*- The only characters that I own are Lady Anne Roxton, Edward, Earl of
Dannister, Lord Louis Roxton, Lorenzo, Margaret and Charles Rivera and
Milford are mine. Everyone else belongs to J&G, Newline, etc, you know the
deal.
Homecoming
Chapter 1 "John, the house is beautiful" Marguerite gleefully commented as the car passed through the front gates. "You, my darling, will make it even more beautiful" he told her as he carried her over the threshold. "John, the baby" she reminded him as he stepped inside. "How could I forget?" he replied as he set her down.
After four years, the explorers had finally discovered a way home. Before they left the plateau, she knew was pregnant. "Marguerite, are you ok?" Challenger noticed the change in the heiress. "I'm just nervous about going home" she told him. "Aren't we all" the scientist replied. The thought that a child was growing inside her, especially one fathered by Roxton was almost a shock.
"Are you ok, love?" Roxton asked as they traveled up river. "I'm fine" she replied quietly, unable to tell him that he was going to be a father. "What's wrong?" he cautiously prompted, knowing her many moods. "You're pregnant" Finn blurted out. Marguerite's dagger like eyes aimed on the blonde. "Sorry" she quickly apologized. "Are you really pregnant?" Roxton asked with a smile on her face. "John, please" she begged as he swung her around. "I love you," he told her as he pulled her in close. "I love you too" she replied.
They followed the river up to the Amazon to Buenos Aires, where a liner took them to New York and from, there they would travel to London. After arriving in New York, they settled into the hotel. "So this is New York" Veronica eagerly commented. "Now this is cool," Finn squealed. "Is anyone hungry?" Challenger asked. "As long it's not raptor" Ned joked. "You go ahead, I'll join you" John told the group.
After dinner, he pulled Marguerite aside. "What is it?" she asked curiously. "Open it" he told her. "John, it's beautiful" she exclaimed. "Well?" he asked her anxiously. "Yes" she replied as they kissed. Their wedding was simple with Challenger giving her away while Finn and Veronica acted as bridesmaids and Ned as best man. "Lord Roxton?" the elderly butler asked. "Good to see you, Milford, this is my wife, Lady Marguerite Roxton" he said as a blonde hurled herself at him. "Your home" she exclaimed and kissed him. "Who is this?" Marguerite snapped. "Anne, what are you doing?" Roxton asked sheepishly. "Kissing my husband," she replied. "Is there something you've been hiding from me?" she barked at him.
"Marguerite, please, I am not nor have I been married to this woman" he desperately tried to explain. "In case you've forgotten, it takes to two to make a child" Marguerite screamed. "Child?" Anne asked. "Yes, our child" Marguerite continued to scream. "Marguerite, please believe me, she is not my wife, you are. Anne and I have known each other our entire lives, I have never felt anything more than friendship towards her," he begged. "I thought I knew you, but obviously I don't," she told as she turned around to walk out. "Anne please" he turned to the other woman. "John, we are married, your uncle married us by proxy after you left" Anne explained. "I'm going to London" she hissed as she got into the car and drove away.
The car stopped in front of Marguerite's London townhouse. The last time she saw this house, she had been sharing with her childhood friend, Margaret Downing. As children at St. Katherine's School For Girls, they were the only children left after the rest of the students left for holiday and summer breaks. Their friendship grew and when Margerite returned to London, they bought the townhouse. The previous owner balked at the thought of the two women living alone without the presence of man, but Marguerite flashed some of her diamonds and the owner, still eyeing the diamonds, handed Marguerite the papers. She rang the bell, drying her tears. "Can I help you?" a man asked. "I'm looking for Margaret Downing" Marguerite replied. "Lorenzo, who's at the door?" Margaret asked as she recognized the other women. "Madge?" she asked excitedly. "Maggie!" Marguerite exclaimed as the two women hugged. "You're pregnant!" Marguerite noticed. "This is number two" Lorenzo explained as two year old Charles whimpered. "Honey, I'm sorry. This is Marguerite Krux, one of my best friends. Madge this is my husband, Lorenzo and my son, Charles" Margaret said as Marguerite's stomach grumbled. Jack, you kept him," she said she bent down to fondle the dog. She named the dog Jack for the father she thought was out there waiting for her. Jack and Maggie were the only friends she had in the world, well beyond her companions on the plateau. "I couldn't get rid of him," Maggie told her. "Would you like some dinner? We have plenty of food," Lorenzo offered. "Thank you, I am a little hungry," she said.
