Color The Sky

by Mystic Blade

Connor's life at Davenport homestead brings a sense of family after leaving Kanathséton as he makes new friendships with the residents and finds himself slowly assimilating into one large family. He partakes in a part of life that isn't tied to the assassins while one young resident tackles the new wild frontier to carve a dream for herself as they cultivate their new community.

69. Live Each Moment

Music Inspiration: Joris de Man and Julie Elven - "This Place, This Moment" and "Solace Beneath the Stars"

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Live Each Moment

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25 October 1778

The news of their child exploded through the town within hours after they arrived and he was proud to confirm the news when asked. He had arrived in Davenport as a boy and now, he would be a father by the spring. He still couldn't believe the bubbly redhead that he'd fallen in love with returned it and their family was branching out. Caroline's parents were ecstatic to have another grandchild on the way which led Catherine to sending extra food for her to keep up her energy. They had celebrated at the Burnett homestead the evening they returned and the matriarch worried at seeing her oldest retch terribly after dinner. The only scent that Caroline could tolerate was the air from the cove and chicken soup. Anything spicy or aromatic sent her running for the nearest bucket. She was incredibly thankful that her husband's scent didn't send her running away.

This sent Ratonhnhaké:ton to purchase antiemetics to help his wife recover quicker from the nausea bouts. Their first week at home sent her running to the washroom every morning with the worst occurring in that time frame. Without food in her stomach, it was easier to purge little fluid but the sickening feeling in her stomach remained. He worried over her health when she began eating very little in an effort to keep down her meals and he picked the fruits from their garden for fresh juice. His wife was having a harder time with the pregnancy than she let on, especially when he saw her taking frequent breaks with her chores. In the end, he advised her to stay indoors to recuperate and sleep just as she had on the Aquila. If it helped then, maybe it would help now. He never expected for a pregnancy to take such a toll on a woman but he didn't know very much about that topic.

After discovering her pregnancy, he apologized profusely for mistaking it for illness. Of course, neither of them knew what a first pregnancy would entail but he still felt responsible. Caroline simply laughed it off and told him to prepare for fatherhood. He was still in blissful shock that a baby would be in their arms by spring. Dr. White would likely be shooing him away from the clinic by the end since he worried for Caroline's health with each passing month. He took the reins in cooking during days when she couldn't hold down her food and made sure to cook tolerable meals that didn't trigger her symptoms.

The town drew together to drop off food for them when they noticed Ratonhnhaké:ton picking up draughts to help his wife tolerate eating. For Caroline, she found the most peace in simply floating in the cove in the cool water and fresh air. He joked that he would tie her by the foot to the small dock by their property to prevent her from floating off. Instead, he accompanied her and stayed by the shore to whittle wooden toys for their baby to use when they were older. He was living the peaceful life he dreamed of beside his wife and although he hoped it never ended, he knew he would have to venture out to end the enemy at some point.

It was early in the afternoon when there was a knock on the door while he set up a small log pile beside the fireplace. Their family had been dropping off food for them to help after seeing him tackle the work on the homestead to let her recover. It helped them a lot and he appreciated their kindness. Caroline had stubbornly tried to escape their home to prove she was useful but even Sir Cornelius turned against her by emitting a warning gobble if he spotted her outside.

"I can get it!" Caroline offered swiftly at hearing the knock from her open bedroom doorway. She was not a fan of lying down with nothing to do but the naps were comforting. It was easier to snuggle during cool weather compared to humid hot weather.

"Don't even think about it" he called back playfully to deter any effort to leave their room. He didn't want her wasting energy on something he could do. Her responsibilities were to sleep, heal, and eat to recover. Dr. White had already informed them this could last for the first three months of a pregnancy. Given that their baby would be born in spring, they were closing in on that end time. Martha admitted that her spells were not to the extreme as Caroline's and the brunette would often drop by to stay with her sister.

Ratonhnhaké:ton opened the front door and was greeted by the women of Davenport. Surprise was clear on his face, especially when Ruth held up a frosted cake with fresh fruit on top. He noticed that they all carried items in their hands, sparking his curiosity. He remembered the same occurred with Martha soon after her baby news were revealed. The women of the town brought them gifts for the baby and goodies for the mother's health. Were they receiving the same?

"What is this?" he asked uncertainly, still lost to colonial customs, but Elizabeth squeezed through to pull the boggled man away from the door. He would never turn away anyone so she ushered in everyone with a wave of the hand. When it came to his wife, he accepted any help. The shorter redhead wore a gray dress which surprised him, especially when seeing Martha wear a male tunic with her usual blue skirt. The two were switching fashion attire quite a bit that year which was amusing.

Prudence held up a basket of fresh fruit and vegetables to smile at him, explaining their reason for visiting, "Given that you brought this entire town together, we decided to drop off a few gifts in celebration of your first baby."

Caroline and Ratonhnhaké:ton had been incredibly helpful during her own pregnancy so it was time to return the favor. She had added a bushel of herbs for tea that helped soothe her own discomfort during the first months. Carrying a child was different for each woman and Caroline's vibrant personality plummeted after her return to Davenport. She lingered indoors rather than wandering the town for perimeter checks like she usually did. Her family's concern spread through the town within the week, especially when Ratonhnhaké:ton was spotted going back and forth from Dr. White's clinic.

Ratonhnhaké:ton appreciated the gesture of their visit but his wife was unwell. He didn't want to add more activity to her current condition and told them with a sincere apology, "That's very kind but Caroline-"

"I'll be right there! Don't forget me!" his wife butted in desperately for a reason to escape and return to a sense of normalcy. Slowly, she sat up to gather her bearings and breathed in deeply to prevent any bouts of dizziness. On days when she felt no appetite, she would experience bothersome dizziness and her husband would bring her drinks to substitute her meals. Glancing down at her attire, she frowned at her humble ivory nightgown and knew she had to change into something suitable. At least she brushed her teeth after every vomiting spell so she had that going for her.

From the main foyer, Myriam fought back a grin at her friend's determination and remarked, "She's not enjoying the bedrest."

"Not at all" he agreed with a long sigh at Caroline's tenacity to continue her everyday routine. It was an admirable effort to defy her pregnancy's demands but she couldn't overexert herself. Their baby required her to be healthy for nine months and rest was necessary, even if she didn't agree with it. He didn't want her to become severely ill and risk the baby's health either.

"I'll help her" Martha informed the group to break away and headed straight into the hallway of the home. Visiting her older sister had become common nowadays, switching their earlier roles in the summer when Caroline visited her to help with housework. She and her family began making extra portions with their meals to drop them off for Ratonhnhaké:ton so the two didn't have to worry about more chores. The couple had looked after them for so long that the two were unfamiliar with receiving the same care when they needed it.

Elizabeth chased after the brunette with giddy steps and added in helpfully, "I'll go for backup."

Martha shot her a dry glance at needing an extra hand but Elizabeth didn't hesitate to point at her large belly. She was not about to have her sister's baby arrive prematurely and for her other pregnant sister to fall out of bed. Caroline's face brightened immediately when her sisters entered her bedroom and raised her arms happily. She could taste potential freedom at the mere sight of them! She ushered them inside with glee and called out with expectation, "My sisters! Are you here to help plot my escape?"

As much as they loved her, neither of her siblings would risk her health now. Their usually vibrant sister appeared worn with dark undereye circles, dry lips, and more defined cheekbones. Her auburn hair was frizzy and unkempt as loose hair escaped from the long braid over her right shoulder. They understood why Ratonhnhaké:ton worried for her. Martha sat down beside her to offer a sympathetic smile at keeping her homebound and told her, "No, we're here to bring you cake and gifts."

"Along with the townsfolk" Elizabeth informed to let her know of the awaiting audience. She approached her sister's large cabinet to open it to find a casual dress to throw over her shift. Picking out a powder blue dress, she pulled out the dress along with a black shawl to keep her warm and add bulk to her lean form.

"Best I look decent, then" Caroline chuckled dryly, appreciating the concern but feeling helpless at living her daily routine. She loved her baby endlessly but she never imagined a pregnancy could debilitate her. All she could do was count down each day and remember that the horrid symptoms would eventually subside.

Martha picked up a wooden hairbrush from her night table to smooth down her sister's hair, untying the white linen tie at the end of her braid. When she visited her, she would often convince Caroline to nap beside her to relieve Ratonhnhaké:ton's worry. She had always been a child that hid behind her stronger elder sister until she felt independent but now, her eldest sister clung to her for support. With her baby due until December, she would be able to help her through the worst of it. Thankfully, they both had spouses that would grant them time for each other.

In the main foyer, the women focused on arranging their gifts on the dinner table. Most consisted of food for the couple but Ellen knitted baby blankets and several winter outfits. Prudence crafted soaps and creams for the new mother and baby to keep their skin healthy after the delivery. Myriam made jerky snacks from various meats for the couple to keep them fed. Diana purchased almost all of Dr. White's antiemetic stock and sleeping draughts to help her goddaughter. Catherine and the girls brought a variety of clothes, baked goods, jams, and dry goods in handy wooden crates. Ratonhnhaké:ton appreciated the food for his spouse, hoping it would tempt her to eat, and Catherine asked worriedly, "How is she, Connor?"

Between her and Martha, the two alternated on helping him care for Caroline. Elizabeth would drop by before her shifts at the rehab center to add an extra hand so her sister would not be alone. When she began reporting dizzy spells in the morning, Ratonhnhaké:ton stayed close by and Elizabeth handled their chores. Godfrey released Samuel for a few hours to help his sister with the chores and the horse rehab center to keep things running smoothly. Ratonhnhaké:ton was taking it one day at a time with his day revolving solely on her, telling her mother sullenly, "She is keeping food down in smaller quantity but her appetite is very little."

"You're worried" Catherine noted at his solemn demeanor since he treasured his other half. Neither of them expected Caroline's first pregnancy to be difficult and he confided in her that his greatest fear was losing either her or the baby.

"Yes, it is our first baby and I do not know how to help" he admitted weakly with a tired smile, his tense shoulders relaxing now that their family was present. In the daytime, he had them to help tend to his wife but at night, he would jerk awake to make sure she was safe and sleeping well. He had slipped into his role as a husband with a few bumps but the role of a father was a daunting one. Their child had not been born but he worried endlessly for both them and Caroline.

Amelia offered him a mug of hot tea, surprising him that the women were already preparing drinks and food for them, and he accepted gladly. With the lack of sleep, his concentration clouded over occasionally. He had shared a glass of water with Caroline to get her to drink fluids and she managed to keep it down so there was one victory today. Inhaling the citrus scent of the tea, he calmed to the steam and sipped the hot drink. The redhead sympathized with him, just like the rest of the town, and she reassured him with a kind smile, "Being beside her will be most comforting."

Diana scuttled forward to place a wooden box on the dinner table, its contents concealed with a lid. The blond brushed the back of her hand across her forehead to brush away wayward strands. She patted the hefty box to inform him with a proud smile and bright blue eyes at her gift, "I brought extra draughts from Dr. White for you. Between this and Prudence's herbs, she'll be set for quite a while."

Caroline leaned against the doorway with a fond smile at watching the women bustle around the dining area. She had not expected such kindness from them and treasured what little gifts they brought. By the look of her full dining table, it was anything but small. Her husband spoke with her family and she was struck with guilt at the exhaustion that filled his eyes. He was her rock through everything but she couldn't risk him falling ill either. He had to remain sharp on Templar activity, not tending to her every whim. Elizabeth looped her arm through hers to usher her into the room with support in case she felt lightheaded. In the afternoon, she was sleepier while the evening brought back some of her appetite.

"Caroline!"

She raised her hand to shed the spotlight from her because Ratonhnhaké:ton was the true champion by handling their home and her condition. The happy atmosphere among the women cheered her up instantly after spending most of her time in her bedroom. She didn't realize how much she missed socializing and drew her remaining sisters into a hug. She missed seeing Amelia and Alice, aware they were busy with school and studying. One by one, she moved around the room to hug her friends to thank them for visiting her. She knew they were all busy women with her sisters teaching, Ellen's tailoring, Myriam's hunting, Prudence's harvesting, and Ruth's bakery (which Caroline really hoped was closed and not with an active oven). Corrine was absent but Martha sent her regards since the inn was as busy as the lumber mill.

"Thank you for visiting us" she spoke gently about the welcome visit and smiled happily at the friendly faces. Her friends were dressed humbly with casual dresses which made her feel better at not being able to wear a puffy skirt. Their cheerful expressions brightened her own and reinvigorated her old energy. Patting the skirt of her dress, she chuckled awkwardly to apologize for her appearance, "I'm afraid I'm not presentable for hosting."

