The Assassin's Daughter

Prologue; A Traumatic Birth

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Prologue; A Traumatic Birth

Sixteen year's previous...

Daily life was happy and evenly paced. Living within a small snug cottage, which was situated within the middle of the British countryside. Celia was sat within the newly decorated nursery, as she stroked her bulging, oversized with-child stomach.

She'd actually neven been happier within her life, as she and her husband Cain were expecting there very first child, - a daughter. Celia was a stunning woman, with long dark wavy hair and features that glowed with a constant natural beauty.

Yet, because of the job in which her husband did. Celia was forced into keeping her pregnancy silent and a secret.

Cain was an undercover assassin. A spy that worked for the country's secret service in tracking down and teminating terrorist, spies or any other assassin who may have entered into the country by other means undetected.

It was an extremely dangerous occupation, but Celia knew the truth about her husband and had accepted Cain's way of life, ever since the day she'd fallen in love with him. Causing Celia to leave her own family and everything see'd ever known behind.

Cain worked away a lot, travelling around or out of the country. He never shared the details of what he actually did or was even capable of with his wife, as details were never really that important to Celia.

But Cain did keep his wife safe, whenever he had to go away for brief periods at a time. He also only trusted a small handful of close associates, to watch over the small cottage and Celia.

Cain didn't know how he could go on living without his wife? Celia was his rock, Cain's only real connection to the real world. Without her, he would be nothing. Just a shadow that lurked and who could move undetected.

It was during mid-winter, as a thick blanket of snow covered and fell from the darkened sky outside. Cain was actually at home for a change, when Celia unexpectedly went into labour with their daughter.

Her husband was downstairs building up the hearths fire, when he heard his wife's sudden cry from the upper cottage's floor. Dropping what he was doing, Cain darted up the stairs, his hand automatically going to his hidden holster.

On entering the nursery, Cain's eyes swiftly scanned the newly decorated bedroom for his wife. Celia was crouched over in pain, holding onto her bulging stomach, as she also clung to the empty baby's crib.

"Cain, the baby..."

Clearly looking his wife up and down, Cain could see that Celia's waters had broken. Swiftly moving towards his wife, Cain hoisted and carried her out of the nursery, as another contraction took a hold of Celia's body.

"Cain,"

Moving down the staircase as quickly, as he possibly could, Cain grabbed his car keys. On hearing his wife's soft voice, he glanced down to see blood on one of her hands. Panic clutched at his stomach, as his eyes rose to his wife's.

"We're losing her aren't we? I'm going to miscarry our daughter."

Pulling open the front door, Cain managed to keep his balance, as he hurried through the snow and towards his LandRover. Helping his wife into the passenger seat, Celia watched her husband as he darted back into the house, before remerging with his wife's hospital bag.

Slamming the front door closed and throwing the hospital bag into the back of the car. Cain climbed into the driver's seat, as his wife gave another loud painful moan.