The first few weeks of being home were blissful. He had plenty of time to catch up and bond with his father and the servants. Mrs.Potts would tell him all the latest gossip happening in the area, as she fussed over him. After seeing the state of his clothes, she summoned Ellen to come by and to tailor some new outfits for him. As promised, Charles came to visit, every day in fact, so that they could play with Spado and the new puppies in the yard.
However, by the third week, things had gotten rather... dull. The Grandmaster became rather busy with matters concerning the Order, that Connor was not privileged to know since he was still an outsider. Regretfully, Charles resumed his duties as the Commander-in-Chief and was no longer able to come over anymore. The Omega doubted his Alpha was still in Boston, and perhaps returned to his troops.
So Connor had kept himself busy mostly by helping with any paperwork for his father that did not concern the Order. He wrote to Charles, Clipper and Noah every week. Hoping to learn of what was happening in the world outside his father's property. The sharpshooter was the first to write back to him, since he was still in Boston, enjoying his time off with his husband.
He had thought about asking his father if it would be all right to invite the married couple over for dinner some time. However, he did not know if the Inner Circle was aware that it was Clipper who had helped him escape New York after Washington's assassination. The last thing he wanted was for his father to figure it out and punish Clipper for putting friendship before the Order just like he had. Also putting Clipper at odds with James just as it had with him and Charles.
Since he was not allowed to leave the premises and always under the watchful eye of the Grandmaster's guards and the servants, Connor spent a majority of his time reading the books in his father's collection. Every day, for the past several weeks, he would head out to the yard right after dinner to sit underneath his favorite tree and read either until his father called for him or when the sun was about to set.
However, his usual routine was suddenly broken by some strange illness that hit him out of the blue. A few days ago he woke up feeling nauseated. The sickly feely came and went. But just when he thought he could sit down and enjoy breakfast with his father, as per usual, the smell of some of his favorite foods would make his stomach churn.
It wasn't just nausea either. His chest began to hurt a little, his breasts felt swollen and sensitive. He also got exhausted rather quickly.
The hunter, who had dragged a bear carcass for several miles after killing it and a cougar; was suddenly winded after doing something as simple as carrying a few loads of laundry up and down the stairs. He slept longer than usual, sometimes past mid-morning and would end up falling asleep outside. The servants or his father had a hard time waking him, and when he could not be roused, they carried him inside and up to his quarters.
He knew that they worried for him, especially when his condition had not improved. Mrs.Potts doted on him even more, insisting that he stay indoors as she and her girls made sure that he was always comfortable and served him food that agreed more with his stomach. The man-servants refused to let him carry anything. Not even a load of laundry or a stack of books from the Grandmaster's study. They had insisted on carrying for Aquila at the stables, and cared her well in his place.
Then there was his father.
Never before has he seen Haytham struggle to approach him. Even though they ate their meals together - whenever Connor had not been sleeping in - it was always in silence. There seemed to be something his father wanted to ask him, but it was if the words were lodged in his throat and there was no way the Alpha could spit them out.
Connor was almost afraid to hear them, because with the uneasiness upon his father's face, there was no way the news could be good. Was this unwavering sickness really so serious? He did not have a fever, in fact over the past few months his heats had never showed themselves. It was strange, but not unusual since his cycle could be somewhat irregular; but never before has he ever missed more than two in a row.
Finally, his father could not take it anymore. When Connor caught those eerie golden eyes staring back at him, Haytham quickly rose from the table right in the middle of supper, and stormed straight to his office. He wondered what had his Alpha parent seen with those special Kenway eyes.
The following day Doctor White had arrived. He was completely relieved that it wasn't either Church (who did not trust him and vice versa) or Davies. Connor would have been more thrilled to see his friend, if he wasn't so nervous that he nearly vomited on the older Omega's buckled shoes.
Upon hearing of his symptoms, the corner of Lyle's mouth twitched and then during the examination, Connor kept his eyes closed the entire time and prepared for the worst. Finally... finally... when those gentle hands pulled away and Doctor White asked for him to dress, did he reign in his courage.
"How bad is it?" he asked softly, while his trembling fingers moved to re-button his shirt and waistcoat.
Lyle's mouth twitched again, but this time he smiled. Smiled! Connor could not help but feel hopeful. Perhaps his condition was not so serious after all.
"Not bad at all," his friend assured him. "You are pregnant."
The world suddenly spun around him, and quickly Lyle promptly handed him a bedpan that he could throw up in. Well, so much for inviting the good doctor to dinner.
"What?" he mumbled. "Pregnant...?"
Pregnant... he has a baby living inside him. Connor's eyes widened at the realization that he was going to be a mother.
"Pregnant...?" another voice echoed from the now open door.
Both Omegas turned their hands to glance over at an ashen-faced Haytham Kenway.
Oh... Oh no....
"Father..." Connor began weakly.
The Grandmaster's shock immediately contorted into rage that had startled both Connor and Lyle White who shrank away. His father growled, but rather than stalk over to his Omega child, he turned on his heel and immediately stormed out. Out of his son's quarters, out of the house, and was shouting for a man servant to fetch his horse.
As he pondered where his father was riding off to in such a hurry, Doctor White recovered first and smiled again.
"Um... Congratulations?"
