

" Thank you little one. " He smiled. I smiled back and then let my head fall back onto the pillow, to exhausted to keep up a conversation.

Things didn't settle down for very long though. When Jim was barely three months old, Khan interrupted us whilst we were having dinner, a huge, stupid grin plastered on his face. " Ella! Haytham! " He laughed to himself. " I'm going to be a father! "

" Congratulations! " I grinned, standing up to wrap my arms around him. " And about time too! I was starting to consider giving you one of mine. " I laughed.

" No one touches my children. " Haytham growled, giving me a dark look as he came to congratulate Khan. " I am pleased to hear such good news my friend. " He smiled, placing his hand on Khan's shoulder.

" Thank you. " The native smiled in response.

" You better get married now. " I winked, making him scoff.

" I am not having some religious man talk a load of gibberish, professing a union before a cruel god to prove my love for Nakoma. " He frowned. " No offence. " He added quickly.

I shrugged, a smile still on my face. " Whatever. As long as I get to be an auntie! " I giggled.

" Aunt Eleanor and Uncle Haytham… " Khan nodded before laughing as well. " That doesn't sound at all right. "

" You're one to talk! " I cried. " I still remember you when you were sixteen. "

" At least I was level-headed. " He frowned. " Unlike you. You just ran around picking fights with anyone who would listen. A real trouble maker. "

" She hasn't changed that much I assure you. " Haytham intervened, winking to Khan. The two men were growing closer and closer and I was actually beginning to fear the day they would be good friends. I didn't want them to gang up on me.

Six months later, Nakoma gave birth to not one, but two healthy baby boys. She turned to Mary, who was now six years old, and asked for some clever names as she was too tired to think of any. " Romulus and Remus. " She suggested. " After the twins who were brought up by wolves and founded the city of Rome. " She smiled, too intelligent for her own good.

" Perfect. " Nakoma nodded, letting her head fall back onto the pillows.

" Which one is which though? " Khan frowned as he looked at the two boys in his arms.

I opened my mouth to speak and then stopped, realising the problem. " Good question. " I laughed, patting him on the back. " Can't help you there. "

As the years passed, our children grew and our Homestead prospered. Haytham and I enjoyed the feeling of having a family around us. Despite it all, neither of us had had a family since we were barely over ten years old and it had hardened us both, though it had affected Haytham more than me because I had always had Khan by my side whereas he had been on his own. But now we were together, we could finally settle.

Charles Lee had left the Americas to fight for the British army in Spain, which I was immensely glad about. The few times I had seen him since arriving back, he had shown himself even more cruel and harsh than he had all those years ago, and he no longer spoke to Haytham with admiration in his eyes. His position in the order had gone to his head and I disliked it when Haytham would speak to him. Despite all my complaints and words of caution, Haytham refused to see that his order was corrupted. He was a fervent believer in his cause and strived for justice and peace. I admired him greatly for it and was immensely proud to say that my husband had the courage to fight for what he believed was right for the world, putting other people's needs before his own, but the Templars were corrupted. I saw it in William Johnson's eyes when we had docked in New York, I heard in Charles Lee's voice, and with Thomas Hickey and Benjamin Church still acting as the vile leeches they had always been, I was scared they would bring Haytham down with them. It was something he and I would often fight about as I begged him to leave the order as I had done, but he would hear nothing of it. " The people need a leader. " He would say. " Someone who is unselfish and who sees the truth as it is. I cannot let injustice continue. " It was hard at first, but after a few years the order seemed to come to a stop on it's own. With Lee in Europe, Church, Johnson and Pitcairn fighting for the crown in America and Hickey doing who knew what, Haytham was able to stay home all the time and be a proper father, a proper husband. Jobs he excelled at.

He still wrote to his sister Jenny and one day I decided I would write to her as well. I often read my husband's letters to her and they were always factual, containing no emotion or feeling. It hardly surprised me really as I remembered the two of them having a very difficult relationship. But she was his sister, she was my sister-in-law, my children's aunt. She deserved to know what became of her brother and his children, the only family she had left. So I picked up an inkwell and some parchment, and began writing.

Tuesday, august 21st 1770

Dear Jenny,

I wanted to write to you because after all, you're my sister-in-law now. I still remember that time - long ago now - when we met in France, and how surprised you were that an Assassin would fall in love with a Templar. Now that I am older - and dare I say wiser - I realise how right you were. It was an unbelievable situation but I am pleased to say that it worked.

Of course, Haytham and I had our fair share of problems, which I know he has told you about, but we made it work. To be honest, it wasn't a decision I needed to make. The love we share is so deep, so strong that we couldn't even think of living without the other. Haytham makes me feel young and beautiful, loved and important. He is the kindest man I have ever met even though he likes to pretend he's not. I honestly cannot live without him anymore, he is everything to me. I know he has written to tell you about our children but knowing him it's all factual and doesn't give you a proper idea of what our family is like, so I've taken it upon myself to tell you about your niece and nephew.

Mary is now ten years old. She has long shiny black hair and bright blue eyes - she looks so much like Haytham. He disagrees though, saying that she has my nose, my eyes and my jaw line, so maybe I'm wrong. But she is Haytham's daughter through and through - she is always studying with him, constantly reading and learning to speak French. She loves nature and spends a lot of time in the forest watching the wildlife and learning about the trees, and plays with the rabbits a lot. She likes to be alone but I think it's because she dislikes the mischief the other children get up to. She may be young still but she already has strong beliefs in human rights and equality. She says she wants to become prime minister when she's older so she can fight for equal rights! But she also inherited Haytham's sarcasm - something he is immensely proud of - and the two are an unstoppable force together.

Then we have our little Jim who is five years old. Where Mary looks like Haytham, Jim looks like me - long messy ginger hair and big green eyes, and air of mischief and trouble about him. He also has Haytham's strong jaw line and build, and I'm sure he will be a lady's man when he is older. He already uses his charm to get what he wants and dislikes being the youngest in the family. Just last year I found him hanging from a tree wearing my tricorne hat, looking proud of himself. He wishes to become a pirate when he grows up, 'just like mama' - or so he says. He's always asking Haytham to teach him swordplay, and to his delight Haytham agreed to start the lessons on his sixth birthday, just as his father had done. So for now, Jim runs around with Nora.

Nora is fifteen and with long golden locks and green eyes, she looks like a princess - which is what I like to call her. But her looks are deceiving as she is feisty, argumentative and always orders people around. But she's always smiling and laughing, happy to help everyone, though I know deep down she hides the sadness of loosing her parents. I was afraid she wouldn't fit in, that she would feel like an outsider as she doesn't share the Kenway name, but Haytham has proved himself a good friend to her and the two share a strong bond. And Nora is constantly looking after both Mary and Jim, feeling protective over the two. It's very sweet.

Haytham and I are even aunt and uncle to two four-year-old Indian twins: Romulus and Remus. They are as mischievous as Jim and the three boys are inseparable. Their parents - Nakoma and Kahnawà:ke - are our rocks. Despite past rivalry between Khan and Haytham, I'm glad to say the two are now good friends and often drink together with our friend Kevin. You should see Haytham now - he is so much happier, calmer and kinder than he used to be. It's amazing to see what a family and friends have done to him. I'm so proud of him and I do not regret a single second of our relationship. He and I were made for each other and I will love him forever.

I hope this letter finds you well, take care of yourself,

Eleanor Kenway.