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Chapter Five: The City

Five months had passed in the village of Kanatahséton, and Ziio was at the peak of her pregnancy. This made Haytham and Chitraksh worry twice as much, since the heat was excruciating at the time being. Chitraksh had told Haytham to take her to Boston but he had always declined in hopes to keep Ziio in a good mood. Finally, when Ziio had complained about the summer heat and how it was making her head hurt, Haytham offered to take her.

Ziio shook her head as she skinned a rabbit. "No, I can have the baby here Haytham," she protested. "I'll be fine. The heat's not that bad." Haytham remained unconvinced. "You're eight months pregnant-I'm worried the heat will take its toll on you and the baby." He rested his hands on her protruding belly. "The risks Ziio."

The knife clattered to the dirt floor, and Ziio irritably removed Haytham's hands from her belly. "I know, but I'll be fine. Plenty of women have given birth in Kanatahséton." She turned to pick up her knife, but Haytham grabbed her wrist, and she gave him a warning eye. "Ziio, I know you're hesitant about the city-"

She snatched her hand out of Haytham's grip. "Hesitant?!" Ziio hissed. "I'm petrified to go to the city because I'm afraid Charles Lee will be there waiting for us." She looked at Haytham, her eyes wide. "I don't want to be seen weak! Charles or any one of the Templars might take it as a chance to strike us or my village."

Haytham smiled. "Ah, but Charles is in England at the time being, along with Thomas Hickey and John Pitcairn." He pulled out a dried up piece of parchment. "One of my sources informed me of this." Ziio glanced at the paper and then at Haytham, her eyes squinted in suspicion. "Why didn't you tell me of this informant?"

Laughter filled the longhouse, and several of the villagers outside looked at Haytham. "I wanted to let you enjoy yourself in your village, of course!" Haytham chuckled and his eyes soon became hazy. "It's the first place I visited in the New World; Boston." His chest filled with air as he sighed. "I just want to reminisce."

It all sounded like a good plan to both Ziio and Haytham-to have the baby in Boston- but one thing still irked Ziio: What happened when Charles Lee came back to Boston?

"Great," Ziio said. "But what happens when Charles Lee arrives back home?"

Suddenly, Haytham looked slightly worried, but it soon passed and he waved his hand nonchalantly. "I'll build a house in the Frontier while you rest in Boston for the time being. It will be both close to your village and Boston, so we can visit here whenever you-we!" He corrected himself quickly. "We like."

Ziio thought about the plan, going over everything quickly. It all sounded fair enough to her, and she nodded, smiling. "Yes, sounds good to me. I'll pack my stuff to go to Boston." Haytham nodded, slightly surprised.

"O-O-Okay."

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Haytham helped Ziio down from the carriage as soon as they arrived in Boston, careful not to let her fall and hurt herself. Many people glanced their way, mostly eyeing Ziio (and sometimes Haytham), but the former Templar gave each passer-by a warning glance.

Ziio gripped onto Haytham's cloak and whispered into his ear. "Don't be so rude." She hissed, glancing once again at the pedestrians. Haytham clenched his teeth together. "It's the people who are rude; glancing at us like that." He released and retracted his hidden blades several times. "Blooming idiots."

The carriage driver tapped Haytham on the shoulder. "Do you need help with your bags, my good man?" He bowed low, his hair almost touching the ground. Haytham nodded quickly, looking quite guilty. "Would you mind?" The driver shook his head. "Not at all, sir."

Once the address was given, Haytham grabbed Ziio's hand tightly. "Stay close to me. Boston is a big city, love." He placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her nimbly through dark alleyways, careful not to lose his grip on her.

They soon arrived at an enormous house tucked away in between some small penthouses in the middle of Boston. The house was made out of solid brick, and large windows were symmetrically placed accordingly. It was three stories high, but several stories wide, obviously taking up most of Main Street. It clearly was the largest house on the block.

Haytham pulled a large bronze key out of his pocket. "Welcome home, Ziio." He inserted the key into the keyhole and twisted, opening the door immediately. It creaked menacingly and Ziio was extremely fascinated by this, but refused to say so.

Inside, it was more impressive than the outside. There was a long hallway, and down at the end of it was a small writing desk that supported a candle, an ink pot and quill, and some pieces of parchment. It also supported a picture of a small family.

Ziio walked down the hallway and stopped at the first entrance, which was the living room. The living room was large, with a fireplace and two dark red Queen Anne couches. A William and Mary style ottoman was placed quite close to the fireplace and a dark brown floral rug was centered in between the ottoman and the couch. A side table supported another candle and picture of Haytham's family. Ziio thought it looked quite nice, but again refused to say so.

Next was the dining room, which had to be the most extravagant room in the house. There was a deep chocolate colored wood dining table with dark blue cushiony dining chairs. Yet another picture was there, and it was placed above the fine china collection, which was quite extensive. The picture was of Haytham's father, Edward, and Haytham as a child.

Last on the bottom floor included the kitchen, which was fairly nice. It featured lovely mahogany counters with fine detail etched onto it. Ziio loved to run her hands along the design, relishing the touch as it tickled her fingers ever-so slightly. Haytham smiled and planted a kiss on her temple.

"Lovely, isn't it?" He asked. "The house was designed by my father's good friend, Gregory Chatton." The former Templar stood still for a moment, admiring the interior of the house with a sad look. "He arrived in the New World before I did, but he's long gone by now." He sighed as he ran his fingers across the countertops. "I brought the furniture though. It was used in my house when I was younger."

Ziio smiled. "It's beautiful, but I will miss Kanatahséton." Her lips pouted and Haytham kissed her temple softly again. "I know you will." He laughed. "But wait until you see the rest of the house."

The native nodded. "I'm sure I'll enjoy it." Ziio looked sad as she said this. "I'm sure I will."

Haytham frowned, distressed at Ziio's unhappiness. "Do you not like it here?" he asked. Ziio looked up, surprised at his accusation. "I like it-I love it!" She sighed. "But I grew up not in this lifestyle-the lifestyle with all the luxuries- but out in the frontier. It's difficult out there, and I feel like I am betraying my people by leaving them."

It was easy enough to understand, and Haytham suddenly felt a pang guilt. "You know something woman," Haytham admitted as he slipped his arm around her waist. "I've never felt guilty about anything, but you've made me feel it." He held up two fingers. "Twice today!"

He then kissed her, running a single hand through her hair. Haytham backed away and smiled down at Ziio. "But in all seriousness, I hope you enjoy it here." Haytham said. Ziio laughed, her nose crinkling as she did so.

"Don't worry; I will."

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