Getting close to the pyramids is the hard part considering they're a rather large tourist attraction. We park as close as possible, but we still have a bit of a walk. We're to meet an official sent by the Egyptian government near the Pyramid of Giza. He's to show us where to set up camp and tell us what times we're allowed to excavate and all that rubbish. We make it about halfway to our destination when Conrad decides he's tired of walking. I look at him incredulously when he asks me to carry him.

"Conrad Roth, you're eight years old for God's sake," I tell him.

He begins to pout and it's that same pout Sam gives me when she wants something. I groan and scoop him up, placing him on my shoulders. Sam smiles at me and shakes her head.

"You're no longer a Croft. You're a Nishimura," I mumble up to my son.

Sam swats my arm and shoots me a small glare. "I take offense to that." I grin at my wife and wink down at my daughter as she begins giggling.

"Oh, come now. It's only a joke," I say, nudging Sam's shoulder.

Sam rolls her eyes and pulls her camera out. "The great Lara Croft is once again showing that she's the same age as our daughter by making fun of me."

I smile and lean over to kiss her cheek. "I don't think a ten year old would know how to do that thing with their tongue that you love so much," I whisper against Sam's skin.

The reaction I want is instantaneous as Sam shivers despite the heat of Egypt. I smile and press a kiss to the spot below her ear. "You owe me later," she grumbles.

I nod and wink back at my wife. We managed to talk Sarah and Conrad into bringing their own tent. Call me a bad parent if you wish, but that doesn't change the fact that I still enjoy bedding my wife from time to time.

I kneel down and let my son descend from my shoulders as we arrive at our destination. Sam's camera is out and recording in a matter of seconds.

"You're going to overheat in that leather jacket, Sam. Remember what happened in Croatia?"

Sam nods and hands me her camera to hold while she shrugs her jacket off. I hand her the camera back and pack her jacket into my backpack. Dr. Dixon moves forward and begins speaking with the official.

"Mom, I'm hungry," Conrad whines.

I roll my eyes at my son and shoot a look at my wife. "He gets that whining thing from you."

Sam grins and puts her camera away, realizing there isn't much to film right now. "Conrad, we have to wait for Dr. Dixon to finish talking before we can set up camp and eat," Sam tells our son.

Conrad groans and Sarah rolls her eyes at him. "Get over it, Conrad. How can you possibly be hungry when we're to begin exploring pyramids tonight?"

I smile down at my daughter. "She gets that from you," Sam mumbles into my shoulder. I wrap an arm around my wife and kiss her forehead.

"Well, she's a Croft. It's in our nature." Sam rests her head against my shoulder and smiles.

"Well unfortunately the Croft line is incredibly dense when it comes to romantic feelings. If she follows in your footsteps entirely, she won't have sex until she's twenty-one," Sam teases.

I growl low in my throat and shoot her a playful glare. "I resent that statement." Sam laughs and presses a kiss to my neck.

"I'm only playing. She has my blood. She'll be in the game in no time." I look at my wife incredulously and arch an eyebrow.

"Not if I have a say in it."

Sam smiles and pulls her camera out again as Sarah begins to write in her journal while glancing at a book I'd given her last night. I can't help but smile at how much Sarah is like me at the young age of ten. Conrad continues to whine so I finally pull a granola bar from my side pocket in my bag and hand it to him. He squeals happily and begins to eat.

"He's definitely your son," I whisper to Sam.

She smiles and glances up at me. "Every bit as much as she's your daughter."

I drop onto our makeshift mattress after I've finished setting up the tent. Sam was busy recording the entire time so she was of no help. The kids set up their own tent and didn't seem to keen on helping me. I close my eyes and sigh. This mattress is much less comfortable than the one we have at home or even the one in the hotel room, but it'll do I suppose. I don't hear the flap of the tent open or the sound of my wife's camera turning on. My hand immediately flies to the nine millimeter holstered to my hip as pressure settles on my thighs.

"Lara, it's me. Relax, sweetie. We're not on Yamatai anymore," she whispers as she sets her camera down.

I feel my body relax and let Sam intertwine our fingers. "I'm sorry. Expeditions make me jumpy. It's been so long, Sam." Sam smiles at me sympathetically and leans down to rest her forehead against mine. "There's so much more at stake this time. It would've been hard enough losing you on Yamatai. The thought of losing you and our children tears me apart," I whisper.

Sam's lips brush my cheek and I lean into the contact. "We'll be fine, Lara. We have you to protect us. I doubt anyone even has the guts to go against you anymore. And they're a flaming idiot if they think they stand a chance." I smile at my wife and push my lips to hers.

"I love you," I manage between kisses.

Sam's lips curl into a small smile against my own. "I love you too."

My hips buck slightly as Sam's fingers graze the scar on my side. "You still owe me from earlier," she whispers against my ear.

I shiver at her tone and thread my fingers through her belt loops, pulling her impossibly closer. "I believe you're right."

Our lips reconnect in a clash of flesh and teeth. Sam's nails dig into my hips as my teeth bite down on her lower lip. I sit up slightly as her hands begin to drag up my torso, pushing my shirt up in an attempt to remove it. My back arches as her hands cup my breasts through my bra.

"Tease," I mumble against her lips.

Sam chuckles and continues to push my shirt up.

"Hey, mom!"

My hands move up to pull my shirt down quickly and Sam removes herself from my lap. Conrad and Sarah's heads poke in and I attempt to act like I wasn't just be ravaged moments beforehand.

"We're hungry."

I roll my eyes and push myself up from my mattress. "Alright, fine. I'll get something started."

They both smile brightly and remove themselves from our tent. I turn to Sam, shooting her a small glare. 'Later' I mouth at her before stepping out of our tent. Sam giggles behind me, mumbling something about the joys of having children, before following me out of the tent.