summary: congratulations! The reader is pregnant and Haytham is the father! Despite the miracle of life growing inside them, they can't help but have doubts about it.
Ever since I found at that I was pregnant I was nervous to tell Haytham. We have been together for four years and on that day we first met I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. He is sweet, loving, handsome and also a gentleman sometimes I wondered how I was so lucky to catch him.
In the past we have had the small conversations about our future, what are wedding would be like, our honeymoon then one night he told me he wanted it all to come true then went down on one knee. Despite being engaged, we haven't discussed whether we want to start a family. This was what made me nervous. I don't even know if Haytham would take up the responsibility of looking after a dog, never mind a child. What if he doesn't want a child? Do I even want a child? All these questions distracted me when I first found out that Haytham started to question it, I just gave him a not very believable excuse which I knew he would be suspicious about.
Know one else knows. It's just me procrastinating on how I'm going to tell him. Do I just slip it into a normal conversation? 'Well it has been a boring day for me, by the way I'm pregnant, how was your day?' Now that I think about it, that is definitely not the most suitable approach. After thinking long and hard I finally found out a way I was going to tell Haytham, whilst also praying that he won't jump back into his car and drive away; never to be seen again.
4:30 pm; right on time.
I glanced out of the window in mine and Haytham's shared bedroom to see him pull up the driveway in his car. My whole body was shaking but I took a deep breath and hoped it was going to go well.
Quietly I snuck downstairs and hid behind the wall in the lounge that gave me a view of the hallway. Next to the door is where we always put our shoes whenever we enter the house, but I had moved some of them. There was a pair of my shoes and a pair of Haytham's, I had place a little card on mine with my birth date and the same with Haytham's but with his birthdate. Between the shoes a placed a pair of tiny baby shoes that had the expected date of when the baby should be born. {I stole this idea from pinterest, I'm not that creative}
"{Y/N}, dear, I'm home." Haytham called out as he walked into the house.
Usually I'd run up to him and welcome him home with a peck on the lips, but I stayed hidden. Haytham just stood there with a confused face, obviously wondering why I hadn't greeted him, but he shrugged it off and went to take off his shoes. When he looked down I saw Haytham raise an eyebrow as he looked at the three pairs of shoes. A moment later his facial expressions changed, his eyes widened and was shocked.
"Welcome home." I came out of hiding and snuck up behind Haytham, giving him a warm smile.
Haytham snapped his head towards me, his eyes were still wide. Oh please don't run out.
"{Y/N}...are you?" He couldn't even finish his question.
I just slowly nodded my head, my heart beating rapidly in my chest as we just stood in an awkward silence waiting for Haytham's reaction.
Needing to break the silence, I opened my mouth to say something but Haytham cut me off by pulling me into a hug. His arms wrapped round my body and pulled me close to his. I would say I wasn't expecting this, but really I didn't know what to expect.
"How long?" Haytham asked when he finally pulled away.
I hesitated at first but there was nothing to hide from him anymore.
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►Assassins creed imagines book two
Fanfic►Read the first book if you wish. This is just continuing on with ideas for imagines that I have for your favourite Assassins and Templars. I do: ►Fluff ►Smut ►Whatever you like. Requests: open { } closed {✘}