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A large callous hand comes to rest on the boy’s head, smoothing down the strands of blonde locks. He surprised himself, with just how much he enjoys being a father, Haytham’s especially, He loves Jennifer - of course he does, but having seen Haytham grow form an infant, into the young lad besides him, seen him learn to walk, heard his first words, it was entirely different form when he had met his firstborn. Jennifer had already been a little lady, with opinions and abilities of her own, she hadn’t needed him to the same degree, one day, not to fare in the future neither would his son - you’re getting old Kenway. ❝for as long as you need me, I’ll always be there to catch you.❞ he promises. The hand moving to wrap around the boy’s shoulder pulling him closer. ❝Your mother would never forgive me if her roses were crushed.❞ he says, offering the boy a grin.
❝I have felt that way yes. ❞ Caroline, Freedom, the Observatory. ❝It’s a terrifying feeling really, wanting something so much, it makes you doubt your own abilities.❞
