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Chapter Eight: The Lullaby

Haytham was back out at the shops once more, because the last time he didn't have the luxury of a proper shopping trip. Currently he was browsing the baby clothes; his hands running across the soft fabric.

The shop lady was lazily leaning against the wall, but perked up at once when she caught sight of Haytham

. "Hello handsome." She greeted with a wink.

Haytham smiled politely and continued to browse the baby clothes for Connor. The lady looked quite taken aback but continued to pursue Haytham, who was now looking at a light blue smock for Connor.

She leaned closer this time, her breasts swinging dangerously low-almost knocking over the display of perfumes. "What are you looking for?" she asked, batting her eyelashes seductively. "Some hats perhaps?" She sauntered over towards the massive array of hats and turned flirtatiously. "Or," The saleslady moved towards the flurry of cloaks. "A new cloak?" She held up a lovely cream cloak.

The lady smiled at Haytham, showing yellow teeth and Haytham restrained himself from flinching away repulsively. "No thank you." He said, moving away towards the baby clothes. "I'm actually looking for a smock for my newborn son."

Haytham inwardly smiled as the lady blinked several times, letting that sink in. "Oh," she said, making a sour face. "Well, you're looking in the right place then." She then turned around, leaving Haytham to his business.

It so happened that Haytham needed something else, and he just couldn't resist not asking. "Oh and miss?" he called. The saleslady turned around hopefully. "Yes dear?" she asked. Haytham smiled widely, holding in a laugh.

"Do you happen to sell engagement rings?"

. . . .

Haytham had arrived back from shopping, and he heard Ziio singing to Connor in the living room with a sweet, melodic voice. She was rocking him sweetly as she sung and her eyes were loving and kind.

"Ho, Ho, Watanay." She sung, her eyes warm as she looked down upon her son.

She repeated the line. "Ho, Ho, Watanay." Connor's eyes were obviously becoming now by Ziio's melodic singing.

"Ho, Ho, Watanay." Connor was now asleep and Ziio was placing him in his crib

Ziio kissed his forehead before placing a blanket carefully over Connor. "Ki-yo-ki-na."

"Ki-yo-ki-na." She sang once more before turning around.

Haytham too was falling asleep, but awoke quickly when Ziio had jumped slightly in surprise. "Haytham-I didn't know you had come home." Ziio's surprised face was replaced with a small smile. "I'm glad your home, though." She nodded to Connor. "I see you enjoyed the lullaby that I sang to Ratonhnhaké:ton."

It was beautiful Haytham thought. "I did. What does it mean?" he asked, sitting on the bed; he drew Ziio down with him also.

She looked at him with deep brown eyes. "It's just a simple lullaby. No special meaning at all." Ziio had looked away and Connor, who was in a deep sleep.

Smiling, Ziio continued. "The words in the lullaby are repeated mostly. It starts out with 'Ho, Ho, Watanay," She sung this, and Haytham couldn't help but notice how beautiful her singing voice was. Confused, Haytham opened his mouth to ask what that meant, but Ziio beat him to it. "It means 'Sleep, Sleep, my little one'."

"Of course it then repeats," She said after a moment of silence. "Then the line 'Ki-yo-kin-na' follows after, and that means 'Sleep now'."

Ziio shrugged. "That's it." She admitted. "It's that simple."

Haytham nodded. "Just that simple."

The lullaby mentioned, yes, it's real. It's really sweet, I know! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please, review, favorite, and follow-like you guys don't :3

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