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Valentine's Day 1872 brought a lovely little surprise to Jacob and Polly. This time Jacob found himself looking into the blue eyes of a baby girl. She had a mop of reddish hair, the same colour as her mother, but the spark in her eyes, even minutes after being born, was all Jacob. The Assassin was delighted he had a daughter. Ever since Polly had announced she was pregnant again, he had secretly hoped she would have a girl. And now he was holding that daughter in his arms. He could already feel his heart swelling with deep, protective love for her. 'I'd kill anyone who hurt you,' he thought to himself as he stroked her cheek. It was such a powerful feeling. He'd had the same feeling with Emmett of course, but a girl was different. Jacob felt it was his duty as a father to keep her safe. Polly was quick to notice Jacob's reaction, and she couldn't help smiling.
"We may as well just call her Princess Frye with the way you're looking at her," she teased her husband. "She's going to have you wrapped around her little finger."
"That's not true," Jacob protested, but he didn't take his eyes off the now sleeping baby in his arms. He just continued to gently stroke her cheek.
"Oh please! You're melting already and she's less than an hour old!" Polly laughed. "So, do we have a name for her, or are we sticking with Princess?"
"Have any ideas?"
"One. I like Abigail."
"Abigail? Hmmm...Actually, I like it," Jacob agreed, smiling. "Abigail Frye. Wait..."
"What's wrong?" Polly asked Jacob. He looked at his wife seriously.
"I love the name Abigail. But...would you mind if we gave her the middle name Cecily? After my mother?"
Polly smiled happily. "Of course not. It's a beautiful name and a wonderful sentiment. Our daughter, Abigail Cecily Frye."
The Frye family spent a year in India with Evie and Henry. As enjoyable as it was, Polly was glad when they finally returned home. Now she felt she could properly settle down and be a mother and wife. The only thing she didn't like about motherhood was how quickly the children grew up. Soon Emmett was out training with his father and Jack, learning new techniques Jacob had picked up from the Indian brotherhood. Emmett and Jack would bicker and fight like brothers occasionally, but it was nothing too serious. In fact, Jack would even argue with Jacob from time to time, but Jacob put that down to Jack being a teenager. Apart from Polly, the one person Jack didn't seem to mind was little Abigail.
Abigail had been quite the surprise to Jacob and Polly as she grew up, because as much as she looked like Polly, her personality seemed to be more that of her father. She wanted to run around outside like the little boys, not sit and have tea parties with the girls. Which Polly and Jacob didn't mind. That was who she wanted to be. Why change it? Although Polly couldn't count the number of dresses the little rascal got through. The one thing Polly was not willing to do was dress her in boys clothes. Not until she was older.
Jacob was a good father, firm but fair, like he'd said he would be with his Rooks. And while he loved his son, and was proud that Emmett was following in his footsteps, Jacob doted on his daughter.
“Catch me Papa!” Abigail giggled excitedly, jumping up and down on her bed. Jacob laughed at his three year old daughter and bent down by the side of her bed.
“Alright Abbie, I’m ready. 1…2…3…jump!”
The toddler threw her tiny body at her father, who caught her and pulled her close to his chest.
“Yay! You catched me!” Abigail cheered, clinging onto him. Jacob smiled lovingly at her.
“I’ll always be here to catch you sweetheart,” he told her softly.
He played games with her, took her for walks, cradled her when she got sick. barely sleeping for three days straight just so he could take care of her. And in turn Abigail adored her father. She followed him around the house, tugging on his trouser leg just to say hello. In her younger years she would cry when he went out to work, but she soon out grew that. As Polly had expected, Abigail did have her father in her pocket. As she grew, Jacob noticed a slightly...cheeky streak in her. Sometimes she would answer back to her parents. She even went as far as to punch a little boy, and push a little girl into a puddle. Although in her defence, those children were being mean. Jacob tried to scold her, but he found it so difficult, one because she was so cute, and two because he just saw so much of himself in her.
"Abigail. You can't go around hitting people, alright?" He warned her, trying to ignore her little pout.
"But he was being bad Papa," Abbie tried to explain. "And Mama says you stop bad people. I was helping."
"I stop grown up bad people Abbie," Jacob chuckled, sitting down next to her on her bed. "But thank you for your help Princess."
"I don't want to be a Princess."
"Oh? And why's that?"
"The Princess in the story is always saved by the hero. Well I want to be the hero instead. Like you Papa," Abigail told her father, climbing onto his lap. Jacob couldn't help but feel very humbled by his little girl's words.
"I'm no hero Abbie," Jacob told her, but he gave her a grateful kiss on top of her head. "Well...maybe I'm a little bit of a hero."
"You're my hero."
It was a little tough on Jacob, raising a family and leading the Rooks and Assassins at the same time. It was something he hadn't really planned for so early in his life. But he'd fallen in love with Polly so quickly, and everything after that had happened at equal speed. Not that he was complaining. He wouldn't change a thing. It was just...tough without that second pair of hands to help him. He needed to keep working, but he didn't want to neglect his family. Luckily he had an understanding wife who would stand by him. He was staying out later each night, which Polly hated, but she never said anything, even though Jacob knew it bothered her.
One night Jacob decided enough was enough, and he decided to go home earlier. The children were in bed, but Polly was still up. She was getting all ready for bed though, just closing the curtains, when she felt an arm slip around her waist. She knew just my the firm, but gentle grip who it was, and she couldn't help a little giggle escaping. Damn those assassin skills.
