Sorry again for the lack of writing, loves! I just arrived back home from a long vacation, and needed a break with the fam. I took into account what Templar's Creed (that's the username) said about Haytham and Ziio's personalities. I know they weren't the way they were portrayed in the book and game, but I feel like if they were, they wouldn't be together, and that obviously didn't happen. This is just my thought on the subject. Thank you Templar's Creed for your brilliant review! Hope this granted you wish. . Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Love you all!
Chapter Six: The Birth (Part I)
"Master Haytham! Sir!"
Haytham tensed and his hand moved towards his pistol. Nobody knows I'm back in Boston. Haytham thought worriedly. I- His thoughts were interrupted when a man of about five feet tapped on his shoulder. He had yellow teeth that stuck out from between his cracked lips, and a powdered wig that covered his stringy grey hair.
He smiled, revealing even more yellow teeth. "Richard Robinson at your service, my good man." Richard clasped Haytham's hands in between his dry ones and shook them firmly. "Pleasure to meet you, sir."
The former Templar wasn't amused. "Do I know you?" he asked coldly as he retracted his hands from Robinson's sweaty ones. Richards smile faltered. "Well, no. I was asked to deliver a message from Gaston Hills." His voice lowered into a whisper and he leaned in close to Haytham's ear. "He wants to discuss some business with you." He smiled wickedly.
Haytham raised a single eyebrow nonchalantly at the mention of the sinister business man. "And what would he like to discuss?" Richard smiled nervously. "Well um, ha sir, he uh, would like to discuss some business about the you-know-what's." He frowned at Haytham's still non-impressed expression. "The T-E-M-P-"
A slow growl emitted from Haytham's throat, and Richard's mouth shut with a snap. "Tell him to meet at my place tonight at eight sharp." Haytham said. "I'm sure he knows my address, since no one knows I'm back in Boston." And at that, Haytham left Richard Robinson standing in the middle of the marketplace, his jaw hanging low.
. . . .
Ziio and Haytham sat on the loveseat near the fireplace, warming up from the chilly outside. Haytham had one hand placed on Ziio's protruding belly as he retold the day's events.
The native stopped Haytham mid-sentence. "Wait-Greg Hills-" Haytham smiled and corrected Ziio. "Gaston Hills." He stopped smiling when Ziio shot him an annoyed look. "Anyways," She continued pompously. "Greg Hills is arriving tonight at eight?"
Rolling his eyes, Haytham stood up from the loveseat. "Yes." He pulled out a pocket watch and examined it. "That actually is in a few minutes, so you better head upstairs." He proceeded to shoo Ziio, but she held up a single hand. "No. I don't want you staying down here alone as you discuss Templars."
Haytham scoffed. "What? Do you think I'll rejoin the Templars?" He laughed at his own joke.
"Yes" Ziio replied, utterly serious.
"Really Ziio." Haytham said, annoyed. "You're in one of those moods again."
"I am. I'm pregnant."
It suddenly became quite chilly in the room, even when the fire was still going. "Don't get me started-" Ziio eyes widened. "Don't get you started-?" She flared up.
The argument was cut short when a loud knock sounded from the walkway. Haytham adjusted his collar and began to turn around. "If you will excuse me." He then left Ziio in the lounge room with her arms folded across her belly. She scrunched up her nose.
"If you will excuse me." She mocked as loudly as she could, hoping Haytham would hear her.
Haytham did hear Ziio and chose to ignore her. Taking a deep breath and putting on his meanest face, Haytham opened the door and came nose to nose with the famous business man Gaston Hills.
Gaston was enormous. He had a huge beer belly and a huge beard that matched in size. His face was split in two by a huge grin, which showed perfect teeth. "Haytham, my boy!" he boomed as he clapped Haytham on the shoulder, who shrugged the man's hand off with a venomous look.
"I'm only here for business, Gaston, not drinks and drunk sob stories." He spat. Gaston's smile faltered only an inch and he laughed loudly. "Ha! What a sense of humor!" He clapped Haytham on the shoulder again.
The former Templar frowned. "That was not a joke. I'm being completely serious." He glared straight into Gaston's eyes for full effect, but none was taking toll on this jubilant business man, who just laughed it off again once more. Haytham sighed and decided to go with the flow, and laughed loudly with Gaston. "Just kidding, my friend." He said. "Just kidding."
Gaston proceeded to make his way towards the lounge room. "In here Haytham." He said. Haytham shook his head, reaching for Gaston. "No, no, no, no, not in-" He was too late, because Gaston had already seen Ziio, who was sipping on some hot tea, a triumphant smile on her face. "Hello Haytham-and who might this be?" She smiled at Gaston.
Haytham laid a hand on Ziio's shoulder. "Oh Ziio, this is Gaston Hills." He nodded towards Gaston, who was looked jubilant, as always. "And," he continued. "I thought you were going to sleep, dearie." He smiled at Gaston through gritted teeth. "Oh," Ziio said, her hand unconsciously rubbing her belly. "It's only eight o'clock, dearie."
The two proceeded with an eye battle, which Ziio one, naturally. "Right," Haytham said, defeated. "Of course." He sat down in the ottoman, one eye on Ziio and one eye on Gaston, who was currently scanning the lounge room. "Of course."
"Gaston," Haytham said, interrupting the huge man. "Your business?"
Nodding, Gaston sat down next to Ziio, making the loveseat rise and Ziio grasp onto the pillow, her eyes wide. "Yes, right." He dropped his voice low. "A man informed Charles Lee of your arrival in Boston a few days ago. Lee should arrive in a few days from England."
Haytham released and retracted his blade, while Ziio let out a yelp. "Who did?" he asked. Gaston waved the problem away with his hand. "He's been annihilated of course." Haytham rolled his eyes. "That's all good and well, but who informed Charles Lee?"
Gaston nodded. "Right. Yes, um, it was a carriage driver by the name of William Rocker." He smiled, clearly pleased with himself. "Do you know him?"
It suddenly dawned on Haytham. The carriage driver from the morning he arrived in Boston-he was a Templar! Probably a new recruit that Charles had appointed to keep a watch on Boston. Clever Charles, clever…
"Yes, in fact I do." Haytham said.
Ziio yelped in surprise and Gaston turned to her. "Are you alright, darling?" He asked, worry etched across his face. Sweat coated her face as she shook her head.
"No." She groaned. "The baby is coming."
Was that more in character? I hope so. They were both pretty stubborn to me, haha! Gaston Hills is my OC, thank you aaaand thank you. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please review! I love you all, my little loves!
Again, thank you Templar's Creed for your brilliant review! I'll try even harder for the character portrayal next time. :)