Note: Things get a little steamy in here. At the most a strong T.

Chapter twenty-six

Home to stay

Meg tucked Robert and Hugh in their crib and smiled. Hugh gripped her finger and she sang quietly.

"Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around. Nothing's gonna harm you, ever, not while I'm around. Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays, I'll send 'em running I don't care, I got ways. No one's gonna hurt you, No one's gonna dare. Others can desert you, Not to worry, cry and, I'll be there. Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while, But in time. Nothing can harm you. Not while I'm around.

Meg cooed. "Your father should be here soon. He's been gone a month since you were born." She heard a horse approaching and she drew the blanket around the boy's faces. "Sounds like he's here already."

Meg smoothed her skirts and hurried down the stairs. Meg pushed the door open and watched as Guy dismounted his black horse. She closed the door behind her and stood there. She watched as Guy tied up the horse and gazed around the property. She'd done a great deal of gardening and it had flourished. Meg wiped her hands nervously on her apron as Guy looked towards her. He looked tired, but his eyes lit up when he saw her.

"Meg."

Guy approached her swiftly and his hands went around her waist and she clung to him. She gasped as his lips attacked her neck. "Oh Guy. You're back." She closed her eyes as she stumbled backwards and groaned as she ran her hands through his black hair. Guy pressed her against the wall and she clung to him. She groaned as the wood thumped into her back. "Oww."

"Oh Meg. I'm sorry." Guy said, his hands caressing her between kisses. "I've missed you so much."

She nodded. "I've missed you."

"Do you know, in the year and a half we've been married, I've only seen you for six months and thirteen days?"

Meg shook her head. "Have we…really been married almost two years? It seems much shorter."

Guy pulled back and nodded. His blue eyes studied her. "You've filled out more….it's most…becoming."

She blushed. "It's your children Guy." She took his hand. "Come. They're napping now though."

He frowned as he followed her inside the house. "Is that normal?"

"Yes, I just finished feeding them."

He groaned. "I missed that."

"There'll be plenty of time for that Guy. Come."

Meg pushed the door open and leaned against it as Guy slowly entered the nursery. He walked towards the crib and touched Robert's head. She felt tears fill her eyes as she watched tears filled Guy's eyes.

"Oh Meg, they're perfect." He looked up at her with a tear trailing down his cheek. "I've dreamed of this…for so long." He stood up. "A house. A wife. Children. I've wanted this for so long."

Meg smiled and touched his face. Guy kissed her and led her out of the room, shutting the door quietly. "Where is your father?"

"At court."

"And is there anyone else here?"

"No." She frowned at his too casual tone of voice. "Why?"

Guy's tired, wet blue eyes came to life and he smirked. "Then there will be no one to hear you scream."

"Scream?" She frowned. "Why would I-" Then she let out a shriek as Guy's hands circled her hips and he lifted her up off the ground! Meg gasped as he used his elbow to shut the door to their bedroom. "Guy?"

"Silence wife," he said pressing her against the door arching against her. "you're my prisoner." His hands were already busy removing her dress off her. Meg's hand went to his leather jacket. "And I," he bit her neck gently. "Am going…to make you scream…for your life."

"Guy." His teeth bit a little more firmly and she gasped. "Oh." Guy brought her dress up over her head in one swift motion. Meg pressed her head against Guy's bare chest and closed her eyes in anticipation to feel her husband within her after seven long months. Guy caressed her arms before bringing them down behind her. She jerked back when she felt him secure her hands behind her. "Guy!"

"Quiet."

"Please," Meg wiggled, "let me out."

"You just said please!" He smirked. "I think not."

"Guy." She pleaded. "Let me out."

"No." he said as he yanked her shift down off her. He brought his hand from her ankle up to the scar on her stomach. "No pleading will get you free…until I'm done… torturing you."

Meg bounced and squirmed as he tickled her. "Guy of Gisbourne you let me free this instant!" Guy laughed as he rested his forehead against hers. He then gave her a little push towards the bed. She sat on the edge as he kicked off his boots. "Guy," she said. "Let…me…go."

Guy ignored her as he forced her on her back. Meg's breathing picked up as Guy straddled her. He laughed, "Meg, you look as nervous as you did the first time I took you."

"Hey! You were scared too!" She groaned and threatened him, "Guy, you are going to suffer for this if you don't let me go this instant!"

"No." he said as his face moved to her. "You are."

Meg rolled over on her side and ran her hand down his chest. Guy brought her head to rest against his chest. She exhaled. "Oh, I missed you so much."

"I missed you. I missed the way you felt against me. The perfect fit," he brushed her hair back from her face. "That's the first thing I noticed about you. You fit so well into my hands. Your body, fits perfectly against me, or even if your writhing beneath me." Meg blushed a little. "You always the perfect match for me. Like a glove." He examined her wrists, which had a little impression from the ropes. "Did I hurt you?"

Meg glanced at him. "No, you didn't hurt me." He exhaled in relief. A pillow hit him in the face.

"Hey!"

"But," she said swinging the pillow at him again. "If you ever…do something like that again…without warning me first!"

Guy caught her wrists with a laugh. "I understand." He exhaled and kissed her nose. "I'm going to have to punish you again."

Her eyes flashed. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Wouldn't I?"

"Guy!"

He laughed. "Oh come on. It was so funny to see you beg and plead for me to give you more."

Meg wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh, I suppose it would be funny if I wouldn't let you make love to me again."

Guy kissed her and her arms grew tighter around him. "You can't resist me."

She made a face. "I know."

"And I know you enjoyed every minute of this torture."

"I know." She said absent-mindedly. Her eyes widened at his laugh and she thumped his head gently. "Oh you!" the sound of a baby crying made her jump up. "Oh time to take care of the boys. I'm surprised you didn't wake them up."

"You were making quite a bit of noise yourself." He pointed out as he stood up. His voice went high, as if impersonating her. "More Guy! More!"

"Shut up you idiot!" Guy handed her the white robe at the foot of the bed. "Thank you." He reached for his deep green robe and put it on. Meg moved to the nursery and he followed her. Meg picked up Robert and he reached for Hugh who looked unhappy to have been woken up by Robert's yelling. Meg bounced Robert and moved towards the table. "He needs to be changed."

"Oh." He said.

Meg frowned and him. "Come on. I'm going to show you how to change." At his face she added. "I know, woman's work, but you wanted a family and this comes with the territory."

The sound of footsteps caused them to look up. Guy stepped out of the doorway to see Mr. Bennett coming up the stairs. His eyes narrowed, "So, you made it back here. The king's making inquiries about you."

Guy groaned. "Oh, I forgot." He turned to Meg. "I've got to get dressed." He carefully set Hugh down in the crib.

"How about I get dressed and we take the babies with us?" He frowned and so did she. She shook her head. "No. It's too long a trip." She exhaled. "I guess we seem to spend most of our time saying goodbye."

"Oh why don't you leave them with me and both of you go together?" Meg hesitated. "Go on. I took care of you and I don't get any time with my grandchildren alone. Go on."

Meg laughed. "All right. We'll be back son."

"Take all the time you need." He said. "Believe me, I can imagine you two would like some time alone."

Guy nodded. "I thank you for your consideration."

Mr. Bennett cleared his throat. "Go along you two, can't keep the king waiting."

Guy nodded and he led Meg out of the room. Was Mr. Bennett ever going to accept him as a son-in-law?

"Give him time." Meg said as if she were reading his thoughts. "It'll take time."