After dinner, Marguerite was preparing for bed when Maggie knocked on her door. "I hope you don't mind that we moved your things in here, it's smaller than your old bedroom and we needed room for Charles" Maggie explained as she sat down. "The room is fine, really, it's nice to be home" Marguerite replied. "Are you ok?" the redhead asked, noticing the look on her friend's face. "I'm fine" she replied, quickly hiding her pain. "Madge, you can tell me? Does it have anything to do with Lord Roxton? Last I heard, the man has quite the reputation," Maggie gently inquired. "I told myself that whatever I did, I would not fall for him and I did. In New York, we got married and when we got to his estate, I met his wife and I am pregnant" Marguerite let the tears flow. "Honey, come here" Maggie said as Marguerite cried. ********************************************************************* She should have been in his arms that night. Instead he was alone in this big, empty house. "Hi, John" Anne said as she walked in. "Anne, what are you doing?" he asked her as she dropped her robe and started to crawl towards him. "Doing what I have waited four years for" she replied. "Please, put your robe on" he begged. "Lord John Roxton, the great white hunter, doesn't like the thrill of the catch?" she teased as she started to kiss him. "Anne please, isn't there some young man who catches your fancy?" He again begged her. "You must really love her," Anne told him as she put her robe on. "Yes I do" he replied. "Good night Lord Roxton" she told him angrily.
"Johnny Boy, I was wondering if you were ever coming home" His uncle, Lord Louis Roxton said excitedly said as he entered the study a few days later. "Uncle Louis, it's nice to see you again," John said stiffly. "My dear, you look lovely as usual," the older Lord Roxton said, kissing Anne's hand. "Uncle, it's nice to see you again" Anne replied. "Well, Johnny Boy, what do you think of her?" Isn't she a treasure?" Louis gleefully asked his nephew. Trying to be diplomatic, Roxton said, "Uncle Louis, I appreciate what you did, but I am very much in love with another woman and I am planning to have this marriage annulled". "Do you mean Miss Krux? John, she isn't your type, trust me, Anne is the perfect wife for you" his uncle tried to explain. "John, for your uncle's sake, would you please try?" Anne begged. "I'm going out," Roxton said. He remembered exactly where the house was. After their first meeting in Challenger's study, he had his driver follow her home. It was small townhouse, not the huge estate he imagined. Something in him pleaded with him to find out more, she was certainly the most mysterious woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Nervously, he rang the doorbell. "Can I help you sir?" a maid asked. "I'm looking for a Lady Marg, ah, Marguerite Krux?" Roxton asked quickly correcting himself. "Lord Roxton?" the man asked as he stepped into the doorway. "Yes?" Roxton replied. "Lorenzo Rivera, my wife, Maggie and Marguerite go back a long way" Lorenzo replied, reaching for Roxton's hand. "Well then, it's nice to meet you" Roxton said as he was escorted through the house. "I have to get back to work, you'll find her in the back" Lorenzo explained as he walked away. As Roxton entered the small backyard he couldn't help smile. Even in proper London clothing, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "Lord Roxton?" the redhead with the toddler on her hip asked. "Yes?" he replied. "I'm Maggie Rivera" Maggie introduced herself as she carried the boy into the house. "Jack, where are you?" he heard her voice as dog ran toward him. "Hello, boy, what's your name?" Roxton asked the dog. "What are you doing here?" Marguerite addressed him sharply. "I needed to talk to you," he pleaded. "Go back to your wife, Roxton" she replied. "Marguerite please. I don't love Anne, I never have and I never will. I'm going to get the marriage annulled and I am going to marry you again, properly," he told her, pulling her in close. "I'm tired of this drama, John. We are obviously not meant to be. Go back to your wife. I will be filing papers in the morning to have the marriage annulled" she replied, pushing away from him. "Marguerite, we made a life, a child and I fully intend to be there, for the both of you," he said. "Am I to be your mistress? Is that what you want?" she angrily spat out. "No, Marguerite, please...." He tried to explain. "I've taken care of myself all my life and I'd done just fine. The child will receive all of the love that they'll ever need. Goodbye Lord Roxton" she snapped and ran into the house. She watched the car drive off, telling herself not to cry. Jack noticed his mistress's face and tried to be sympathetic. "You're the only man I can trust" she said out loud. Chapter 2 John refused to go home. It wasn't home without her. He instructed his driver to stop at Whitehold, the gentleman's club that men in his family had belonged to since his great-grandfather's day. "John, come join us, bartender, a glass of whisky for Lord Roxton" Edward, Earl of Dannister eagerly greeted his friend.
