It's a little strange, celebrating such a holiday. Even if it had existed during his time, there would have been little to actually commemorate. Perhaps he would have given a card or small gift to Achilles, wordlessly leaving it by his bedside and never speaking another word about it.

But things were far different now - both his father and his grandfather were suddenly, mysteriously, alive and well in this world they had found themselves in. Where only months before he never even would have considered giving Haytham a gift to celebrate his fatherhood, now he felt it only right.

So on this day, he has invited Haytham to visit him at the homestead, where he had prepared a small breakfast for them to share, as well as a rather large, flat gift, wrapped in dark blue waiting in one of the chairs located in the study.

"Thank you for coming, father. I am thankful that I am able to spend this day with you."