"Don't you worry about that" Myriam scoffed with an amused grin at dressing up for a simple get-together. They would all be returning for their chores of the day and with it being a weekday, this was their long-awaited break. She left her pelts for drying at her old cabin, which was now surrounded by barbed wire to deter poachers.

Prudence handed her a small glass bottle that held lavender doused in oil and Caroline smiled gratefully. The farmer had been her best blessing in helping her recover from the nauseous bouts by combating it with calming scents. Lavender did not make her want to hurl and she popped off the wooden cork to sniff it happily. Her tense muscles relaxed instantly and she dabbed a fingertip of oil over her nose to combat strong scents. She leaned over to hug Prudence once more and the older woman spoke affectionately, "We're happy to see you."

"And drop off goodies for both of you and the baby" Ellen smiled gleefully at the bundle of baby clothing she sewed from extra pieces of fabric. She didn't know what she or Martha were having so she didn't throw pink or blue into the color selection. Ratonhnhaké:ton didn't really care about gender colors as long as his child was warm against the elements. His son could wear pink and his daughter blue for all he cared. Still, it was heartwarming to know that the town was watching over their unborn baby.

Caroline reached for the wicker basket on the table that held folded blankets and clothing. Ellen had the most intricate and delicate stitching which was perfect for baby clothes and hiding seams. Running her hand over a pastel yellow blanket, she smiled brightly to its surreal softness. Her baby would be wrapped up warmly inside it and she thanked the seamstress with a proud smile, "These blankets are so soft, thank you."

After tallying each presence in her home and noticing a few missing faces, she smiled cheekily to ask aloud, "I'm missing Maria and Anne."

Amelia chuckled warmly to the missing girls since their mothers were strict about a good education. Given that they were there during a break, she informed her sister with an amused smile, "I left Michael in charge of the children while I attended with the other ladies."

"Will he survive?" Elizabeth chuckled impishly to their newest resident but the teacher was almost as playful as the other children. She would not be surprised if she found him playing catch with them during break to pass the time.

His sister waved a hand in dismissal and told the redhead with a silly smile, "Oh, he's been through worse. He'll take rowdy over tantrum any day."

"How are you?" Catherine asked quietly, pulling Caroline's attention away from the plush baby clothing. Caroline hugged her tightly, missing her motherly presence in the mornings when she felt lousiest. Had she endured this during one of her own pregnancies? Would this happen with every pregnancy if she and Ratonhnhaké:ton planned for more children?

Catherine sensed the weaker strength in her usually robust daughter and heard her whisper halfheartedly, "Going day by day, mother."

"You are a strong girl" Diana encouraged her spirit to continue fighting every day. After witnessing her growth from a baby to an adult, there was nothing that she couldn't do. Catherine fretted over her pregnant daughters but Caroline took the top spot with her early pregnancy maladies. Whenever her friend stayed the morning in the couple's home, Diana looked after her chores with Alice and Elizabeth. Caroline hugged her godmother with a fond smile for her help with both of their families, lucky to have such a good second mother. Diana loved the children as if they were her own and she claimed jovially, "Your baby will be even stronger."

The redhead shook her head because she would not be who she was without them in her life and stated earnestly, "I'm only as strong as those who have supported me."

Taking notice of the frosted cake with fresh glistening fruit, she smiled widely at the scrumptious dessert. Lightly sweetened foods were tolerated better than salty foods, which led her husband to create sweeter tasting meals to help her cope. Apart from Ruth, Martha created delicious cakes and would drop off slices to keep her fed. Clasping her hands over her chest, she smiled at the group to compliment with awe, "What a beautiful cake!"

The blond baker chuckled modestly, flour still lightly present on her white apron, but she enjoyed baking for the town. They allowed her creativity to flourish and for her passion to be lived to its fullest – what more could she ask for? After hearing that the redheaded sailor was unwell and the women invited her for a group visit, she decided to bring a cake for sustenance. Amelia informed her of the recent foods that were tolerated and she packed what she could into a cardboard box. Being new in town that summer, she was delighted that the town befriended her quickly and told the pregnant woman, "Connor told us about you feeling under the weather so no strong scents."

"Thank you for your kindness" Caroline beamed happily at the outpour of love from the women and her cheeks flushed rosy in embarrassment. This was far more than she ever expected for her family and would repay their kindness once she returned to herself. The packed food and clothing littering her dining table was a heartwarming sight and for once, her stomach rumbled hungrily for the cake. Her vision blurred as emotion overwhelmed her heart and her voice wavered with gratitude for the extra help, "All of you."

"Oh no, don't cry, you'll make me cry" Martha warned her with a wag of the finger to prevent a waterworks storm between them. Her pregnancy made her more emotionally fragile and anytime someone cried, she was quick to follow. Caroline sniffled to steady her emotions and wiped her eyes quickly, smiling when the brunette hugged her.

Alice motioned to the food that was set aside on the right side closest to the fireplace for heating. She didn't want her sister to feel drained from standing and paying attention. Foraging for a metal plate from one of the cabinets, she scuttled back to the table and encouraged her, "Eat a little, Carrie."

"No, she might hurl" Elizabeth objected worriedly to prevent more embarrassment for her sister. Before she could reach for the plate, Caroline grabbed it from her littlest sister to keep it for herself.

Both girls gazed at their sister with concern but Caroline knew her limitations, telling the group, "I can handle it . . . maybe."

Ruth did not want her to fall ill again or cause any problems, blushing profusely as she offered politely, "I can take the cake away?"

"No, don't you dare!" Caroline exclaimed swiftly to having the pretty cake seized and stood protectively in front of it. Her husband refrained from sighing at her sudden gumption but he was happy to see her old spirit return. He grabbed the plate and after a resistant tug from his wife, a reassuring smile from his end released the metal plate. He would not deny food from her when she needed it most and he could host if she felt under the weather.

Ratonhnhaké:ton motioned for Alice to hand him a knife from one of their drawers and the brunette fished out one to hand it over. He cut into the round cake for a small triangular slice in case his wife would not be able to finish it. He really hoped that she would tolerate it to the last bite. Handing it to her with an optimistic smile, his wife returned it and eagerly grabbed the offered fork from her little sister. He glanced at the gathered women and spoke up for both just as she took her first bite, "We appreciate every single one of you."

Caroline's taste buds melted at the softness of the fluffy cake, not finding it heavy at all. Her husband left an apple slice on top and she cut off a piece to eat it alongside the cake. For once, she praised her heavens that the lavender held back any nausea and the lack of a strong scent from the cake allowed her to enjoy it. Ratonhnhaké:ton worried she would run to the washroom while the crowd watched expectantly but Caroline smiled broadly with delight to claim, "This cake is delicious! I'd eat more if I wasn't afraid I'd vomit."

"Small, frequent meals" he reminded carefully of the advice from Dr. White, which he was following diligently. Caroline was almost tempted to call him her diligent nurse but his dedication was out of love.

"Yes, my dearest" she obeyed with a sly smile to maintain her health and savor the delicious cake. The positivism from the women and their gifts of love lifted her spirit to return her to a sense of normalcy. The summer was the last time she felt like herself and it seemed oddly long ago. Still, the familiar faces before her said otherwise.

Ratonhnhaké:ton humored her by fretting over her stability with food and he advised her worriedly, "If you feel lightheaded-"

"I can sit down for a conversation with them" she assured with a warm smile and he couldn't deny her happiness. Not after what she was enduring day by day. Alice was quick to grab a chair to place it behind her eldest sister for safety and Caroline squeezed her shoulder with thanks. Sitting down, she kept her slice of cake close to her and she sighed despondently at ending their get-together abruptly, "I haven't left the house in weeks."

Her reasoning was just but he would keep a very keen eye on her while everyone interacted. Catherine rested a hand on his back to reassure him that they would all care for her. Ratonhnhaké:ton smiled at his wife and humored her gently to let her have fun, "All right but if you turn pale, I will escort you back to bed."

"I agree" she chuckled softly to his deal because she wanted to enjoy some time to be herself. As much as she wanted to be a mother, she didn't want to lose sight of her old self. She refused to give into her symptoms and with friends and family like this, she would best the hardest part of her pregnancy. Reaching out to grasp his hand, she squeezed it supportively and remarked optimistically, "Just a few more weeks, right?"

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30 November 1778

Ratonhnhaké:ton smiled sleepily at the sunlight filtering through his bedroom window. The last few months had been a blessing for him as he was able to live in town like a civilian and stay home beside his pregnant wife. He had not felt entirely happy since that June summer night and part of him wondered if he deserved it, especially when Caroline fell ill, but his wife flicked his forehead to snap him out of that rumination. Time did not change or stop and with that in mind, he accepted his losses and welcomed the positive that would arrive in the upcoming new year. He couldn't believe the year was almost gone and fondly reminisced his wedding day, looking down at his sleeping wife as they approached their first year together. It was hard to believe sometimes that they had once been children wandering the world to find meaning until meeting each other.

He smiled fondly when his wife stirred beside him, the arm draped around his chest tightening briefly before relaxing. Caroline never budged from holding onto him during their sleep unless it was extremely hot. His arm tightened around her shoulders in reassurance before rubbing circles down her back to wake her. A wide smile broke across her lips and she sighed happily before opening her eyes. He pressed a kiss to the top of her forehead in greeting and she snuggled with delight to his body warmth.

"Good morning" he greeted gently to begin another day at her side and pulled the bedsheets up to her chin. With winter approaching, the mornings were becoming chillier and he didn't want her becoming ill. He had both his wife and baby to care for now, clutching her close once again.

Caroline chuckled to his affection, adoring him even more, and replied fondly, "Good morning."

"It's good to no longer seeing you run from the bed each morning" he joked gently, relieved that her horrible nausea spells left and she could stay in bed with him. His wife was over the moon now that her dry heaving and nausea had subsided. He worried every time she woke, especially during October when she became lightheaded and required bedrest for two weeks. His wife was a strong person, clutching onto the walls to make her way to the kitchen to make breakfast until he sent her back inside. For once, he was the one caring over her like a mother hen.

"Believe me, I'm glad to stay in bed this time" she chuckled sleepily to staying in bed without the need to hurl. Being stuck on bedrest with a whirlwind stomach did not make her happy, especially when they only had one window for fresh air. Martha reassured her that it would all pass and now, she was blissfully happy that the worst was over. Well, apart from labor itself. She ran a hand over the visible swell of her pregnancy, a daily ritual when she woke to greet the baby, and told her husband, "I might have to when the baby swallows my entire waist."

He would not care if she stayed in bed all day if it meant her safety and their child's. After watching her stumble and barely eat anything for almost a month, he was relieved to see her sleeping comfortably. Unfortunately, his wife was not the stationary type after a life in the countryside. His hand covered hers over her pregnant belly as a reminder of their safe child and he agreed, "And I expect nothing less."

Her blue eyes brightened innocently, causing him to raise one eyebrow in curiosity, and she asked sneakily, "Can I have a meat pie for breakfast?"

"I'm a horrible baker but you can" he chuckled warmly at her strongest food craving throughout the day. She was already a fan of the food but it appeared that their child took after their mother. He didn't mind baking a few for her and practice made perfect. After endless requests, he didn't burn them entirely anymore. The crazier part was watching her devour his failures without stop. Kissing her forehead, he whispered gratefully, "Whatever you want. I'm happy to see you healthy again."

"I'm tougher than I look" she chuckled softly to her inner conflict with her own body for over a month. He had tended to her loyally without hesitation, even holding her hair back when she hurled into a bucket, so she was the lucky one. She could ask for no better husband and squeezed him tightly with a content smile. He was as committed to her during this trying time just as she had been through his trials.

"I know, but I still worry" he whispered honestly about his vulnerability when it came to her well-being. Their unborn baby only added another layer to that loyalty. No matter how many years passed between them, she would be his priority. After losing the people closest to him, he feared losing his other half. Caroline, however, could only promise to do her best to fight her own pregnancy instincts but she could now relax. She still enjoyed the company to her home from her loved ones but she was even more overjoyed to venture out again into town. Breathing in the fresh air and watching puffs of smoke leave the chimneys was not the same as being inside her home watching out a window.

Caroline smiled with delight when he hugged her tightly and he admitted affectionately, "I want to grow old with you."

"We will" she promised lovingly, refusing to give into her inner fear, and intertwined her legs with his. His body warmth was stronger than hers and she preferred him over the blankets now that the mornings grew colder. She tapped his nose fondly and joked with a small chuckle, "You'll be riddled with grandchildren and wonder why we had so many children."