Homecoming
Chapter 1 "John, the house is beautiful" Marguerite gleefully commented as the car passed through the front gates. "You, my darling, will make it even more beautiful" he told her as he carried her over the threshold. "John, the baby" she reminded him as he stepped inside. "How could I forget?" he replied as he set her down.
After four years, the explorers had finally discovered a way home. Before they left the plateau, she knew was pregnant. "Marguerite, are you ok?" Challenger noticed the change in the heiress. "I'm just nervous about going home" she told him. "Aren't we all" the scientist replied. The thought that a child was growing inside her, especially one fathered by Roxton was almost a shock.
"Are you ok, love?" Roxton asked as they traveled up river. "I'm fine" she replied quietly, unable to tell him that he was going to be a father. "What's wrong?" he cautiously prompted, knowing her many moods. "You're pregnant" Finn blurted out. Marguerite's dagger like eyes aimed on the blonde. "Sorry" she quickly apologized. "Are you really pregnant?" Roxton asked with a smile on her face. "John, please" she begged as he swung her around. "I love you," he told her as he pulled her in close. "I love you too" she replied.
They followed the river up to the Amazon to Buenos Aires, where a liner took them to New York and from, there they would travel to London. After arriving in New York, they settled into the hotel. "So this is New York" Veronica eagerly commented. "Now this is cool," Finn squealed. "Is anyone hungry?" Challenger asked. "As long it's not raptor" Ned joked. "You go ahead, I'll join you" John told the group.
After dinner, he pulled Marguerite aside. "What is it?" she asked curiously. "Open it" he told her. "John, it's beautiful" she exclaimed. "Well?" he asked her anxiously. "Yes" she replied as they kissed. Their wedding was simple with Challenger giving her away while Finn and Veronica acted as bridesmaids and Ned as best man. "Lord Roxton?" the elderly butler asked. "Good to see you, Milford, this is my wife, Lady Marguerite Roxton" he said as a blonde hurled herself at him. "Your home" she exclaimed and kissed him. "Who is this?" Marguerite snapped. "Anne, what are you doing?" Roxton asked sheepishly. "Kissing my husband," she replied. "Is there something you've been hiding from me?" she barked at him.
"Marguerite, please, I am not nor have I been married to this woman" he desperately tried to explain. "In case you've forgotten, it takes to two to make a child" Marguerite screamed. "Child?" Anne asked. "Yes, our child" Marguerite continued to scream. "Marguerite, please believe me, she is not my wife, you are. Anne and I have known each other our entire lives, I have never felt anything more than friendship towards her," he begged. "I thought I knew you, but obviously I don't," she told as she turned around to walk out. "Anne please" he turned to the other woman. "John, we are married, your uncle married us by proxy after you left" Anne explained. "I'm going to London" she hissed as she got into the car and drove away.
The car stopped in front of Marguerite's London townhouse. The last time she saw this house, she had been sharing with her childhood friend, Margaret Downing. As children at St. Katherine's School For Girls, they were the only children left after the rest of the students left for holiday and summer breaks. Their friendship grew and when Margerite returned to London, they bought the townhouse. The previous owner balked at the thought of the two women living alone without the presence of man, but Marguerite flashed some of her diamonds and the owner, still eyeing the diamonds, handed Marguerite the papers. She rang the bell, drying her tears. "Can I help you?" a man asked. "I'm looking for Margaret Downing" Marguerite replied. "Lorenzo, who's at the door?" Margaret asked as she recognized the other women. "Madge?" she asked excitedly. "Maggie!" Marguerite exclaimed as the two women hugged. "You're pregnant!" Marguerite noticed. "This is number two" Lorenzo explained as two year old Charles whimpered. "Honey, I'm sorry. This is Marguerite Krux, one of my best friends. Madge this is my husband, Lorenzo and my son, Charles" Margaret said as Marguerite's stomach grumbled. Jack, you kept him," she said she bent down to fondle the dog. She named the dog Jack for the father she thought was out there waiting for her. Jack and Maggie were the only friends she had in the world, well beyond her companions on the plateau. "I couldn't get rid of him," Maggie told her. "Would you like some dinner? We have plenty of food," Lorenzo offered. "Thank you, I am a little hungry," she said.
