Marguerite had insisted on taking a boat to Argentina, where Challenger was waiting for them, rather than a plane, because she could get more of the first class luxury accommodations that she knew she would be missing while she was visiting, as much as she had missed Veronica- and even Ned a little bit.

They had gotten a room with two beds for the children and a private connecting suite for themselves. Roxton began to nuzzle Marguerite's neck, but she pushed him off a bit.

"Lord Roxton, I think we need to make sure the children are completely asleep." she warned.

"I will go and check, Lady Roxton." Roxton agreed, his voice husky, and walked quietly through the door to check on them.

What he had expected to see was Emmeline-Cate on one bed and the boys on the other, with Wolfy on the floor. What he saw was Morgan half laying on the great white monstrous dog, snoring softly, with Avery and Emmeline-Cate in the other bed.

Avery was half sitting up, completely asleep, a copy of his latest Edgar Rice Burroughs serial dangling limply from one hand, and Emmeline Cate was curled into a complete ball on top of a pillow, like a rolly-polly bug.

Roxton smiled gently, and lightly slipped the book out of his son's hand, sitting it on the bureau, and slid him down into a lying down position so that his neck wouldn't be sore the next morning. The baby, he picked up, straightened out, and laid her under the covers as well.

Then, he kissed them each gently on top of the head, receiving a light "wuff" from Wolfy when he got to Morgan.

"Oh, quiet, you great beast." Roxton muttered good naturedly. "Don't you dare wake them up." he whisper-ordered, holding a finger up to him, and then rubbed the dog's head as well before slipping quietly out of his children's room and back into his own.

"Kiddies are all down for the- well, I'll be..." he muttered, annoyed, as he saw that Lady Roxton herself had stretched out on the bed- obviously in an attempt to look sexy for him in her lingerie- and passed out asleep, tired from her day as well!

Roxton smirked, and kissed his sleeping wife's forehead before laying the covers over her and sliding into bed for a good night's sleep himself...