"We are insane if we go through this again anytime soon" he warned playfully to having children too closely in age, mainly for her safety above all. Watching her toss and turn with discomfort in the early morning and vomit most of her food, he did not want to witness that again. He was accustomed to his vibrant and confident wife that handled problems alone, much like himself, but she needed him in a way he had never experienced. There were many nights when he clutched her tightly, wondering if she would be better or worse the following morning.

"Thank you for taking such good care of me" she whispered gingerly to his extreme delicate care of her and never heard a complaint from him. He thanked every resident that dropped by to lend a hand and Caroline told him that they would host the Christmas celebration at the Mile's End. Their generous and kind town deserved to dine and dance for their love of them.

Ratonhnhaké:ton couldn't have done it without extra help and was impressed with the town. Her family never hesitated to be present every day with the boys dropping off chopped wood, pails of boiled milk, and extra bread loaves, after the women left. He never felt more supported and happier for the wellbeing of his wife, and told her easily, "You're my wife, I will do anything for you and our baby."

"We're very lucky to have you, my love" she sighed happily for his steadfast resolve and kissed him on the lips to dote on him, "My best friend."

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8 December 1778

Another night of steady snowfall left the land around the school covered in a blanket of snow. The residents of Davenport were waking up to begin their bustle and open for business. The only ones commuting to work were Myriam, Norris, Walter, Patrick, Godfrey, Terry, and Amelia. Samuel and Elizabeth would wake later to start their shifts while everyone else was able to work from home. Regardless of the season, life carried on and the residents adjusted to the elements to meet their daily activities.

With Caroline out of commission in the early mornings, Patrick walked Amelia to the school to ensure her safety before heading to the mill. Alice was undergoing her studies for a teaching certificate and dedicated long hours to study. Her sister had done the same during her time as a student and she would follow in her footsteps. With Ratonhnhaké:ton offering her a position in teaching younger children, she needed to pass the exam. Catherine was proud to see another of her children find their path in life but gave her second oldest a knife to carry for extra protection against wildlife or strangers. After having Caroline attacked as a teen by a bobcat and the scare so long ago from a burglar, she wasn't leaving anything to chance with her children.

The redhead was always the first to arrive and open early, missing the company of Alice and Caroline that month with the changing weather. Thankfully, the snowfall had stopped before she left the house or the shoveling efforts would be wasted. If the snow increased, she would have to cancel classes earlier than expected to let the children return home safely. The late fall and early winter had the largest classes since children helped during spring and summer with clearing land, prepping for planting season, and then harvesting. She was very glad that her parents decided not to farm and stuck to logging instead.

"Why do you insist on shoveling the walkway alone?"

Amelia stopped to dump the snow off to the side of her half-cleared path to the school. She didn't want children falling and hurting themselves on school grounds. The white-painted building was her pride after witnessing its creation from the foundation to the painted walls that she and her family finished. It was a family effort to improve the town and she was humbled to be the head teacher. She turned to find their newest member in town, Michael, dressed in dark wool layers and a linen cap that didn't offer much protection against the cold.

"Caroline helped me in the past but her pregnancy has her sleeping till late morning" she answered politely to her lack of help but that didn't deter her. After years of bearing harsh winters, a simple thaw by the wooden heater inside the school would work wonders. She stuck the metal shovel into the snow, leaning against it, and offered easily, "I've done this before at home though. Nothing to it."

As a woman, she expected a bit of resistance from Michael as a teacher after experiencing similar in the city. She had encouraged Alice not to let the disparaging ratio of men over women at the exam to affect her mentality. Michael, however, was a humble teacher that made true on his word to work and lend a hand to be part of the town. Ruth opened a bakery beside the school to keep a close distance to the inn and general store for supplying them. Her students also paid many visits to the shop after school ended for a treat. Sebastian became fast friends with Samuel and he was helping at the mill while trying his best to fish during winter for extra coin.

Their family reminded her greatly of hers and she sympathized with their parental loss. Ratonhnhaké:ton and Patrick helped the Archer family to build their home, even if they didn't have much to afford the materials. Amelia, Alice, and Samuel helped them move and the redhead took note of their worn attire, little furniture, and dull cookware. Michael wasn't one for charity but he wasn't a proud oaf that would let his family go without necessities. Thus, he accepted extra clothing, food, furniture, and dining ware with the promise to help the town. As each began working, three incomes helped to pay Ratonhnhaké:ton for his loan despite the native doing his best to refuse the money. His siblings were happy, healthy, and fed with beds to call their own so he decided to claim his first homestead.

"Except fighting the morning chill" Michael pointed out, crossing his arms to hug some warmth into himself. The lack of tall buildings allowed the wind to sweep in mercilessly in the town. He had adjusted to daily life in Davenport but the elements were a different story. His home was always puffing a cloud of smoke from the chimney after sundown to keep warm at night. Amelia was amused at his dislike of the cold and laughed aloud at his advice, "You should have waited for some extra hands to arrive."

"My mother always said a neat home presents civility and warmth" Amelia replied confidently to her lessons on self-sufficiency and keeping a tidy home or business. Like her father, she wanted her school to shine to show off her dedication. She polished the metal bell diligently on a weekly basis despite the daily ice buildup and swept the porch free of snow daily. Picking up another shovel full of snow, she told him matter-of-factly, "My students deserve no less and I don't shy away from the elements."

"Not if their teacher gets frostbite" he pointed out amicably to prevent early illness before the brunt of winter. Without Amelia running the school and directing him or Alice, they would struggle with course lectures. She knew the progress of each student and their deficiencies to improve their education. It was quite an admirable trait for an educator which urged him to match the same diligence.

"I'll have you know I've survived eight winters here" she stated with a friendly smile but her sharp blue eyes sparked confidence. Her sisters helped her boost her own bravery to tackle new situations and she refused to live in fear again. The school was her passion, just as Elizabeth found it in horse care, Martha with her growing family, and Caroline with the sea. She even had Alice following in her footsteps and couldn't let her down. Amelia crunched snow under her leather boots and warned him about their winters, "If the first round is making you skittish, you'd best add some layers for warmth. We're prone to blizzards out here."

Michael peered behind him to the south of the road where the previously green pastures were hidden under a white blanket. The top of the trees were doused in snow, giving them a beautiful appearance. White smoke left his lips as he pointed to the mountains in the distance that were hidden by cloud cover and he spoke, "I will admit it is colder here but there is so much beauty when the forest is covered in snow."

"Davenport has that charm" she chuckled softly to the quaint and tightknit community that was now a bustling town. In less than ten years, they had added numerous families and thriving businesses. She had once asked Ratonhnhaké:ton if he felt dismayed at the development of the land that had once been very isolated and hidden in dense forest, given his respect for nature. Her brother-in-law, however, made note that the residents lived within nature by never taking more than they needed to survive.

Michael stepped past her to head into the school to grab another shovel and informed her, "Why don't I finish this while-"

"If you give me the role of making tea and sitting like a cozy little doll indoors, you're about to have a shovel full of snow thrown at you" she threatened smartly to prevent being deemed a delicate lady, pinning him with a firm stare. Her relationship with the men in Davenport was respectable with her elders while Ratonhnhaké:ton and Walter treated her equally as their sister. Michael was younger than the two by a few months but he was a man she had been interacting with for months. He had become a friend but she didn't want to be seen as lesser or lose respect as both a teacher and woman.

Michael raised his hands peacefully, hoping not to be pelted with snow at that early hour, and cracked a joke, "You are more tenacious in the mornings."

Amelia laughed with glee at the remark because she was anything but that among her family. Her sisters carried more fiery personalities and still remembered his awed expression upon meeting them that summer. He was originally cautious around them, given his upbringing, but he opened up into a playful but highly intelligent man. She raised her chin to reply simply about her protectiveness, "I am simply caring for my territory that I was charged with maintaining."

"I doubt Connor paid for the snow shoveling part" he joked because the older man strolled by before school started and found himself baffled at Amelia's early rise to tidy up the grounds.

"You'd be surprised" Amelia answered warmly since he always paid for the service each member provided to the town. She was lucky to count on him as an official family member now and Walter donated materials for the school as well. Her childhood began bleakly upon arriving in the new colonies, much like his, but she now had friends that wouldn't hesitate to lend a hand. From that, she would teach children to never give up on their dreams and remarked, "My brother-in-law is a good man and like my sister says, the heart of this town."

"Right then, let's get this path cleared" Michael piped up to lend a hand to keep the school running smoothly. He would not overstep his subordinate position and slight the redhead. The fall shifted their dynamics from colleagues to friends like all the townsfolk and he didn't want to ruin that. She was a very friendly woman and they would often stay after school ended to plan their lessons together. That was, until winter struck.

Amelia shook her head with an amused smile at watching him walk with haste to enter the school. He was a polite and amicable man that made her laugh, keeping her sharp on jabs to return. Since the creation of the school, it had only been her and Alice. Now that her little sister was studying for her certification, Michael became a close friend. They held similar interests and would often share books now that Walter brought in novels for purchase. That is, if they managed to beat the other bibliophiles in town. Alice joked that they should form a book club since Caroline, Ratonhnhaké:ton, Achilles, Lance, Maria, and Dr. White enjoyed the hobby.

She chastised her flushing cheeks for betraying her girlish sentiments over the first man that kept her entertained. She always wondered how her married sisters chose their partners but they cited honesty and kindness as their best asset. Even the young man that fancied Elizabeth was kind when she hollered at him. Stabbing the shovel into the plush snow, she picked up another load to continue clearing a path for the students. She liked to leave mounds of snow so they would have plenty to make snowballs for playing during their breaks.

Michael's voice caused her to flinch against the complete silence of the land when he called out from behind, "Should I bring coffee in the mornings? I do make a delicious brew and I can bring some of Ruth's cinnamon cakes."

Hmm, maybe he did have a point in having someone for company during such an isolated time of year. The thought of a hot drink and freshly baked goods were delicious. Unfortunately, she had eaten a hearty breakfast that morning but the coffee would do wonders. His generosity was appreciated since he would often bring goodies from the bakery for her and Alice after school ended. She saw a lot of Caroline in him with his caretaking oldest sibling skills with everyone he met, which amused her. Pausing in her shoveling, she rubbed her gloved hands together to generate heat and smiled, "That does sound marvelous, considering the weather."

Michael joined her to help her shovel snow, making faster progress together. The early hour meant they were the only ones outside while everyone else stayed indoors to begin working. White smoke billowed from numerous homes that were cozy and Amelia couldn't wait to start the wood heater. Michael admired her determination and swallowed his propriety to confess politely, "I hope I'm not being bold but you are an admirable force in education. The specialized curriculums for each class and plans for every student is impeccable for one teacher alone to tackle in a town."

"I'm not afraid of a little hard work" she remarked confidently on finding her niche and tending to it like a seedling. She began teaching with a small amount of young children and with the town growing over the past two years, her classes were growing larger. That was a beautiful positive note for her as an instructor and the classes for adults were being handled by Michael. The extra hand from both him and Alice, once she passed her exam, would help incredibly to divide the classes into three by age groups.

He tossed snow onto one of the strategically placed snowball mounds and dared to ask her, "Would you consider having lunch with me at the Mile's End?"

"We usually bring food here from the inn" Amelia pointed out, missing the subtle underdone of his question completely. Michael groaned miserably in his mind since he would often drop off desserts from Ruth's bakery or buy a meal for the two sisters. He appreciated their kindness in helping him settle into his new life in town and job, which was now backfiring on him. Well, he hadn't really expected to find anyone appealing after focusing intensely on finding a home for his siblings. Amelia, however, changed that and he snapped out of his thoughts when she asked awkwardly, "Why would . . . are you blushing?"

"I am attempting to ask you to court but failing miserably" he answered earnestly to never hide things from her and if she didn't see him in a courting manner, it was best to get it over with. He would be more than happy to be her friend for all her help. Still, his heart was thumping wildly against his chest for asking a young lady to accompany him somewhere with romantic intent. Not that he would have any kind of expectations but he sought her company to enjoy it. He had focused much of his youth on working and providing for his siblings that he never really thought about courting anyone.

"Oh, oh!" Amelia yelped with alarm, stopping her shoveling to stand upright with wide eyes. She did not see that coming! He saw her with courting potential? Her rosy cheeks couldn't become any redder against the bitter cold but her flabbergasted expression carried across. She wasn't the type that focused on finding a husband, taking after Elizabeth, and placing more worth in her career. It was not usual for women to do so but she knew her worth. Leaning against the shovel, she offered an apologetic smile for misunderstanding and answered frankly, "I'm sorry, I've never really focused on that. My sisters have married off but I've never given it much thought myself."

