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Decisions

Chapter two: Worries

Haytham's POV

I has been approximately five years since my son was born, when Ziio awoke she named him a word in Mohawkian: Ratonhnhak`e:ton. It is as hard to pronounce as it is to spell; so I settle for calling him Connor. Ziio takes him to her village often, so often that he has a mix of a Native accent and a Bostonian accent. He learns with her how to hunt and climb trees, these teachings will come in handy once he is to take over the Order.

I look around my large home; it is quiet. Quiet is rare so I enjoy the blissful sounds of silence. I wonder where Connor has gone off to, Ziio decided to visit her village today alone.

"Connor," I ask and get more silence in return. "Damn, he's probably out in town again. When will he understand the danger that he faces?"

I stand, grab my hat and coat, and head out the door. Once outside, the scent of ocean fills my nostrils; Boston would be quite the laid-back city, if it wasn't for the damn people. Redcoats are crawling all over the city. I continue forward in my blatant search from Connor when I spot none other than Thomas Hickey flirting with one of the Boston girls.

"Oh, Victoria! You wo-"

How improper, to act so openly in public. I wonder if he's seen Connor. I approach him inhaling the vile stench of whiskey.

"Hickey, have you seen Connor?"

"Haytham! What a treat to see my boss outside the tavern meetings! Why are there two of you, Buddy?"

I say the next sentence with pauses in between words so that he may understand I am here on a mission.

"Have-you-seen-Connor? The child that is my son!"

"Oi! I just saw the lad run into Crazy Franklin's shop! Bye, Haytham!"

Good Lord, if he wasn't so damn good at what he does, he'd be taking a hidden blade to his jugular artery right now. I walk in the direction to Ben Franklin's general store, it doesn't surprise that Connor would go there. He enjoys small talk with the old man; he takes an interest in such gizmos and things. He'll be smart once he grows. I eventually get to the shop door; I open it and find Connor chatting away with Ben at the counter. Such a dump this place is, paint peeling, countertops wearing away.

"Connor Kenway!"

My rich English accent fills the room and his head immediately snaps up. Now that I know I have his attention, I approach him and begin my tirade.

"How many times have I told you to alert me before you exit the household?" I hear his meek reply.

"Several."

"Exactly! I know you can handle yourself, but I would like to know your whereabouts! Come with me."

I never do any physical punishment, at the most a smack on the hand. I press my hands on his back and push him out the door. In most cases I tell him, he obeys. He does this often, at least three or four times monthly. He follows behind me somberly; I hate the feeling after I scold him. It makes me feel as if I'm the one who did something wrong. I hear him ask if I'm still angry with him.

"Connor, of course I'm irritated with you. But, I am never angry with you. I Love you very, very much."

I always make sure to let him know that, even though I'm not the best with emotions, I let them surface with him.

"Father, I'm sorry and I love you too."

I smile softly before I speak again. "I accept your apology. Now, don't let it happen again."

I clap him on the back to show my encouragement before I continue walking with him.

"Wake up, Ista! You promised we'd go to the village today!" Connor comes barreling into our room, God, why can't he give us a break for one day?

"Ratonhnhak'e:ton, I'll be up in just a second, give Ista some time." Ziio rolled out of bed and walked into the washroom. I motioned for Connor to come sit with me on our bed.

"Good morning, son. I assume you are quite excited for your trip to the village today," I smile at him, "what do you plan to do?"

"Rake:ni, I am so glad you asked," his face was nearly split from his incredibly large smile, "some of the other children and I plan to go in the forest today alone!"

I frown at this, it' s already bad knowing Ziio's out alone with our son, now our son's alone! I don't say anything for awhile, Connor simply relishes in lying with his father waiting for his mother. We really are quite the family.

"Connor, you know I only mean well when I say this, but I really am not comfortable with you being out alone in the forest."

"Oh, Rake:ni! Please!" His face immediately saddens, and I wish I could put my words right back into my mouth.

"Now, now, I never said 'no'. I just want you to be extra careful, alright?"

"Yes, Father! I promise!" He smiles again.

"Ratonhnhak'e:ton, I you ready to leave?" Ziio questions him from the foyer.

"Yes, Ista," he looked up at me and smiled. "Goodbye, Rake:ni."

With that, he pranced away out the door. I could only pray to the good Lord above that he stays safe.

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