Giza Port was bustling the next morning when AJ and her group arrived, the sound of merchants calling out their wares making AJ grin. This was familiar to her, she missed the constant noise that wasn't all honking cars or men grumbling about their crops; people really lived here, they had no idea of personal space, only of providing for their families.

"And you grew up with this," her husband grumbles as they make their way through the thick crowds towards the barge.

"Yes, Lawrence," she confirms, grinning wider as he rolls his eyes. He hated his given name, believing it too stuffy and the nickname that accompanied it too goofy, it was why he was often addressed by his surname. "Don't worry, you get used to it after a time." He looks down at her with raised brows, making sure to keep a hand on the small of her back to keep from losing her.

"I'll believe that when I see it."

"I got used to Houston, didn't I?"

"Henderson!" The shout had come from behind them and the couple turn to find one of their companions running their way the best that he could. Tall, skinny, and bespectacled, Burns had to be one of the sweetest people AJ's met thus far. He normally had a smile ready and he was always happy to watch Tucker so that AJ and Lawrence could go out for dinner without the baby crying. "This is crazy, right?"

"Try tellin' that to her," Lawrence remarks, sending his wife an I told you so smirk. She just rolls her eyes with a smile at the two men, leaving them behind to talk while she continued forward. They would all be spending a lot of time together soon, but it would be no different than their current living arrangement anyway. Lawrence's father owned land that was rich in oil, so the two men behind her and Daniels all worked and supervised it, which led to several dinners where Burns and Daniels just collapsed on AJ's nice carpet.

"Good morning, Mrs. Henderson," the Egyptologist greets when she finally breaks through the crowd closer to the barge. She pauses long enough to give the man a polite nod before continuing up the gangway, careful not to let the small heel of her shoe get caught on one of the thin, wooden strips beneath her feet.

If she were being honest, she was glad of the more freeing clothes they allowed in America; all the colors and beading that was encouraged instead of having to wear a hijab in the bright sunlight. She's sure her husband wouldn't mind if she did, especially after his jaw hit the floor of their hotel room this morning when she walked out of the bathroom in a white dress that stopped before her knees with short straps, a white, fringed shawl to wear over her shoulders, and a champagne-colored headband with velvet ties and beads that stood out nicely against her brown locks.

She liked the outfit and styles churning out of New York, liked being able to breathe in the stifling heat, so she'd made it clear that her clothing was one of the few things she'd fight with Lawrence over. He could take their son hunting when Tucker reached a reasonable age, he could trek in mud as long as he made an attempt to clean it up, and she would cook most of the meals, but she would not listen to him rant about her clothes. No way, no how; she'd hit him with a pan before that happened.

Beni Gabor, their so-called guide for this expedition, was waiting near the railing, AJ studiously ignoring him as she moved a few feet away to see out over the crowds gathered at Giza Port. From her vantage point she could see everything, from little boys running around selling King Tut dolls for three pounds to grown adults wearing the outfits said mummy inspired; her uncle had been barely a mile away when Tut was discovered and Lord Carnarvon had called him over to help document the finds. He'd been so happy about it and every letter she received from him for nearly three months afterwards was just a detailed list of everything that had been inside the tomb, along with sketches.

"You alright, hon," Lawrence asks as he and the others join her, his hands fitting snugly against her hips as she leans back against his chest. He was always so warm no matter what the temperature, she would always be able to snuggle against him for the heat.

"I'm fine," she murmurs, turning so that she could rest her head against his broad chest. He is a strong man, tanned from years of working outside, dirty blonde hair that brushed his shirt collar, and the most beautiful pair of gray eyes AJ's ever seen. Tucker had his eyes and strong jawline, though the two year old had inherited AJ's dark hair. "I'm going to our room to take a nap." He lets out a deep laugh, the one all men have put away for occasions when they want to brag.

"Yeah, I'll bet considering we didn't get much sleep last night."

"Are you gonna tell your buddies it was because of our neighbors or should I, Larry?" Burns and Daniels break down into laughter of their own as Henderson's cheeks flush a dark red, AJ slapping his ass as she walks by him. "See you later, Cowboy."

This chapter's outfit was made by the wonderful StoryBookGhoolies and you can find the set in my Treasures in Egypt clothing collection on Polyvore (username is secretly-a-Fangirl)! She goes by thewhoreofcookies on Polyvore and she makes some really great outfits!