Michael translated that as a unanimous no and though he was disappointed, he was proud of taking the plunge. He was finally able to experience an adult life where he could thrive instead of being solely as a second parent to his siblings. Ruth and Sebastian had been picking on him to make a move so they would hear of his rejection later. Still, he managed a polite smile to show no hard feelings and replied, "I understand. It's quite all right."

Amelia didn't want to crush his bravery and wasn't opposed to an outing with him. He wasn't a stranger anymore at four months and nobody had yet to utter a complaint about him. His siblings were kind, unlike poor Walter's, and she interacted with them every day as she strolled through town. Shaking her head, she corrected her previous words with a faint smile, "No, I mean, I didn't think you'd see me in that light."

This time, he was the one left in confusion because she was stunning and sharp. Her vibrant blue eyes hid a strong intellect that he had yet to see in women and it ensnared him. Granted, he had never courted anyone but the redhead made his heart skip a few beats. It was time that he began to live his new life and he pointed out with approval, "Why not? You're brilliant!"

"Usually, that deters men" she chuckled softly, her cheeks burning with delight for the compliment. It was her first time hearing it from a man and she didn't know what to do with that! How did her sisters handle charming another person? After watching two sisters married off, she would have bet on learning a few tricks for herself but no. She was out of her element for the first time but stayed true to herself by joking gently, "I hear homemaking is the trend."

"Not in this town" he chuckled as he continued to shovel past the bashful redhead, nodding to her. The black bonnet and black wool coat over her pink dress only served to brighten her blue eyes and porcelain features. How could she think herself not fit for being courted? How had nobody asked her to dinner yet? He found it humorous that they were both trying to weave through the new situation. He took the route of honesty by admitting to her with a friendly smile, "You've been very kind to me since I arrived and I do apologize if I misinterpreted that into something else."

"I'm not used to seeing you bashful" Amelia smiled widely to his friendly but shy demeanor after admitting his feelings. That was the last thing she expected on that frigid morning. She was almost tempted to grab snow and pelt him with a snowball.

"I'm not used to asking women on an outing" he confessed with embarrassment to his lack of worldly experience and averted his gaze from her amused one. His initial assumption that she refused him was torn to shreds for a new flicker of hope at catching a delighted smile from her end. Not wanting to be appear cowardly after that confession, he motioned to the fields of snow and told her, "I would have brought flowers but the dead of winter makes that impossible."

Snapping his fingers, he groaned with disillusion at his short-sightedness and spoke aloud, "Oh, I should have written you a poem. It lasts longer than flowers."

"Michael, it's all right" she reassured quickly with laughter than echoed through the field, tickled with amusement by his second-guessing. He was usually collected and observant before allowing his playful nature to peek out in trusted circles. The students already loved him as an instructor and she approved of his work ethic by being punctual. He certainly made lesson planning easier now that Alice had left but she had to think of him as a prospective suitor, not a colleague. Being friends helped to set a foundation and she shrugged noncommittally to agree to his proposal, "I don't see the harm in lunch. Although I'm not physically powerful, I do have a mighty family."

"Yes, Walter mentioned that in passing" he chuckled awkwardly to the physically able family members in her midst. It became clear that the Burnett family was the largest and one of the first residents to settle in Davenport. The marriages in that family extended to the Millers and to the one man that began the entire town itself. Amelia often brushed off his joke that they were the town's power players but they were an honorable family that welcomed everyone. He had not experienced that and understood why both Walter and Ratonhnhaké:ton married into the family. Their daughters weren't dainty but carried a gracefulness in their own unique ways and he saw that strongly in Amelia. Patting his sides, he laughed in regards to her protectors, "I can't exactly miss the guns and knives."

"Should we have lunch after school's done and the hall's clean?" she proposed to confirm their outing now to get it over with before she became a mess of nerves. She had always chastised Elizabeth for being hasty but here she was, calming her giddy heart for going on her first date. For once, she decided to do this herself without telling anyone else until it was all over. Besides, what if they didn't match well at all? It would be easier that way than bringing embarrassment to a fizzled connection.

Michael, however, was incredibly optimistic and nodded with agreement, "You are sharp. I like that."

Amelia smiled proudly to the compliment because her mother didn't raise dunces and questioned confidently, "Does this mean you'll be staying in town after all? Winter approaches and your trial period is almost over."

"We are" he confirmed after finding a stable job to be proud of and earn an income for his family. Ruth found her own passion by working in her own bakery and Sebastian was happy finding his own path in life. Davenport brought them a new life and he wasn't going to cast it aside, especially now that he would be having lunch with the redhead.

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15 December 1778

"I think it's time for bed, young lady" Caroline chuckled softly, leaning against the doorway, and smiled at her little sister.

Alice sighed under her breath, both from nerves and exhaustion, and admitted sullenly, "My mind is tired but my nerves are keeping me awake."

She closed the booklet in her hands, dropping it onto the table, and wiped her dry blurry eyes. Caroline approached her to set down a hot cup of tea to settle her nerves and offered her a sympathetic smile. Her little sister had been studying endlessly since the summer, reminding her greatly of Amelia during her school days. For Alice, it was time to prove whether she was worthy of following in her sister's footsteps.

Caroline and Ratonhnhaké:ton set sail on the Aquila with Alice onboard to travel to Boston. The short trip would cut down travel hours and he didn't trust the roads in winter, especially with his pregnant wife in tow. Caroline refused to stay behind when he offered to take Alice for her teaching examination to relieve her father from having to leave the mill for days. They were no longer the courting teenagers that had accompanied Amelia for her test but a married couple ready to send out the next teacher in their family. Both she and her husband were proud of Alice's accomplishments so far, still reminiscing over the little girl that scuttled behind her mother to hide sheepishly.

While the Aquila had shore leave until tomorrow morning, the three had grabbed dinner at Stephane's tavern. Like Martha, Alice's first visit in such an establishment left her meek while her elder sister and Ratonhnhaké:ton behaved like it was simply another day. This was her first trip away from home and she was happy to have her family beside her for company. They had retired for the second level above the mill's office to have privacy for the rest of the night and allow Alice to study for a few hours. She and Ratonhnhaké:ton prepared both of the bedrooms but he ended up doing most of the work when his wife began huffing for breath when trying to bend down. When he dared to joke that maybe she was carrying twins, she hurled a pillow at his head. After being told to tend to her sister, Caroline found the petite brunette sitting by the same table that had been downstairs before the renovation. How many times had she sat and looked out the window, pondering about her future just as Alice was doing now?

The redhead smiled fondly at the nervous young woman and she reassured, "That means it's definitely time to call it a night."

"I'm so nervous" Alice mumbled embarrassingly over lacking confidence over the most important test in her life. Like Amelia, her parents saved for her licensing exam and she would be guilty if she returned home an absolute failure. Her family, Amelia, and the students were counting on her. How could she show her face at school if she failed?

Caroline pulled out the chair across from her sister to sit down, chuckling to herself when having to push the chair further to sit down comfortably with her extra passenger. She reached her right hand across the table, which Alice leaned over to grab with a weak smile. Alice had studied rigorously since the summer, cutting back on her school hours, and Caroline knew she was more than ready. Patting her hand to bolster her spirit, the redhead encouraged her, "Everyone is during an exam. Ours weren't official at home but you saw Elizabeth claw at the door for escape."

"In her defense, she's always hated school" Alice smiled with amusement to her stubborn older sister, who was more liable to throw a book into the fire rather than read it. Their differing personalities did not hinder their closeness and like Amelia and Caroline, Elizabeth walked her to school and protected her. The brunette was not like the redheaded warriors, having an affinity for caring for others.

Ratonhnhaké:ton entered the main room to find the two sisters bonding and smiled at their solidarity. It was times like this when he wondered how life would have been with a sibling. He certainly wouldn't have felt so alone growing up after his mother's passing. He pointed behind him where the bedrooms were located and informed his sister-in-law, "Your room is prepared and . . . this is for you."

His left hand raised a brown paper-wrapped package to hand it to the surprised Alice. Her concern for the test was momentarily misplaced to focus on the rectangular package. Her fingers brushed over the dark twine, wondering what lay inside, and she smiled bashfully, "For me? Oh, you shouldn't have."

Caroline waved a hand in dismissal to her fussing because her little sisters deserved their gifts. After years of wearing hand-me downs from her and Amelia, Alice never complained. The redhead loved her endless optimism in the darkest of times, reminding her of Ratonhnhaké:ton. They had agreed to buy her a gift for summoning the courage to take the test and Caroline advised, "Confidence is key. I barely had a few coins to my name when I trapped for Amelia's books but now, I can give you this pretty dress to wear. Connor said the dress shouldn't be alone without its friends so enjoy your stockings, bonnet, and shoes."

Alice clutched the unopened package to her chest, its heaviness felt upon lifting it. She cherished the generosity of her siblings and hoped nothing would ever separate them. Life had been extremely lucky for her and she never took that for granted. Caroline's hands flew up when her little sister sniffled, clutching her gift happily, and the redhead groaned, "Oh no, don't cry."

"It's hard not to" Alice chuckled weakly with appreciation for their gesture, wiping the corner of her eyes. Blinking away the tears, she saw her sister doing the same. Her pregnancy was making her easily affected by emotions and Ratonhnhaké:ton squeezed his wife's shoulder. Caroline reached up to grasp his hand with a fond smile and Alice hugged her gift with a cheerful smile, "Thank you."

"You will do fine" Ratonhnhaké:ton assured quietly, happy to see her delight at the gift. Alice had always chased after him and Caroline when little so he would always give her a hand. Now, she was ready to set off and begin her career as a young woman.

"What if they're all smarter than me?" she asked meekly about meeting other students that were more brilliant. Amelia was already sharp as a tack and she was trying her best to emulate that. Being the youngest of her sisters, she felt the most naïve and self-conscious against their life experience.

"Don't compare yourself to others" Caroline advised carefully to never have her doubt herself. Her sisters were able to seize whatever dream they sought and should never question their potential. Questioning their worth would only bring negativity and Alice deserved her happiness. Gone were the days when she would cradle her baby sister and swaddle her into a blanket to keep her warm. Now, she was gazing at the young woman she had become and emphasized, "You must be the best that you can be, not best others. Otherwise, I'd be competing against Connor with my pistol for the rest of my days."

"You won a round or two" he jested lightly to their target practice in the forest, which she paused momentarily while pregnant. She didn't want to get rusty and kept her skills with a blade sharp due to a lack of loud noise. Once she had the baby, she would return to using her pistols to keep her family safe.

Alice bit her bottom lip with uncertainty, her brown eyes dull with exhaustion, and she sighed softly, "I feel that I know the material but what if one question ruins me?"

"I had this talk with Amelia many years ago" Caroline spoke earnestly to repeating the past with another sister and offered a sympathetic smile. Both of her sisters were smart to pass the exams and she hoped Alice believed it with all her heart. Amelia had been nervous as well, which was a natural reaction to an unknown situation. She was impressed by her little sister and told her slyly, "You're handling it much better. You haven't cried or turned pale yet."

Alice blushed instantly to falling apart in front of her family and clutched her gift even tighter, pouting to mutter, "Carrie."

"Maybe I should handle the advice when our child is born" Ratonhnhaké:ton teased his wife because they would encourage their child endlessly. They had their practice with her siblings and their townsfolk so he didn't doubt himself on that end. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said about creating a bassinet for their baby. Caroline batted his bicep playfully for the wisecrack and chuckled when he pretended to be hurt, "Ow."

"You will handle this test the same way you've handled everything else" Caroline reassured to lighten her uncertainty, believing the best in her sister. Alice smiled weakly for the endless support and it was time to suck down her fear to give way to bravery. Her days were mainly spent studying and shriveling at the thought of failure wouldn't help her succeed. This was her time to prove herself, alone with nobody else, and tomorrow would be her day to shine. Her older sister stood up to approach her, leaning down to hug her petite frame, and soothed her, "It's perfectly fine to cry, binge on food, take a nap, or call it a night. Regardless, the test will arrive and you will give it your best."

"Thank you for coming with me" Alice replied happily for her support system and held out her free hand to Ratonhnhaké:ton while the other held onto Caroline. He grabbed her smaller hand into his to give it a brotherly squeeze because he didn't want her out on the frozen roads and risk her health. She had been a frail child and the family always gave her cozy clothing to bundle up with during winter. Their gift for Christmas was a pretty wool coat that they ordered from Ellen with Alice's measurements for a precise fit. She was more comfortable alongside them and told the couple sheepishly, "I would've felt even more nervous with father and mother."

As the years progressed, Ratonhnhaké:ton caught on that his wife's siblings saw them as a second set of parental figures. Neither would disappoint the little children that had grown up alongside them and Caroline chuckled softly, "It might become the new Burnett tradition."

