(By the way the home base will be a little different than the home base in the actual game)

I look in the house and the first thing that I see is a living room. I look around and I see some plush chairs, a table and a fireplace. I walk around in the house some more and I see a small kitchen.

I keep walking around and I see what I assume to be the master bedroom. There was desk, a fireplace, and a bed that was big enough for me and Shay. The bed had green blanket and white sheets.

I sit down on the bed. I start to rub my stomach. I look around the room and I sigh. I miss my old life. I miss the Homestead. I miss Liam and Hope. I miss being an Assassin. I miss the old room Shay and I shared. If only the Templars never did steal the Manuscript and The Precursor Box, then maybe just maybe, the disaster in Lisbon would have never happened. I suspect that the people that Shay is working for are Templars. I'm sure of it.

What should I do? Should I leave before I become like them? Or worse, before my child becomes like them. But I can't leave Shay, he's too important to me, I love him too much. Not after all we went through.

My green eyes start to fill up with tears, the shear frustration of the choices that I need to make are painful. I hold on to my sliver locket that my parents have me. I close my eyes.

"I need to make a choice," I whisper, "Love or Freedom," If Shay knows that those people are Templars, then he might expect me to join as well. But how can I join the very people who killed my family, the people who basically ruined my life.

The people who robbed me of a normal childhood. That's all I want for my child, a normal childhood. I don't want it to worry about being killed every second of the day, to wonder if today will be their last day.

Freedom is starting to sound better and better. Freedom for my children, to protect them.

But I also made a promise to Shay that I would never leave him. Well...... that was before he started to work for the Templars.

But he is the father of my child, the shoulder I can cry on, the man I love, my husband. I know Shay does love me, and he knows I love him. I can't imagine my life without him.

But the safety of my child concerns me, maybe I should just discuss this with Shay instead of making rash decisions.

I mentally slap myself for having all of these thoughts. So I just wait for Shay to come back.