Hello lovelies! Sorry this chapter is so short. I really really really am! It was me trying to squeeze in two chapters in one night; but this did feel right. I feel like this was enough information, and it was fitting. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please favorite and review! Thanks so much lovelies! xxx

Chapter Seven: The Birth (Part II)

Haytham's heart stopped at Ziio's remark. "What?" he asked to no one in particular.

Ziio's face had contorted in pain. "Are you touched in the head?" She asked. "The baby's coming!"

She gripped onto Gaston's arm, who didn't look so jubilant anymore. Haytham tapped him on the shoulder, his face serious. "She need some towels," He looked up at the ceiling as if scanning a mental portfolio. "And maybe a blanket." He finished quickly.

His voice rose as Gaston still sat on the loveseat, dazed. "Gaston, now!" Haytham yelled. The large business man nodded and stood up from the loveseat, lowering down Ziio's end. "Yes, yes, of course." He then rushed off upstairs and Haytham took his spot quickly.

Ziio pursed her lips. "Is everything alright?" she asked, irritated. "Is everything alright with me?"

Haytham nodded. "Yes. You're right on due date actually; April 4th, 1756." He smiled, hoping to add a touch of cheerfulness into the situation, but Ziio was anything but cheerful-she was irritated. Haytham ignored her foul labor mood. "Now," he said, lifting her dress. "How dilated are you?"

He leaned forward slightly to examine her, but Ziio slapped his head away. "Haytham! What are you doing?" she asked in a hushed voice, although Gaston was not coming down anytime soon. Haytham rolled his eyes. "Honestly Ziio, did you not learn about pregnancy?" he asked.

Ziio blushed. "Well, no." She turned beet red as Haytham chuckled. "I thought it was gross, alright? Being a hunter and warrior is much better!" Her eyes shone brightly as she spoke fondly of her village again.

Haytham sighed and shook his head. "Alright, but I need to see how dilated you are." He stuck his head in between her legs momentarily, and retracted. "5 centimeters." He announced. The native frowned and leaned forward. "Is that-gooooooddd?!" Ziio's voice rose as a contraction started.

Worry flashed quickly across Haytham's face, but he shook it off and nodded. "Yes. It means the baby is on its way." He smiled. "That's really good. I can't wait."

Ziio gritted her teeth. "Neither can I."

Heavy footsteps were heard trampling down the stairs, and Gaston emerged from the hallway, donned with towels and a blanket. Haytham got up from the loveseat and accepted the towels and blanket with a curt nod. "Thank you Gaston. You've been of great service."

It seemed Gaston didn't hear Haytham, because he paced around the room anxiously. "All I wanted was to tell you that Charles Lee was coming back to Boston." He muttered as he twisted the curls of his powdered wig. "That's all I wanted." He continued to pace, muttering words of encouragement-mostly to himself.

Clearly Haytham was on his own-both he and Ziio knew it. "Well, we'll just wait and see."

. . . .

A baby's cry filled the air, and Ziio flopped onto the loveseat, exhausted. "It's a boy!" Haytham cried, lifting his son into the air triumphantly.

Gaston clapped enthusiastically in the corner and Haytham reached for a towel and softly wiped his son down, then carefully swaddled his son in the blanket. "Welcome to the world-?" He looked at the tired Ziio wondrously.

"What will his name be?" he asked.

Ziio smiled. "Ratonhnhaké:ton." Both Haytham and Gaston froze. "Radoo-Radoon-?" Haytham said, obviously slaughtering his son's name. She laughed at Haytham's attempt. "Connor instead." Gaston nodded approvingly. "A fine name Connor."

Connor, Haytham thought. That does feels right. "Connor," he repeated, looking down on his son, who currently had his eyes closed, as if dreaming.

"Well, welcome to the world, my son."

Good evening/morning/afternoon! I hope you guys enjoyed this heart string tugging chapter. My favorite part was actually the part where Gaston was the third wheel, haha! I did like it when Haytham obviously slaughtered Connor's name-not that I'm a person to be judging. Please favorite and review! Thanks so much loves xx