"I'm likely the last of our siblings to go into teaching" Alice pointed out with a wider smile this time, doubting Elizabeth or Samuel would hop on the teaching wagon. They were following their oldest sister's path in manual labor and exploration. She wasn't physically strong like them but she could use her mind to make a living. Admiring both Caroline and Martha for continuing to work after marriage, she would one day seek the same if she ever found a suitable match.

"A girl can dream" Caroline jested at having intellectual sisters but they would probably drive each other insane from extreme likeness. She loved the diversity of her family, which was branching out now as her siblings married off. Her own family would share a blending of two cultures, already imagining a little boy or girl in a deerskin outfit like their father once wore. She didn't need to worry over her siblings so much anymore and doted on her, "I'm so very proud of you. Don't ever sell yourself short."

"Amelia's so much smarter than me" Alice murmured quietly, wondering if she truly would have the same success as her sister. Her older sister was always bright from the very beginning while she took several turns to grasp content. Caroline's words, however, boosted her morale at having her hard work acknowledged. Glancing down at her wrapped gift, she whispered gingerly, "I don't want to disappoint our family-"

"This isn't about us or what anybody thinks" Caroline interjected firmly to clear away any misconceptions that Alice perceived about herself. She couldn't revert to those vulnerabilities but keep pushing forward. Everyone faced trials in life and they couldn't sink their heads into the earth like a mole to ignore it. Placing a hand on top of her head, she pointed out firmly, "It's about you. Out of all of us, you struggled with reading but you conquered it. You've gone from trying to write words on a slate to teaching classes on the weekends under Amelia. That's quite the accomplishment."

Ratonhnhaké:ton reached into an inner pocket in his overcoat to retrieve a small envelope. He handed it to Alice, who grasped it carefully before opening it with curiosity. She removed a letter from inside and opened the delicate paper to find a variety of scribbles decorating it. He and Caroline had passed it through their close friends and family for words of encouragement for Alice to read in Boston. He was pleased to see her eyes brighten as she read the first entries and told her, "This is for you. We're all with you, even if everyone's not here."

Alice smiled with gratitude at the positive words from her loved ones and brushed her thumb over her mother's script. Her heartwarming words comforted her at that late hour: Don't look back and do your best. Your father and I will be waiting. The letter would be in her pocket for luck tomorrow and she blinked away blurry eyes to sigh softly, "I think I'll cry now."

Caroline chuckled at her modesty and leaned down to hug her one last time, kissing her temple, and promised her, "By this time tomorrow, we'll be home and celebrating."

"I hope so too" Alice replied faintly, leaning into her sister with a content smile for her support.

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16 December 1778

Caroline devoured potato wedges that were doused in melted cheese and herbs without stop. Ratonhnhaké:ton tried not to stare at his wife while they sat on a bench outside Boston's city hall. The brick building was hosting the quarterly teaching certification exam and it would be the site of Alice's trial into education. Caroline encouraged her little sister to the very end, much like she had with Amelia during her certification. She was proud to witness her little sisters step into a respected profession, especially as women from humble backgrounds.

"Can I have . . . you finished them all?" her husband inquired when his stomach gurgled from the passing hours until realizing she picked her paper basket clean. Even the sticky cheese was licked clean! He had barely bought the snack less than ten minutes prior.

Caroline flushed faintly at ignoring the world around her for the sake of food. Now that she was no longer hurling most meals into a bucket, she was eager to regain her old eating habits. Just as the nausea spells averted her from food, its disappearance struck hunger pangs now. She used her clean hand to grab the coin purse from her skirt pocket to toss it at him. Flashing him a charming smile, she suggested innocently, "Buy us some more? This time with sweet cream on top."

"On the fried wedges?" he asked uncertainly to the odd choice of potato toppers and stared at her with hesitation. Even as a native living among colonials, he found that peculiar. Why were her eating habits changing into strange options?

Caroline simply chuckled with amusement and fondly placed a hand over the swell of her abdomen to insist, "The baby likes it."

"Better start saving for a cow then" he stated with amusement to provide an ample milk supply to their baby for adequate nutrition. They had endless eggs and a vegetable garden with fruit but their child wouldn't eat solids for a while. Their baby had not arrived yet they were already planning for their little one's life.

"Ratonhnhaké:ton" his wife scolded playfully because she wasn't hungry enough for dairy that she needed a cow to sustain it. Their homestead was created for a traveling couple which is why they only kept their hens, turkey, and horses, which could be cared for by family. Apart from that, only their garden needed watering. It was a simple way of life that they preferred, especially now that they awaited their first child.

"Children need milk for growth" he emphasized matter-of-factly for the reason to purchase a cow for their property. There would be nothing that he would deny his child for adequate health and growth. His wife burst into amused laughter at his serious expression and he frowned to state flatly, "Oh, you thought I was joking."

She squeezed his hand fondly in apology for being endeared by his comment and suggested, "Can we stay at home long enough for the poor cow? Sam can save us half a pail from Dawn if we can't."

"I want to stay home until our baby's a grown adult but that will likely not happen" he admitted quietly about his hope of being able to raise their child without looking over their shoulder. As a teenager, he promised Caroline a safe home but he didn't expect the war against the Templars to last this long. Achilles had warned him that it was a war that spanned generations but Ratonhnhaké:ton didn't want his children to be drawn into it. He also promised his wife that their children would be shielded from danger and he aimed to keep it. He could not bear the thought of having a child robbed from him and Caroline.

"They're not even here yet and we're already dreaming of grown children" she whispered tenderly about their baby and squeezed his hand. There were moments both had worried about their baby in the first months while he kept a closer eye on his wife. After seeing her weak for over a month, he was relieved at the return of her old cheerful mood. He didn't want her to revert to such a frail condition and squeezed her hand. She leaned against him with a content smile, enjoying their private time together, and spoke fondly about the future, "I do want to sit in a rocking chair in my old age alongside you one day."

"By that point, we'll have grandchildren" he smiled faintly about their hope for their branching family and would do his best to make it come true. His doubt of having Caroline's affection and then her hand in marriage had been delightfully wrong so he was optimistic. He would make sure his child had their mother beside them for years, even if he couldn't be there. Neither knew how the war against the Templars would end but he would prepare for the worst-case scenario to protect them.

Caroline smiled sheepishly at her upcoming motherhood, protective of her little one as she carried them, and admitted, "I wonder if this is how my parents felt when I was inside my mother."

"Your mother said she spent her evenings sewing your clothes while your grandmother sewed your first blanket" her husband divulged since Catherine was eager to become a grandmother for not one but two grandchildren. Martha and Caroline were happy that their children would be close in age to play and grow up together. Hopefully, they wouldn't roughhouse as badly as they had.

"I remember my grandmother's face but her voice eludes me now" she confessed somberly at forgetting her familiarity but remembered sugary treats and delicious food. Her grandmother was not as affectionate as her mother but it was a generational trait that kept improving. Her mother's culinary skills came from her grandmother just as her own followed Catherine's. Their leave from Glasgow broke her away from her maternal family while only her uncle Joseph, his family, and Patrick were her paternal links. She didn't want her children to miss memories with her parents, whom she loved dearly, and stated firmly, "I don't want my mother to be forgotten by our children."

Ratonhnhaké:ton doubted that would happen because they planned to live in Davenport for a long time. His mother missed his life milestones but he would pass on her heirloom to his firstborn, "When they're grown, I will pass my mother's necklace onto them so she is not forgotten either."

"We had great mothers" she remarked with respect to the women who shaped who they were. He agreed wholeheartedly on their maternal roots but lamented on not being able to provide his own set of grandparents for his child. If his father hadn't destroyed every semblance of family, his life would have been different. Multiple betrayals wouldn't be forgiven and he was out of patience for the man. Caroline disrupted his thought when she questioned with embarrassment, "Wait, if we pass everything to our oldest, what will the rest of our babies get?"

"How many are we planning on?" he asked with intrigue about their growing family since he was content with one child. His wife's safety was most important and a pregnancy could go wrong easily, especially during delivery. Caroline, on the other hand, wanted more than one to create a family like the one she had and to give their sole child a sibling for companionship. Ratonhnhaké:ton was taking it one day at a time to prevent his heart from hammering away with nerves and reassured her, "I will make them their own heirlooms."

Her eyes widened suddenly when a flutter erupted in her lower abdomen and she turned to him with glee, "The baby's kicking!"

He sat straight in his seat, staring at her pregnant belly as if expecting a little foot to be outlined against her dress. Was she sure it was a kick and not a rumble from her intestines? He didn't dare say the second part aloud and questioned skeptically, "Now?"

Caroline batted his bicep playfully for his fatherly confusion and corrected sharply, "Yes, now. They don't exactly take appointments to announce their existence."

She grabbed the same arm to guide his hand over the swell of her lower abdomen to where the kicks originated. Their baby decided to announce their existence with a kicking festival against her insides. It was more surreal than tickling or painful, bringing a wide smile to her face. Ratonhnhaké:ton smiled instantly when two kicks pressed against his hand and his heart skipped a beat. His child was safe and well inside their mother, speaking softly with adoration, "I feel it. Hello, my child."

"Greet your father but don't kick in mother's bladder" Caroline laughed amusingly to their kicking festival but she was happy to reach that milestone. Martha informed her that they would only increase in strength and number as the months passed by. Her nephew or niece would arrive soon and she was both excited and nervous to assist her sister through childbirth. She wouldn't be tucking her tail in like she did during Hunter's birth and scrambling to hide behind her husband.

Her partner was over the moon to the gentle kicks that vibrated and she smiled at his open hand covering most of her pregnant belly. At five months, her pregnancy was hard to ignore and she was happy to add extra layers for the current cold to protect her baby. The bonewhale stays did not fit anymore and she refused to put anything constricting around her abdomen. Ratonhnhaké:ton couldn't wait to meet his first child but for now, he would patiently prepare for their arrival.

"Carrie!"

The two ended their bonding moment, happy to greet their baby before their birth. They turned to find Alice hopping off the front steps of city hall, her cheerful canary skirt fluttering against her footsteps. Caroline was delighted to see the yellow dress and brown bonnet fit beautifully. It was a pastel color bright for the rising winter but her little sister deserved an optimistic color to keep her upbeat. Ratonhnhaké:ton stood up and held out his right hand to help his wife stand, laughing when she brushed him off to do it herself with one laborious sigh. Alice ran up to them breathless with rosy cheeks, raising a yellow envelope between her gloved hands.

Despite the chilly morning weather, her hands were sweating through the brown linen fabric. She didn't dare open the results alone out of fear of failing and sought her support team. Her brown eyes darted between the two nervously and she whispered, "I have my results. I'm nervous."

"Let's open it together" Ratonhnhaké:ton encouraged her to offer emotional support and nodded for her to open the envelope. He understood tests were difficult and though he had never taken an official one, those from Catherine's teachings were enough to keep him away. He and Caroline didn't have a secondary education and though women were barred from higher institutions, they would do their best for their family members to succeed. He was very proud of Alice's determination and he reassured her with a brotherly smile, "We're by your side, Alice."

She was still in shock that she completed her exam in the first place after the initial nerves bit at her. There were numerous exam takers that were older than her present and she felt tiny for a brief moment when learning most were from the city. Refusing to let her younger age and rural upbringing deter her, she sucked down her vulnerabilities and sat down to focus solely on the exam. She meticulously read each question and double-checked her writing before turning it into the proctor. While waiting in her seat to be given her results, she replayed every question in her head and started to doubt her confidence until her name was called. The room had never felt so silent as she accepted the envelope and her mind blanked until the sunlight struck her face outside.

Her fingers shook as she broke the brown wax seal of the envelope and she opened it to pull out the paper. Her heart hammered against her rib cage but it calmed when the pair grasped her shoulders. How had Amelia done this years ago? She was barely holding it together! Looking at the legal-sized document, she smiled with joyous disbelief when she read 'Teacher's Certificate in Elementary Writing, Reading, and Arithmetic awarded to Alice Catherine Burnett'. Her eyes hovered over the words repeatedly and she whispered with tearful delight, "I passed. I . . . I'm a teacher?"

Caroline hugged her little sister when she clutched the certificate to her chest and wiped her eyes. There had been no doubt in anybody's mind and Amelia's tutoring had made sure of that. Alice was overwhelmed by the wave of emotions but relief flooded through her heart to calm her. Her test was over and she achieved her dream of teaching young children. She tucked away her precious certificate back in its envelope with shaky fingers and hugged her sister tightly. Caroline stroked her back with a motherly hand and soothed her, "Of course you are, Alice Catherine Burnett."

Ratonhnhaké:ton knew the brunette would want to return home promptly where she felt safest and told the sisters, "This calls for a celebration."

