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To say that Mr. Faulkner had been unreasonably unhappy about Connor bringing a woman aboard was an understatement. Unhappy didn't even begin to describe the old man's reaction when it had first been suggested. It was bad luck, wishing doom upon them, asking for trouble and all manner of other ill tidings which they didn't need. They could find them very well all on their own thank you very much. Fellow assassin or not, inviting Evie to come along on their journey to Oak Island in search of Captain Kidd's fabled treasure was too much.

Connor had listened, ever patient with his crew, before waving off each and every concern as nothing more than silly superstition. After all, there had been women on board before and nothing so terrible had ever happened. His own grandfather had even been lucky enough to have the services of a female quartermaster once upon a time. It would be fine.

Somehow, he hadn't pictured the trip going quite like this.

Almost from the moment they had maneuvered out of the bay where the Aquila remained docked during his stays at the homestead, the problems had begun. The wind was still and the water was slow moving, leaving them crawling along at barely a snail's pace. Then, despite the calm peacefulness of the ocean, Evie had suddenly developed what appeared to be some unexpected case of seasickness, retiring early on the second day to the captains quarters.

Paired with the fact that what should have been a relatively easy and quick journey had suddenly turned into a slow-moving slog, and everyone was in a rather foul mood. Connor had yelled himself horse giving various orders, trying to lift the spirits of his crew through the use of shanties and finally, alcohol.

He would have believed that perhaps Mr. Faulkner had been correct and having a woman on board really was bad luck, if he wasn't so worried about this particular one. Every time he saw her, she looked a little more green, and they were too far into the journey to turn around.

Thankfully, he had taken to keeping a small supply of peppermint tea for those times when the water was particularly rough and those who were still green had a difficult time handling it. Leaving the wheel in Mr. Faulkner's capable hands, knowing full well that he would be found and called back should he be needed, he had headed into the galley, preparing a steaming cup of the strong tea. Carrying it onto the deck, he descended the stairs, knocking once at the door leading to his quarters before entering quietly, not wanting to disturb her if she should be resting.

"I made some peppermint tea. It should help to ease your stomach."

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"Kenways and Fryes both," she said with a rueful smile, while she would happily say that both her and Connor were logical, sensible people, they also shared genetics with Jacob and Edward, and the very thought of a child that was even half of the two of them was a nightmare. She would love her child deeply regardless, of course she would, but she's well aware she's running the risk of them being an absolute hellion.

While picturing a miniature version of her with Jacob's personality running absolutely amuck around the homestead and London was amusing, it was also completely possible. Of course he would love his child just as firecely no matter who it took after, but he hoped being raised by sensible, logical parents would calm any wilder desires. "I fear are may be in trouble."

"If they're too much trouble, do you think handing it off to Uncle Jacob would make it better or worse..." she mused, trying to keep a straight face. Honestly she was pretty certain Jacob was going to completely dote on the child as well, but she wasn't entirely sure he should be left unsupervised with it.

"One thing's for sure... they're going to be a very good assassin."

"Evie." Her name is spoken quietly, something in his chest twisting at the suggestion. Jacob had warned him of this, had told him that she would want any child of her own to be raised as an assassin as they had been. But he didn't want that for his child, didn't want them to feel as if they had no choice, wanted them to be free to make their own decision.

"What if that is not what they want?"

For a moment she's confused at the concern in his voice, uncertain what could have caused it, after all she was only joking about just handing off the child to Ja-oh.

She frowned slightly, unsure what to say to that, she didn't know what it said about her that it hadn't crossed her mind that their child, her child, might not want to be an assassin.

"I... well. Well that's something that will come up if they decide that's not what they want."

"Will they know they have a choice?" It didn't surprise him that she seemed to have never thought of such a thing occuring, that any child of two assassin's - any child of hers - wouldn't greet and fall into this life with open arms.

But this wasn't the life he would desire for his child.

"Of course," she looks slightly offended he'd even ask "I would never force my child to be something they didn't want to be."

Admittedly, she doesn't quite realise that her plans to simply bring up her child as an assassin and only stop if they said anything was probably what he meant when he asked about knowing they had a choice, but she'll probably get it eventually. Maybe.

And that was exactly what worried him. It was difficult to know you even haf any other choice when you had only ever been presented with one.

"Of course not." His tone is instantly apologetic, one hand held in front of him as a sign of peace. This was hardly the time nor the place to argure about such things. But he knew now that it would likely be inevitable. "You will be a wonderful mother. I could not have asked for anyone better."

She gets the impression he's backing down purely because he doesn't want an argument, but that also seems sensible right now, she's still a bit nauseous and somewhat irritable and she would much rather have any kind of serious conversation like that when she's far more comfortable.

"I certainly hope so," she says with a faint smile "But I am sure you will be a wonderful father."

He's also exceptionally well aware of just how strong of a will Evie truly has. If she was dead set upon this idea, there would be absolutely no changing her mind.

And honestly, if this was the only point of contention that ever developed between them, he would consider it lucky indeed.

"That is my hope." It's enough to bring that soft smile back to his face. "I hope that I can be wonderful to you both."

"Well you're already being wonderful to me," she says, smiling back

"I love you, Connor Kenway, I hope you know that."

He knew. With all of his heart he knew. It was as if he had known that from the moment they had met.

Moving in close, he wraps one arm around her, gentle in his actions now, mindful of what she carried. The other hand splayed across her stomach, soft and barely there, forehead coming to rest against her own as he whispered in reply. "Konnorónhkhwa." I love you in his own tongue.

She may not know much of his native language but it doesn't take a genius to translate that one, and her smile was gentle and loving as she looked up at him. It was easy enough to tilt her head up that little further and bring their lips together.

There wassomething so incredibly beautiful about this moment, about holding his everything in his arms. There was something so incredibly beautiful about her and the way she smiled at him, like she was glowing from within.

Her soft kiss is answered in kind, lips gentle as they press back, but there's an underlying current of emotional spark, as if he's somehow trying to pour everything he's feeling into this one connection.

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