A/N: Sorry for the lack of dialogue here, Haytham is a hard character to write. But he should have some interesting things to say in the next part
One-shot:: Coming Home 4a/4
The first few weeks of being home were blissful. He had plenty of time to catch up and bond with his father and the servants. Mrs.Potts would tell him all the latest gossip happening in the area, as she fussed over him. After seeing the state of his clothes, she summoned Ellen to come by and to tailor some new outfits for him. As promised, Charles came to visit, every day in fact, so that they could play with Spado and the new puppies in the yard.
However, by the third week, things had gotten rather... dull. The Grandmaster became rather busy with matters concerning the Order, that Connor was not privileged to know since he was still an outsider. Regretfully, Charles resumed his duties as the Commander-in-Chief and was no longer able to come over anymore. The Omega doubted his Alpha was still in Boston, and perhaps returned to his troops.
So Connor had kept himself busy mostly by helping with any paperwork for his father that did not concern the Order. He wrote to Charles, Clipper and Noah every week. Hoping to learn of what was happening in the world outside his father's property. The sharpshooter was the first to write back to him, since he was still in Boston, enjoying his time off with his husband.
He had thought about asking his father if it would be all right to invite the married couple over for dinner some time. However, he did not know if the Inner Circle was aware that it was Clipper who had helped him escape New York after Washington's assassination. The last thing he wanted was for his father to figure it out and punish Clipper for putting friendship before the Order just like he had. Also putting Clipper at odds with James just as it had with him and Charles.
Since he was not allowed to leave the premises and always under the watchful eye of the Grandmaster's guards and the servants, Connor spent a majority of his time reading the books in his father's collection. Every day, for the past several weeks, he would head out to the yard right after dinner to sit underneath his favorite tree and read either until his father called for him or when the sun was about to set.
However, his usual routine was suddenly broken by some strange illness that hit him out of the blue. A few days ago he woke up feeling nauseated. The sickly feely came and went. But just when he thought he could sit down and enjoy breakfast with his father, as per usual, the smell of some of his favorite foods would make his stomach churn.
It wasn't just nausea either. His chest began to hurt a little, his breasts felt swollen and sensitive. He also got exhausted rather quickly.
The hunter, who had dragged a bear carcass for several miles after killing it and a cougar; was suddenly winded after doing something as simple as carrying a few loads of laundry up and down the stairs. He slept longer than usual, sometimes past mid-morning and would end up falling asleep outside. The servants or his father had a hard time waking him, and when he could not be roused, they carried him inside and up to his quarters.
He knew that they worried for him, especially when his condition had not improved. Mrs.Potts doted on him even more, insisting that he stay indoors as she and her girls made sure that he was always comfortable and served him food that agreed more with his stomach. The man-servants refused to let him carry anything. Not even a load of laundry or a stack of books from the Grandmaster's study. They had insisted on carrying for Aquila at the stables, and cared her well in his place.
Then there was his father.
Never before has he seen Haytham struggle to approach him. Even though they ate their meals together - whenever Connor had not been sleeping in - it was always in silence. There seemed to be something his father wanted to ask him, but it was if the words were lodged in his throat and there was no way the Alpha could spit them out.
Connor was almost afraid to hear them, because with the uneasiness upon his father's face, there was no way the news could be good. Was this unwavering sickness really so serious? He did not have a fever, in fact over the past few months his heats had never showed themselves. It was strange, but not unusual since his cycle could be somewhat irregular; but never before has he ever missed more than two in a row.
Finally, his father could not take it anymore. When Connor caught those eerie golden eyes staring back at him, Haytham quickly rose from the table right in the middle of supper, and stormed straight to his office. He wondered what had his Alpha parent seen with those special Kenway eyes.
The following day Doctor White had arrived. He was completely relieved that it wasn't either Church (who did not trust him and vice versa) or Davies. Connor would have been more thrilled to see his friend, if he wasn't so nervous that he nearly vomited on the older Omega's buckled shoes.
Upon hearing of his symptoms, the corner of Lyle's mouth twitched and then during the examination, Connor kept his eyes closed the entire time and prepared for the worst. Finally... finally... when those gentle hands pulled away and Doctor White asked for him to dress, did he reign in his courage.
"How bad is it?" he asked softly, while his trembling fingers moved to re-button his shirt and waistcoat.
Lyle's mouth twitched again, but this time he smiled. Smiled! Connor could not help but feel hopeful. Perhaps his condition was not so serious after all.
"Not bad at all," his friend assured him. "You are pregnant."
The world suddenly spun around him, and quickly Lyle promptly handed him a bedpan that he could throw up in. Well, so much for inviting the good doctor to dinner.
"What?" he mumbled. "Pregnant...?"
Pregnant... he has a baby living inside him. Connor's eyes widened at the realization that he was going to be a mother.
"Pregnant...?" another voice echoed from the now open door.
Both Omegas turned their hands to glance over at an ashen-faced Haytham Kenway.
Oh... Oh no....
"Father..." Connor began weakly.
The Grandmaster's shock immediately contorted into rage that had startled both Connor and Lyle White who shrank away. His father growled, but rather than stalk over to his Omega child, he turned on his heel and immediately stormed out. Out of his son's quarters, out of the house, and was shouting for a man servant to fetch his horse.
As he pondered where his father was riding off to in such a hurry, Doctor White recovered first and smiled again.
"Um... Congratulations?"
A/N: Sorry for the lack of dialogue here, Haytham is a hard character to write. But he should have some interesting things to say in the next part