Caroline agreed wholeheartedly with that sentiment to bring back semblance to Alice. However, her stomach was rumbling for food and her little sister required a rejuvenating snack after all that brainpower. Grinning excitedly at her husband, she suggested a quick detour, "But first, we need those potato wedges. Our baby loves them!"

Alice's lingering nerves disappeared at the couple's positivity and her recent success. She smiled widely at her sister's pep after seeing her tired and weak in the previous month. Leaning against her older sister, she asked her boggled spouse, "Did she eat too much sugar while I was gone?"

"No, the baby's kicking" Caroline answered with a merry laugh, relieved to see an open and genuine smile back on her face. Her sister's success briefly made her forget of her little one, whom was still announcing their presence. Alice gasped with surprise at another happy announcement and Caroline motioned to her pregnant belly to let her have a turn. By spring, everyone would meet the baby. Alice placed her hand tentatively in fear of alarming the baby but she relaxed when faint kicks were felt. Martha's baby kicked strongly now but she remembered their first kicks were faint like her newest niece or nephew to be. Caroline smiled brightly at the family moment and remarked, "You're the first Burnett to meet their foot."

"I'm going to be a teacher and an aunt" she laughed with delight to her best day ever and would ride the happy cloud. Her family would be pleased with her success and she would be able to teach classes now instead of assisting her sister. Life was absolutely splendid!

"One of those is already accomplished" Ratonhnhaké:ton reminded her with a warm smile and told the two sisters, "Let's eat before heading home."

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20 December 1778

The Burnett women were hustling and bustling through the Rolfe household to keep Martha comfortable. Her labor had begun last night and Walter scrambled to run out to Dr. White's home for help before the man headed to bed. With her family right across the clinic, he alerted the family of the new development and Catherine spent the night with the couple to guide her daughter through the pain. Gradually, her labor progressed through the night without problems though Martha demanded alcohol for the first time in her life. She had never experienced such pain but her mother assured her it was normal and the body's way of preparing for the birth.

When morning arrived, her sisters arrived to help their mother and brought food with drinks for the trio. All three fell asleep after eating while the girls took care of the household chores. Alice and Elizabeth refused to enter Martha's room to avoid being traumatized which amused the oldest two. Ratonhnhaké:ton wasn't far from his pregnant wife but she put him to use to fetch hot water with clean towels for the delivery. Dr. White was finicky with cleanliness and despite the medical community said otherwise, he believed it decreased infection rates. Corrine had added a few bottles of alcohol for sanitation, celebration, and post-birth pain control.

Dr. White arrived after the lunch hour, praising Martha's laboring efforts when she was fully dilated and ready to push. As a first-time mother, the slow descent of the baby meant that she would be pushing for a bit. Diana and Catherine ushered non-essential members outside the bedroom, including the nervous father-to-be. Amelia and Caroline stayed inside the room with the older women to help Martha while they assisted Dr. White. Caroline humored her sister to bring her laughter between contractions to keep her exhaustion and rage to a minimum. She had not expected to witness anger through her labor but Martha told her pain made one shed their normal self.

Martha's first child was born shortly after two in the afternoon and she praised the heavens when the painful contractions left her. After bearing them for over 16 hours, she was more than happy to bid them farewell. Childbirth was nothing like she had imagined, even after witnessing Prudence's delivery, and did not want a repeat anytime soon. Her mother reassured her that subsequent births would be easier but she wasn't convinced.

Dr. White wrapped the wriggling newborn in a blanket after ensuring their umbilical cord was sealed with twine and they were breathing well. After quickly checking the baby for ten toes and fingers, a linear spine, and a rotund – albeit elongated – head, he held out the baby to Diana to reveal, "We have a boy!"

After numerous daughters in both lineages, Martha was surprised to hear it. Frankly, she had prepared for a daughter but she simply wanted a healthy baby. After seeing two little brothers wither away in the first month, she didn't want the same befalling her firstborn. She would have to protect him fiercely and pray for the best. Diana handed the wrapped bundle of wiggling limbs over to the awaiting mother and Martha prayed that he would be a strong boy like his father and hers. She clutched her wailing newborn to her chest, kissing his wrinkled forehead, and whispered lovingly, "My son, I'll never let you go."

Caroline and Amelia clutched each other with awe at witnessing another generation of the Burnett family come into creation. They had been small when Martha was born, remembering her head full of dark hair, and now, she was a mother. How time flew. While the two were entranced by their sister, Catherine approached the door to exit quietly. Diana assisted the physician with the afterbirth to prevent future complications, fascinated with medical care. Over the year, she had been taking note from the doctor on how to tend to certain maladies and he hired her intermittently when stocking and preparing new supplies. All in all, it was educational and gave her a few coins of her own.

Catherine had left Alice and Elizabeth in the main foyer to boil water to respect their squeamish nature on childbirth. The girls had pails of hot water ready for her on the dining table, which was littered with towels, blankets, and pails. Ratonhnhaké:ton left for the inn to purchase food for everyone to keep them fed and energized. Walter was pacing outside on the porch to vent his inner worry, debating whether to smoke for the first time in his life, but he stopped when hearing rapid footsteps. His mother-in-law peeked outside the open doorway and urged him with a bright smile, "Walter, the baby's arrived!"

"Even you won't tell me the gender?" he groaned with a mixture of relief and nerves at meeting his first child. After preparing for nine months, he found himself questioning his readiness. Alice and Elizabeth joined in collaboration with their own complaint but their mother shushed them.

"It's best revealed by your wife" Catherine stated firmly to grant Martha that first moment as her family grew by one little person. She remembered her own first baby, treasuring their first moments together, and Catherine was proud to see what became of her Caroline. Martha would love each of her children, even when they flew away to form their own lives, just as she had. With a motherly wave of the hand, Catherine ushered Walter to tend to his wife and meet their son.

"You're right on that" he agreed awkwardly to his first moment as a father and no longer had to wait to meet the baby. Walter darted through the doorway to head to the rear of his home to his shared bedroom. His palms sweated and his heart thudded as he faced the closed door, hearing muffled voices inside. He was a father now and had to behave like one. Knocking softly on the door, it was opened by Amelia and she motioned for him to enter with a warm smile.

He was hesitant to enter his own bedroom but upon gazing at his wife holding a wrapped bundle in her arms, his legs automatically moved. Her freckled face was flushed rosy from the hours of pushing but her brown hair was pulled into a neat braid after Caroline brushed it. A knitted blue shawl over her white nightgown concealed the damp spots from her sweaty pushing effort to give her a decent appearance. She was glad for the sisterly help, of which the two were occupied on a change of clothes for her, and smiled when her husband approached her with relief on his face, "Martha, my dearest."

She understood he was frantically worried outside with no news of her delivery and had prepared a few old newsletters from the city for him to read. Walter chugged more coffee than read anything, prompting Ratonhnhaké:ton to read them for leisure until Caroline told him to feed the chickens. While Martha let her husband roam around their home worriedly, Caroline had a schedule for hers. Martha grinned proudly to the cooing baby in her arms and angled his upper body so Walter could see his button nose, round cheeks, and dark tuft of hair framing his forehead. He was beautiful to her and she introduced with a sweet smile, "Meet your firstborn son."

"Look at him!" Walter beamed with glee at his rosy-cheeked son and she handed him over. Taking a deep breath, he refused to hesitate on holding him and scooped him up securely in both arms. His wife labored to bring him into the world and he would protect their child. Their son wiggled in protest before snuggling into his father's arm with a soft sigh. His limbs wiggled at his new world and Walter brushed a finger over his tiny flexed fingers to dote fondly, "All his little fingers and toes. I'm so relieved you're both well."

"She needs a lot of rest and hearty food" Dr. White advised the couple on helping Martha recuperate from childbirth. The hardest part was now over and he nodded to Diana that their patient was now stable with minimal postpartum bleeding and could rest. The blond helped Martha to straighten her legs and the brunette didn't realize how sore she felt already after laboring since last night. She was happy to relax in her own bed once more and moved to the right side to allow Diana to remove all of the dirty linens to leave fresh ones underneath. After being in bed for over a day, she hesitated on standing up alone or even using the washroom. Dr. White, who was now at the table across the room washing his hands in a basin, caught the unasked questions on the new mother's face. He was not new to childbirth and explained to the couple with more advice, "I recommend someone stay the night with the new mother, preferably a feminine one."

"I'll take any help" he agreed wholeheartedly to make her feel comfortable but gazed at her for her own input, "Martha?"

"Of course" she agreed instantly, feeling vulnerable for the first time at being alone with a new baby and her aching body. Walter could take care of their child but there were a few things a lady desired privacy for. She couldn't take her sisters away from their jobs or burden her other pregnant sister, looking to her number one supporter. Catherine stood quietly by the doorway with a kind smile that widened when she called out, "Mother?"

"Nothing will stop me" she promised to care for her child during her first night as a new mother. Now that her children were self-resilient, they could make their own food or purchase a meal at the inn. She didn't need to tend to any little tots anymore, which was a bit melancholy when everyone left in the morning for their jobs. Having one of her children need her again filled her with purpose and she would happily inform her husband once they settled the mother and baby for sleep. Her Godfrey would be ecstatic to know they had a grandson.

"What is his name?" Diana asked gently, pulling the plush blue bedcover over the new mother to keep her bundled like her son. Martha squeezed her hand with appreciation, brushing back tears for the immense help she received that day. After feeling like the pain would never end, she would take aching over that any day. Diana brushed a hand over her damp hair and informed her with a motherly smile, "I'll get you some juice."

"Matthew Rolfe" Walter informed the gathered group, pressing his cheek against the baby's temple. He earned a faint coo of interest but Matthew was more interested in napping now that he was in the world. Everyone awed at the cute baby that arrived and Dr. White clapped the new proud father on the back.

"He's a handsome boy" the physician congratulated the young couple with an accomplished nod. With both mother and baby safe after the long hours, he decided to return to his clinic before too many patients piled up waiting for him during the chilly afternoon. Diana would stay behind for a few hours and she could flag him down if he was needed. Pointing at the exhausted Martha, he reminded her carefully with a wagging finger, "Remember, you send for me immediately if you have severe pain, bleeding, or fever."

"I will, thank you, Dr. White" she reassured with a kind smile for his help that day, lucky to have a nearby physician to deliver her baby. She couldn't imagine the price of sending for an outside physician or having to stay in an unknown infirmary without her loved ones. Catherine and Walter reasserted her promise because they would both be tending to the new mother.

Pleased with leaving a happy new family, Dr. White excused himself and Diana exited the room with him to fetch a drink for Martha. Catherine thanked the physician one more time before returning to Walter as he held the baby. The door barely closed for ten seconds before it flew open to reveal the eager Elizabeth and Alice, who searched for their first nephew. Martha pointed to her husband, who was basking in the baby's cuteness, and he beckoned the women to meet their newest family member.

"Meet your grandmother and aunts" Walter introduced cheerfully and held him out to Catherine for their first interaction. She had stayed beside his wife without question and cared for him with food and an extra blanket when he collapsed from lack of sleep. His grandparents were unable to leave the inn but kept sending food and drinks to lighten the chore load on the group. They were fortunate for the endless help from their families and he knew their Matthew would grow up with love.

Amelia ushered their younger sisters in front of her to peek at the baby and Alice clasped her hands together to dote with glee, "Oh, he's precious!"

"Look at those round cheeks" Elizabeth grinned excitedly to his round rosy cheeks against his fair skin. His matted dark hair appeared curly but the girls couldn't tell since he would need his first bath at some point. She had never been much of a baby person during childhood but now, seeing her first nephew filled her with happiness. She clenched her hands into fists and told her sisters with a fond laugh, "I want to squeeze them."

"I have a godson" Caroline smiled proudly at their littlest family member and couldn't wait to see Samuel's face when he and her father arrived later. They had been the only Burnett boys, apart from Patrick, for the first few years and could now add another boy to the family. He would be spoiled by everyone and she would join in until her own little bundle arrived. She peered down at the cooing newborn, smiling at his half-open grayish eyes, and spoke softly, "Little Matthew. I will love you as greatly as I have your mother."

"Ready for your turn?" Amelia humored her with a smile to the next baby due to arrive. While Martha had undergone a regular pregnancy with the common discomforts, Caroline spent weeks in bed to be ride of severe nausea. Despite that, Caroline wasn't ready to give up shielding her little baby inside her. It was a rare bond to grow life inside you and she would never have it again with her child.