After dinner, Marguerite was preparing for bed when Maggie knocked on her door. "I hope you don't mind that we moved your things in here, it's smaller than your old bedroom and we needed room for Charles" Maggie explained as she sat down. "The room is fine, really, it's nice to be home" Marguerite replied. "Are you ok?" the redhead asked, noticing the look on her friend's face. "I'm fine" she replied, quickly hiding her pain. "Madge, you can tell me? Does it have anything to do with Lord Roxton? Last I heard, the man has quite the reputation," Maggie gently inquired. "I told myself that whatever I did, I would not fall for him and I did. In New York, we got married and when we got to his estate, I met his wife and I am pregnant" Marguerite let the tears flow. "Honey, come here" Maggie said as Marguerite cried. ********************************************************************* She should have been in his arms that night. Instead he was alone in this big, empty house. "Hi, John" Anne said as she walked in. "Anne, what are you doing?" he asked her as she dropped her robe and started to crawl towards him. "Doing what I have waited four years for" she replied. "Please, put your robe on" he begged. "Lord John Roxton, the great white hunter, doesn't like the thrill of the catch?" she teased as she started to kiss him. "Anne please, isn't there some young man who catches your fancy?" He again begged her. "You must really love her," Anne told him as she put her robe on. "Yes I do" he replied. "Good night Lord Roxton" she told him angrily.
"Johnny Boy, I was wondering if you were ever coming home" His uncle, Lord Louis Roxton said excitedly said as he entered the study a few days later. "Uncle Louis, it's nice to see you again," John said stiffly. "My dear, you look lovely as usual," the older Lord Roxton said, kissing Anne's hand. "Uncle, it's nice to see you again" Anne replied. "Well, Johnny Boy, what do you think of her?" Isn't she a treasure?" Louis gleefully asked his nephew. Trying to be diplomatic, Roxton said, "Uncle Louis, I appreciate what you did, but I am very much in love with another woman and I am planning to have this marriage annulled". "Do you mean Miss Krux? John, she isn't your type, trust me, Anne is the perfect wife for you" his uncle tried to explain. "John, for your uncle's sake, would you please try?" Anne begged. "I'm going out," Roxton said. He remembered exactly where the house was. After their first meeting in Challenger's study, he had his driver follow her home. It was small townhouse, not the huge estate he imagined. Something in him pleaded with him to find out more, she was certainly the most mysterious woman he'd ever laid eyes on. Nervously, he rang the doorbell. "Can I help you sir?" a maid asked. "I'm looking for a Lady Marg, ah, Marguerite Krux?" Roxton asked quickly correcting himself. "Lord Roxton?" the man asked as he stepped into the doorway. "Yes?" Roxton replied. "Lorenzo Rivera, my wife, Maggie and Marguerite go back a long way" Lorenzo replied, reaching for Roxton's hand. "Well then, it's nice to meet you" Roxton said as he was escorted through the house. "I have to get back to work, you'll find her in the back" Lorenzo explained as he walked away. As Roxton entered the small backyard he couldn't help smile. Even in proper London clothing, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. "Lord Roxton?" the redhead with the toddler on her hip asked. "Yes?" he replied. "I'm Maggie Rivera" Maggie introduced herself as she carried the boy into the house. "Jack, where are you?" he heard her voice as dog ran toward him. "Hello, boy, what's your name?" Roxton asked the dog. "What are you doing here?" Marguerite addressed him sharply. "I needed to talk to you," he pleaded. "Go back to your wife, Roxton" she replied. "Marguerite please. I don't love Anne, I never have and I never will. I'm going to get the marriage annulled and I am going to marry you again, properly," he told her, pulling her in close. "I'm tired of this drama, John. We are obviously not meant to be. Go back to your wife. I will be filing papers in the morning to have the marriage annulled" she replied, pushing away from him. "Marguerite, we made a life, a child and I fully intend to be there, for the both of you," he said. "Am I to be your mistress? Is that what you want?" she angrily spat out. "No, Marguerite, please...." He tried to explain. "I've taken care of myself all my life and I'd done just fine. The child will receive all of the love that they'll ever need. Goodbye Lord Roxton" she snapped and ran into the house. She watched the car drive off, telling herself not to cry. Jack noticed his mistress's face and tried to be sympathetic. "You're the only man I can trust" she said out loud. Chapter 2 John refused to go home. It wasn't home without her. He instructed his driver to stop at Whitehold, the gentleman's club that men in his family had belonged to since his great-grandfather's day. "John, come join us, bartender, a glass of whisky for Lord Roxton" Edward, Earl of Dannister eagerly greeted his friend.