"Mr Frye. You're back early," Polly said, thrilled that he'd come back before she'd fallen asleep this time.
"I've been neglecting you, Mrs Frye," Jacob replied softly, leaning round to give her cheek a quick kiss.
"Jacob you've been working. I understand that," Polly assured him. "As long as you're not in one of those brothels, I don't mind."
"I only have eyes for one woman, and luckily she married me," Jacob said , pulling Polly closer to his body. Polly felt her whole body tingle and her heart start to beat faster as Jacob's soft lips connected with the skin of her neck. It had been a while since the pair had been intimate, and Polly would of been lying if she'd said she hadn't been craving his touch. She let out a quiet moan, which seemed to be just the reaction Jacob had hoped for.
"I have a question for you," Jacob muttered against her neck.
"Go ahead,"
"How much do you like this night gown?"
"Well it's quite old now," Polly replied, slightly confused at his question. "I could do with a new one actually."
"Perfect. Hold still," Jacob whispered in her ear, with a sensual tone that made her body tremble even more with excitement. Polly heard the sound of his hidden blade being released, and Jacob stepped back slightly, pulling on the back of her dress a tiny bit. Polly gasped as she heard and felt the fabric tear and loosen around her. Then it stopped.
Jacob's fingertips brushed against Polly's shoulders as he pushed the straps away, causing the dress to fall to the floor, leaving the girl completely naked. Polly smiled happily. Finally. Her body was ready. Jacob spun her round and gave a groan of approval as he looked her up and down. Polly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. It was very rare her tongue claimed dominance, but this time he was all hers. The way he felt, the way he tasted, it just made her crave him even more. The tingling heat that was travelling lower and lower down her body was almost hitting her womanhood already. She wasn't sure how much longer she would last.
When the pair broke away to catch their breath, Polly giggled again.
"You could of just undone the ribbon," she told Jacob, stroking the back of his hair.
"Where's the fun in that?" He scoffed in reply, but he was removing his gauntlet, and his pistol from under his coat. He clearly had plans.
"I love you," Polly told him softly, tossing away his top hat and pushing his long trench coat off him. "Now either pass me a blanket, or take me to bed Mr Frye, I'm cold."
"I know several ways I could warm you up," Jacob chuckled, restarting his assault of kisses on her neck again. This time though, his hands were free to wander over her naked body, making Polly shudder pleasantly at each touch and making his own arousal more prominent in his trousers. "And what's with the hat throwing? You don't usually treat my hats with such contempt."
"It's an old hat. Besides, I like the flat cap better."
Jacob stepped away from Polly quickly, like an idea had just struck him. Polly whined in disappointment, but Jacob ignored her for a second and instead started rooting around in one of his drawers. Eventually he found what he was looking for; his tatty, little flat cap. It had been a long time since he'd worn it, but he would never throw it out, it had too much sentimental value. He plonked it on his head and turned back to Polly.
"So. Does it still do the job?" He asked her with a cheeky grin. Polly's answer caught Jacob a little off guard. She didn't say anything, she just flung her naked body at him, her lips crashing down on his own. Her hands began to frantically tug at his waistcoat, in a desperate need to remove it. Jacob was more than happy to assist her, without even removing his lips from hers and within seconds his waistcoat, shirt and necktie had been almost torn from his body and discarded onto the floor with Polly's nightgown. It was unlike Polly to behave in this manner, but boy did Jacob like it, and he was certainly going to encourage it more often.
Breaking their kiss, which earned him another whine of disappointment from Polly, he picked her up and carried her over to their bed. As he placed her down, she quickly began unbuckling his trousers, eager to see just how ready he was. And boy was he ready.
Seeing her struggle a little, Jacob moved Polly's hands away so he could finish the job himself. He kicked his boots off and removed the rest of his attire. Except the cap. Polly smiled at him in all his naked glory. She'd seen that hard cock so many times before, but it never failed to remind her just how lucky she was. She reached up to run her hands up his chest, and Jacob lightly pushed her back onto the bed.
Everything from there was a pleasurable haze of passion. Polly's sighs and moans got louder as Jacob thrusted deeper into her. They both knew they had to keep some sort of control, what with the other two sleeping occupants of the house, but it was difficult with how excited and in love they both were. What turned Polly on the most though was Jacob whispering in her ear. Telling her how beautiful she was and how much he loved her. And things a little less romantic.
"I could fuck you all night!" He groaned, feeling his climax building. The scratching Polly was doing on his back told him she was close too. She was close. Very close. Any second now that string would snap...
"I wouldn't say no," Polly sighed breathlessly. "But stop cursing."
It amazed Jacob how even in the throws of passion, Polly could still scold him for swearing. But they kept going, moving together as one. It just took one more kiss...Polly gripped the sheets and buried her face in the crook of Jacob's neck to muffle the sound of her crying out his name. Jacob was a little less controlled, and upon feeling her womanhood tighten around his cock, he gave one final shuddering thrust, and released his seed deep into her, her name on his lips the whole time.
"Now, isn't that better than work?" Polly giggled as they lay together, both coming down from their blissful high.
"Just a bit," Jacob laughed, tossing his flat cap away and pulling Polly into his arms.
"I can't believe that thing stayed on," Polly said, grinning. "And oh Mr Frye? You owe me a new nightgown."