"I still have three months" Caroline dismissed with a cheeky smile and gently patted her pregnant belly. Her baby's crib wasn't ready yet and found it humorous that she was procrastinating about her baby's arrival like her wedding. She did, however, have plenty of clothing and her husband was already working on a handmade wicker bassinet for their child to keep them safely in their bed. While his people co-slept with their baby and hers utilized cribs, they agreed on a fusion of both. That wasn't to say they wouldn't use a crib but they wanted their baby close during the first month. The new family needed sustenance, stirring her into action, and she told Water, "All right, let's give this precious bundle back to his mother to feed because my sister also needs to eat."

Walter was unaware that his little one hadn't fed and quickly darted forward to return him to Martha. She didn't mind her husband and family bonding with the baby but he did need his first feeding. Catherine would help her with that after feeding all her children for the first year of life. Martha clutched her cooing newborn close, mimicking his sounds back at him, and ran her hand over his head. She was hesitant to touch his soft spot and told herself to put a hat on him now that winter was arriving. Walter sat beside her to help his wife however he could, even if he didn't know how. She smiled at his modest helpfulness, glad for his support, and glanced at her gathered family to state with gratitude, "Thank you all for your help."

"Always" Caroline assured her because only her baby would stop her at this point. Being at home now, she was free to roam through town once her accounting work was done. She ushered Amelia to follow her out the door to fetch food for their sister's family. Now that the room was clean and tidy without a shred of evidence of recent childbirth, Alice and Elizabeth stayed behind to help their mother and sister.

The two eldest Burnett women returned to the main foyer where Diana was placing pastries on a plate. All their snacks and goodies reduced over the day so she took whatever could fit on the plate while they waited on the food. The blond was prompt to return to Martha and the duo called out with appreciation, "Thank you, aunt Diana."

She didn't mind tending to a new mother, enjoying the miracle of life, and called over her shoulder, "I'll be back to fetch the first bath items."

"You'll do the bath in the room?" Amelia asked with surprise since most babies ended up with a bath in a small tub on the dining table. Their mother told them how their grandmother bathed them and once she left Glasgow, Diana took over for the baby bathing. Godfrey tried his hand once but feared dropping Elizabeth when she screamed bloody murder. After that, he stuck outside the home like most men to let the women handle everything.

Diana felt that first-time mothers were experiencing a new world and watching the first bath would teach her. Although, she wouldn't blame her if she decided to sleep through it. Still, she wanted to try something new with her and told the young women, "Martha should see his first bath."

Caroline nodded in agreement because she would want to witness the same to avoid mistakes that would cause her newborn to screech. The rush of the excitement of the delivery faded from her heart and she was filled with contentment at seeing her sister's growing family. She couldn't believe a new generation had arrived in their family and they were no longer the children that arrived in town in 1770. The year had changed their lives drastically and she leaned against the dining table to ruminate aloud, "I can't believe we're aunts."

Amelia sympathized with her feelings since time flew by for her faster than she could keep a grip on it. It seemed long ago that she had earned her teaching certification and now, Alice achieved hers. Caroline didn't need to watch over them anymore but both women missed the rabble of their siblings that would follow them out of their home each afternoon to frolic in the grass. Her gaze swept over the cozy main foyer of her little sister's home and the cheerful cherry-colored curtains for the upcoming holiday. She smiled faintly to the years gone by and confessed quietly, "It feels like our childhood was only a year prior and now . . ."

Caroline chuckled solemnly to stepping into their next stage in life and sighed softly, "Martha's a mother, Alice is teaching, Sam's working at the mill, Elizabeth is . . . being Elizabeth."

"You're about to be a mother too" her sister pointed out with a warm smile, remembering the pigtailed teen that wandered through town to sell and drop off lumber from the mill. They didn't wake in the same room anymore, receive their reading lessons from their mother, babysit their little siblings, stitch baskets full of clothing, and contemplate about their future at night. Caroline had often joked Amelia would marry a fetching fellow first but ended up wrong by marrying Ratonhnhaké:ton. Amelia won that bet since Caroline fell headfirst for the teen and doubted they would reunite, only to marry two years later.

"And you're courting a dashing teacher" Caroline smiled impishly and fanned herself with a hand scandalously. Amelia laughed aloud at that, remembering Elizabeth doing the same to Caroline during her courting days. Telling her family about Michael left her red in the face for a week but her siblings approved. As usual, her father told her that Patrick would drop her off at school with Alice in tow to prevent any funny business. Amelia burst into laughter at that but agreed, only because Patrick would stop by Ruth's bakery to see her afterwards. Caroline only wanted her happiness after her sister's hardships and remarked proudly, "I am so happy for you."

"Let's not put all our eggs in one basket" Amelia pointed out hastily because she wouldn't swoon over the first man that asked her to court. Michael was still new in the town but she appreciated that she called the shots in their courtship. Given that winter arrived early in their town, excitement over ice skating, sledding, and building snowmen excited her. They expected to stay indoors with lunches and dinners together but Elizabeth was already prepping a team to begin their recreation activities in town. She would let her courtship be a part of her life, not define who she was, and casually insinuated, "I could find another paramour."

"How risqué of my meek sister" Caroline chuckled at her bravery in romance, smiling proudly at her confidence. She and Alice had always been modest and proper like their mother raised them but the passing years defined their spark of courage. Alice held determination to reach her goals while Amelia didn't bite back her tongue with the truth. They had always respected her for her bravery but Caroline admired their intelligence. Time flowed positively for them and she admitted with pride, "You and Alice have impressed me since childhood. Martha put up so many walls but her heart opened up."

"We're just living our lives, Caroline" Amelia replied earnestly to the changing times and aging alongside it. They began their lives in Davenport caring for their siblings and helping their mother with household chores. Year by year, they gained a sense of independence and found their calling in life. They were fortunate to have parents that encouraged self-sufficiency and freedom to choose what to do with their lives. Remembering their shared attire, they wore their own tailored dresses now with her sister ditching form-fitting undergarments. Some things never changed with her siblings and she lamented on their childhood, "We were rarely apart as children but adulthood has diverged us into different roads."

"We're all still here in Davenport" she said optimistically to their family cohesion but time could change everyone's situation. She and Ratonhnhaké:ton didn't plan on going anywhere and the same followed for her parents. Martha didn't want to leave the town while raising her son and Walter's work at the inn and store would keep them there for a while. Amelia did not seek wandering out of town and Caroline reassured her, "At least, I know you and I will always be here."

"To watch over the others" Amelia smiled caringly to continue taking care of their loved ones because one day, their parents would leave the world. They were now the age of their mother when she first began raising a family and it was hard to imagine that. Her beloved parents had once been hardworking but jovial teens working on their respective farms before meeting and falling in love. One day, Martha's baby would be her age and likely ponder the same about his doting mother. She could only wonder how that future would look and confessed with amusement, "I don't see Sam or Eliza sticking here forever once their reins are set free."

"Samuel will inherit the mill so he must" her sister pointed out since the family business would fall into his hands. Sons carried on the family name (though Caroline was proud to be the exception) and were expected to inherit family assets while daughters earned a monetary inheritance. She had no need of it after marrying a man that didn't mind her working and hired her himself. After seeing the mill established and grow, she hoped it would be cared for correctly and pondered, "I'm curious to see how that will work out with little Daniel."

"I can see it as boban and uncle Terry volume two" Amelia chuckled to the future owners of the mill while she would care for the school. Her oldest sister would oversee the town with her spouse, which she saw as fitting for the teens who once wandered the land for perimeter checks. Their little brother was learning about the mill business and his jolly personality would go a long way with clients. Wringing her hands, she sighed softly at their humble origins and smiled with optimism, "We grew up quickly in less than ten years. Imagine what the next ten will bring us."

Caroline smiled widely when her husband walked through the door with two crates of hot food in his arms. Ratonhnhaké:ton set them down on the table with a sigh to their heaviness but Corrine packed them full of hot food. The innkeeper wanted everyone fed which meant he would have to return for another crateful of food. He paused when he noticed the main room completely empty, except for his wife and Amelia. Had something happened? Caroline darted forward to ensnare her confused spouse into a hug and declared jovially, "We have a nephew!"

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22 December 1778

Haytham was absolutely outraged at the crumpled paper he held in his hands. Sure, he had crumpled it himself out of fury but it was that same irritation that caused him to unwrap the crinkled ball to re-read the message. Charles Lee was suspended from the Continental Army after a court-martial in response to his actions in Monmouth. This was the last thing he needed right now from his best agent. Why would he blow his cover on an open battlefield? He had distinctly told the man not to behave suspiciously! Why was there no longer pride as his mentor? He had once listened to him with obedience but now, he was carrying out his own plans!

"Lucy!"

He had returned to his homestead in Virginia to recover from the messy aftermath of ousting Washington's past to his son. So far, he heard nothing about him on the battlefield or being spotted by his agents (apart from stealing a British frigate months ago) which really made him ponder whether he was fine. He never meant to push the boy away after finally breaching peace but he became arrogant in ridding Washington's friendship with him. Even his daughter-in-law was disappointed in him, which he shouldn't have cared about at all but he did! Ziio would have likely beat him for ruining another chance with their son. He was disrupted out of his thoughts when his maid entered his private study and offered politely, "Another brandy, sir?"

He was taking his time with sipping the mind-numbing alcohol to calm the fury that the letter incited. Was he gullible and foolish for thinking that his protégé could take command without screwing it up? How did Lee think that abandoning a battle would bode well for him? The only fool that came out of that battle was him. Grabbing his glass to take another soothing sip, he declared bitterly, "Not yet. Is this correct?"

"I'm afraid so, sir" she replied flatly to the contents of the letter, standing behind her boss' chair. She did not want to be anywhere in his line of sight to survive another day. Despite being hired by the Englishman to care over his estate and was aware of his activities, she was not part of the Templar Order. Her own views did not match up to all of their ideals but the man gave her a job and she would do her best to guard that. For Haytham, she reminded him more of his stubborn son but Lucy was far more obedient.

Being in the rural countryside, he doubted the woman would ever deceive him. One, because he paid her, and two, because she knew he could easily kill and dispose of her. It was thinking like that that ended up ruining his relationship with his son so he had to stop it. Waving the crumpled letter over his head, he pointed out snappishly, "How is being court-martialed going to help the Order?"

"I'm sure he has a valid reason for being ostracized from the very organization he's meant to infiltrate and control" she reasoned dryly to the skill of his top officers and tried not to smirk at the news. Power trips and hierarchies were not her cup of tea which is why she was happy to tend to a large home that was only occupied by its owner. Less fuss for her.

Haytham ignored her sarcasm that was painfully accurate and asked aloud, "Do we have an idea where he is?"

There were times when Templar agents would move in and out of the manor to meet her boss. If not, a pile of letters would be ready at the mail office in the port town for her to pick up on her weekly visits to restock supplies. The Order automatically assumed she was part of them, funnily enough, but she would simply pass on messages. So far, nothing important came through and informed him truthfully, "No, he's gone silent."

"I need all Templars on the lookout for him" he ordered coldly and she nodded quietly, reminding herself to use the new letterhead she bought at the general store. While Haytham preferred a plain business white paper, she opted for nicer off-white tones. The nice part about it was that he didn't question her stationary purchases and she could indulge in pretty inks. Her bubble of stationary heaven burst when he muttered with disdain, "The last thing I need is for him to try and kill Washington himself."

Given her interaction with the Templar agent, she could see that as probable if he found an advantage and manipulate the situation. With the Patriots being on high alert after that blunder, she didn't know how he could do it. Still, she remained optimistic of the situation for her boss' sake and pointed out, "It would remove the commander and allow you to seize control with a different agent, given that Lee would likely be hung."

Haytham did not want it to go that far with his protégé's determination to see the commander slandered. If his subordinates were loyal, he would not simply abandon them. So far, only Lee remained but he kept tiptoeing that border. Not willing to lose all his high officers, he refused that option, "We're not sacrificing Lee."

Lucy guessed sparing Lee would not go over well with Haytham's son, who had already been suspicious of him upon visiting the estate. She found him more tolerable than Lee since he focused on a goal benefitting all rather than killing a man, assuming command of an army, and then enforcing Templar ideals. Each organization carried its positives and negatives but she focused on survival. If her boss died unexpectedly, then she was out of a way to feed herself. So, she had to make sure he didn't kill himself prematurely by pissing off more people. Pondering over both orders, she pointed out carefully, "Then you will sacrifice your son because he will unlikely follow a Templar-controlled American government."

Haytham peeked over the left side of his plush chair to demand bluntly, "Can't I keep both?"

"You can't have your cake and eat it too" she answered politely with a witty smile to remind him there would be repercussions for trying to play both sides. He had already tried it that summer and it blew up horribly in his face, which lead to his current situation. An agent that had gone silent who knows where and a resentful son that refused to interact with him. It was a very delicate situation to handle and she didn't know if there was a way to keep both sides happy.

