Hello people! Here is the second chapter...yeah. I did take long because 1. I'm on vacation 2. I had writers block. Sorry it's really short, but nothing cool popped in my head. But when this idea did, I was super excited. It was a super short idea; really more like short and sweet. It was the idea I could really go with. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Two: The Meeting

Haytham had finally clambered up the steep hill and rounded the bend.

"Gods," he mumbled to himself. "Where is that blasted woman?" He looked up as he heard a rustle above in the trees, and he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Ziio?" he called out. "Is that you up there?"

A blood curling shriek sounded and suddenly there was a warm body atop Haytham. Rolling over, Haytham came face to face with Ziio. She stood up quickly, looking embarrassed.

It surprised him, being jumped on for no reason. "What was that for?" Ziio brushing the snow carefully from her dress. "It wasn't for anything; I just-" She paused and sighed loudly. "I just lost balance." She mumbled.

A chuckle escaped from Haytham's lips. "You? You lost balance? Hardly!" he continued to laugh. "You were trying to attack me, of course!" The laughing continued, and Ziio pouted.

"I didn't attack you; I was feeling nauseous today and it relapsed as I was in the tree."

Silence greeted the pair and it was quickly broken by Haytham laughing. "Ha! You had nausea and it relapsed up in a tree?" Haytham clutched his sides as Ziio stamped her foot in frustration. "Don't you understand? I'm with child!" The laughing stopped abruptly, but Haytham's face was stuck in motion.

"What?" he said.

Ziio furrowed her eyebrows. "I'm with child; yours Haytham." She stepped closer. "I'm with child."

Haytham's face erupted into a huge grin. "That's brilliant!" he answered, lifting Ziio into the air. "We'll be an actual family! We can raise our child together; you can move in with me in Boston-"

The native raised a single eyebrow. "What? Why do I have to move in with you in Boston? Do you not like my village?" She inquired. Haytham shook his head. "No, no I just am busy with work, that's all."

"Busy with work?" Ziio hissed. "Isn't raising our child more important than your work?" she said, enraged. "How could you be more focused on something like work, when we have a child to raise?"

She glared at Haytham, infuriated. "I'm leaving." Ziio turned around quickly, and Haytham reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Wait, Ziio. We don't have to move into Boston! I can live with you in your village, if that's what you want?" She shook him off. "It's not about Boston, or my village. It's how obsessed you are with your work! We are supposed to raise a child together, but all you think about is work! It disgusts me."

Ziio turned around and ran off through the trees, but Haytham didn't follow her. What she said about his work; Haytham knew it was true. Work is important to him, but Ziio is important to him too.

The Templar's are so close to freedom and power. Haytham is so close to having a proper family since the death of his father and sister. It's either the Templars or Ziio.

Who will he choose?

I hope you enjoyed my story! Please review and leave ideas for next time, although I've already planned the next chapter. I feel bad because I did leave for 5 days, so I'm gonna go, go, go! on those chapters. Thanks loves!