"I can try" he defended snippily at refusing to admit defeat before exhausting all options. He didn't want to resort to beating both men into submission and highly doubted that would help matters. Lee could fall in line with enough exertion of power to knock off silly daydreams but his son was a mystery. He had progressed positively with him until that night in June and dwelled on Caroline's words on simply sticking to the truth instead of elaborate secret plans. Leaders plotted, not fathers. Unhappy with his own actions, he turned to his maid to project his annoyance, "I hired you to be efficient, not backtalk me."

Lucy was amused at this because she found their personalities reflected in sarcasm but not their view in life. She prided herself in being truthful, even if it trapped her into sticky situations but she managed to bounce back. Shrugging noncommittally, she admitted easily, "I am but it does not mean I will be a mindless 'yes, sir' employee."

She had a valuable point because being surrounded by endless agreement was an accident waiting to happen. His agents were spreading thin with his son eliminating most of them before their collaboration. For a one-man army, he was a force to be reckoned with. His own body was catching up in age and his own men weren't exactly filling him with confidence. Everywhere he looked, there appeared to be more corruption than what he first started with back in 1774. Sipping the last of his drink, he stated frankly to ponder over his protégé, "Hmm, maybe that's where I went wrong with Lee."

"He can be rather pitiful for attention" she murmured offhandedly since she had been around long enough to see the Templar scrambling behind him like a puppy for recognition. His son, on the other hand, behaved like a wild wolf by watching his every movement before acting.

Her blue eyes widened when he rose from his chair, crushing the letter in his hand once more, and declared confidently "I need to see my son."

"Didn't he threaten you with death?" she questioned skeptically after hearing his complaints upon arriving. At first, she believed he had been betrayed until realizing that his son was furious with him while Lee decided to pull the trigger on his own plan.

Haytham waved a hand dismissively to her claim because he could handle the boy. Sure, he was likely resentful and angry with his ploy but he could smooth it over. Right? Otherwise, he would have been hit with an uppercut by now. He would be lying if he said he didn't think about him and trying to fix the relationship he tattered. Beforehand, he wanted to eliminate a potential enemy by drawing him into the Order or killing him outright. Now, he was frustrated that he felt bad for the boy and told her carelessly, "He says that all the time that it's lost meaning."

"I don't peg him as the bluffing type" she spoke skeptically in a low tone about the young man, who didn't tolerate any of his father's attitude. Unlike Lee, who mostly listened to Haytham without question, his son questioned everything. For Haytham, who was not used to inquiries and handed out orders only, this irked him even more. Lucy couldn't help but point out recent facts to her boss, "Lee ran away from him twice in one week and didn't land a scratch on him. I'm beginning to doubt your protégé can take him on."

"You only met him once" he accused her profiling of his idealistic wayward child after one meeting. Was everyone taken with his child except for narrow-minded individuals?

"And that was enough for me to rate him as more level-headed than Lee is right now" she answered honestly with a polite smile before leaning down to clear his side table. It was obvious that he would need another drink that would hopefully thwart him from doing anything foolish like trying to get Lee and Connor to get along. She could already see that erupting in a hail of bullets and knives. She couldn't help but add in cheekily about the superior power of his progeny, "Not to mention, your son looks strong enough to take on the entire Templar Order barehanded while Lee ran away in Monmouth."

Lucy grabbed the empty glass and a dessert plate onto the metal platter that she used to carry his sustenance. Thankfully, her boss was very organized and clean so she never had horrid messes to clean up. Even his son and his wife were tidy with their belongings. She tried not to grin with disbelief when he blurted with an inviting proposition, "Are you sure you won't join the numerous empty seats of high Templar officers? There's not much of a line for the interview process."

"I am the caretaker of this estate, I do not want to meddle in your Templar Order" she declined respectfully because she wanted to stay out of the line of fire. Cleaning and keeping the manor tidy was enough adventure for her. Sure, she could handle a weapon rather easily but who didn't in the rural landscape? She was hired to care for his estate and she would do her best but the Templar Order was his. Haytham was disappointed in losing yet another potential recruit and she advised him with a matter-of-factly tone, "But you should put out this dumpster fire."

His maid was polite and could carry dry sarcasm to disarm his rivals but she also told him the truth unabashedly. It was rare to find someone with such veracity, being reminded of his father and son. If he could fix what happened between them, maybe there was a chance for peace. It was a little late for him to open his eyes to that option but he was no quitter, telling her with resolve, "Well then, time for me to head out and see Connor."

"You don't know where he is" she pointed out swiftly on going on a wild goose chase in the middle of winter. It hadn't stopped him before but she doubted Connor would be wandering the forest. If he was smart, which he clearly was, he would stay indoors with a nearby fireplace.

She almost dropped her platter when he confessed his plan with complete confidence, "Actually, I do, and I'll be heading straight into Davenport."

"I don't think you should have more alcohol, sir" she stated bluntly with a disapproving frown at the terrible idea of walking into his son's base of operations. He would infuriate him even more and rile the town into kicking him out. Haytham, on the other hand, was confident that he could infiltrate the rural town and slip out after talking to his son.

"I can handle it" he reassured with a firm glare because he had been through worse in his life. What could a town of unarmed civilians do to him? Throw pitchforks or unleash farm animals at him? He highly doubted anything foul would come of it and he was great at manipulating situations to ensure survival. He would not lie to his son or hide secrets this time to save whatever strings of trust were still viable. His son had not ventured out of Davenport from the latest reports and he wondered why, given how active the Continental Army was now as the war reached its peak. Had he fractured his relationship with the Patriots? Was he injured? Was he planning the ultimate revenge? He wanted to know why and refused to let curiosity kill him . . . or let his maid withhold his alcohol.

"Now, how about another drink?"

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A/N: And the new Burnett generation begins. Sorry for the lateness but a locked finger had my poor joint injected with steroids and resting it for a week (which is impossible when typing for school and caring for patients). Anyway, Connor and Caroline will be the newest happy parents in town when their daughter arrives, especially after the horrid first trimester of Caroline. Haytham, however, will be popping in before then to see the couple and rile up Connor once more. I couldn't simply ignore him in the 1778-1781 gap from the game, haha. These chapters will be more family-centric since Connor and Caroline have always wanted their little family and will be based in Davenport until hitting the next main mission. Originally in my old draft from long ago, the couple was going to have her until the game was over but they've fleshed themselves enough as a unit that Cora's arriving earlier. I also want to have her as a grounding piece between Haytham and Connor as they head into 1781.

Thank you to my readers and last chapter reviewers!

East Coast Captain: I like your view on it, I was trying to think of a way to fit that flash-forward into the current timeline. With Cora being the only child until the canon game sequence is over, she'll be the center of attention among her parents. People can live quite long, adequate healthcare and genetics are helpful factors, and with the way Connor plows into danger and survives insurmountable odds- I can see his kids being the same. I can see Cora and their youngest, Abigail, living the longest based on their access to medical care once they're adults while the middle two, Charlotte and Nathaniel, are basically Connor and Edward 2.0 in the wild frontier and ocean.

iHateFridays: Just as they began as little sisters on the frontier, they'll be Assassins guarding it. Eliza will become entrusted with Davenport's safety once the couple (plus Cora) heads out again.

adrianwolf4: I haven't decided if they will meet Jenny but I can definitely see the kids meeting her.

Thunderstrike16: Connor is all business on the Aquila so a baby reveal would make him pause from shock. I decided on that scenario while the other was having her use charades during a campfire with their friends. After having him propose on the Aquila, I decided on the old ship for another memory.

SOFI: I am slowly working on the Adventure Time chapter. I want to say it's about 75% complete so I am gradually making my way to returning to that tale. I'm aware of its popularity which I heartily appreciate and even I have reread it twice to get me in gear to restart it.

Taylor115: Whenever I suspect pregnancy in patients, I'll ask about smell aversion, nausea, or breast tenderness. One of our medical assistants who is now pregnant with her first baby asked me about smell changes because she loved her fiance's cologne and can't bear it now with the pregnancy, haha. For Caroline, the sea and Connor's scent is all she can bear. Cora will be her toughest pregnancy while the third will be a tougher delivery but the rest will be a breeze. Connor will be taking Cora everywhere he goes around Davenport like any proud dad.

Next Chapter Excerpt:

Haytham braved the cold winter chill to travel north to the small town of Davenport. When he had been in his prime as a Templar, he had pondered about venturing into the Assassin's home of operations to extinguish them all. Instead, he found a new agent in an ex-Assassin to do the work and eradicate the Order. Now, his son had rebuilt the same order he believed was nothing more than dust and grew it into a force to be reckoned with. As a father, there was pride in his tenacity to persevere but as a Templar, his son was an opponent to be killed.

He had never approached the town which created an investigation to find his son's homestead. Knowing his stoic and overprotective son, he would likely live in the outskirts, close to Achilles, or in the heart of the town. He ignored the large manor overlooking the town and the inn beside it down the road. Caroline once mentioned her family lived on a pretty green hill, which he quickly pinpointed on the land. He could use the family as leverage against the couple now that he was in the middle of their most coveted secret from the Templars. The redhead had never shown ill will against him, being more of a peacemaker, so he would leave her out of the war. He was catering to his stubborn son but he had not left things with him in a positive light.

Keeping to the shadows by the side of the road, he made his way past the clustered home in the interior to the outskirts. He could see yellow lantern lights in the distance past the large manor as a single home lay nestled by the cove. It was isolated on its own away from the other clusters along the main roads but close enough to the town. Clara had previously sent information on the layout of the town and this house was not included, alongside a few others on the land. He had quickly marked off the others at seeing families inside through those that held glass windows. The cabin by the cove was sized well for a family with livestock pens and a barn around the homestead. The white feathers dangling against the wind by the right side of the door only raised his suspicion.

He was quiet as he crept around the homestead, the wind howling behind his back, and he tucked his cape closer around his neck. Most of the windows were covered with wooden covers (likely for protection) but he found an uncovered window on the right side of the home that peered into the main room. There, he caught his son putting away dinnerware in the cupboards in the kitchen area while his wife was nowhere to be seen. Success! Now, the question was how to draw him out for a peaceful-

Haytham jerked out of his thoughts when he heard furious gobbling coming his way and he jumped back. A brown blob flashed in his vision as the dark color clashed against the pristine white snow. He had expected a protective hound to jump out at him with barks but gobbling filled his ears. Retracing his steps to the front of the homestead, the light illuminating from the front porch lantern outlined a plump turkey fluttering its wings in its mad dash against him. He tried to shoo the animal away but it was undeterred, even when he took off his hat to bat it against the creature. He contemplated using his blade against the blasted turkey but the front door of the cabin creaked open.

"Who goes there?" his son called out with warning at seeing nobody on the front porch.

Well, there went the element of surprise. With great reluctance, he made his way to the front porch to keep on that honest path that his father once preached. The gobbling turkey was hot on his heels like a watchdog and he heard a rifle being cocked inside the cabin. Seconds later, he heard Caroline's voice call out with a firm threat, "We have guns and aren't afraid to use them."

Haytham was not inclined to be shot at night in the middle of Assassin territory and gave up his sneaking attempt. He couldn't help but glare at the foul fowl that dared to attack him. The feathered pest had stilled at the appearance of the couple, standing its ground in the snow as its beady eyes watched him. Could this night be more embarrassing? Trudging through the snow, he approached the front porch of the home to be bathed in the lantern's light. Ratonhnhaké:ton stood in the middle of the open doorway with Caroline behind him. Alarm briefly flickered through his features at discovering him there and he blurted, "Father?"

For the first time, he couldn't summon a manipulative smile and threw up his hands to declare with exasperation, "Out of all the defenses I imagined, a rabid turkey was not one of them."

"Sir Cornelius takes his security very seriously" Caroline stated confidently on her treasured turkey and whistled to let him know they had it handled. Sir Cornelius gobbled one last time before skittering across the snow gracefully to his cozy home in the chicken coop. Unlike his other feathered friends, he roosted high in trees so Ratonhnhaké:ton had designed a cozy home within one of the tree trunks for him to sleep. Caroline cocked the gun as Haytham watched the peculiar turkey and snatched his attention back by pointing out, "So do I."

"Please lower the gun, I am not here with ill will" Haytham emphasized to calm the defensive duo because he was on a road of redemption. He refused to say peace but would relent at compromise. Lee had gone silent since summer and nobody knew his whereabouts. Meanwhile, his wild child was doing the same so he was left on trying to find and knock sense into them. His son, however, appeared to be more level-headed right now and he cursed his maid for being right. Keeping his hands raised in the air to prove his innocent intent, he added in, "Quite the opposite."

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