Chapter 4

Bakura woke to the feeling of something on his nose. He scrunched his nose to get it off but to no avail. He opened his eyes to see a little purple-haired baby staring back. Hasani's fingers were wrapped around his father's nose.

"I see you are awake." Bakura blew in his face.

Hasani giggled. Sanura reached up and eased his little fist off her husband's nose.

"Sleep well?" Bakura asked.

She shook her head.

Last night, Bakura had propped himself up against the headboard with Hasani sleeping on his shoulder. While Sanura laid down next to him.

"Me either." Bakura looked at Hasani, who was currently engrossed in blowing spit bubbles.

"And I bet you had a good nights sleep." He poked Hasani's nose and a fairly large bubble popped.

Bakura blinked and Sanura snickered.

"Let's get breakfast. I bet he's hungry." Bakura stated, getting up.

Sanura rolled out of the bed and followed him to the kitchen.

It was early in the afternoon when Bakura walked back into the kitchen. Sanura was cleaning up the mess from lunch.

"Well, Hasani's down for a nap and I'm a little tired myself." Bakura approached her.

Sanura turned around, a plate in her hands, and she smiled.

"I don't think I got to say good morning yet, did I?" Bakura asked, taking the plate from her and putting it down. He wrapped his arms around Sanura's waist.

She shook her head and he leaned down to kiss her. Their little moment was interrupted by a knock at the door. Tefnut barked and Bakura growled in annoyance. He walked over to the door. Another knock and the dog barked again.

"Tefnut. Come here." Sanura said quietly, kneeling down to Tefnut's level, to calm him.

"I'm coming, damn it!" Bakura muttered, remembering that his son was sleeping.

He opened the door and his eyes widened slightly.

"Bakura, the Pharaoh wishes you and your wife to be present in his courtroom by nightfall. Will you accept?" A guard stood in the doorway.

"No."

"Yes!" Sanura appeared in the crack between Bakura and the door.

Bakura gritted his teeth. "Give us a moment." He said before closing the door gently.

"What do you mean 'yes'?" Bakura grabbed her shoulders.

"Bakura, I…I'm sorry but I think we should except." Sanura pleaded, bowing her head.

"Tell me exactly what is going through your mind right now." Bakura said in a softer tone.

"Well, with all those guards, high walls, and all the priests, maybe…Hasani will be safer…" Her sentence trailed off.

Bakura sighed. "You're right."

He paused for a moment.

"I don't like it but you're right." He tilted her head up with his finger and tenderly kissed her.

"I trust your judgment."

Sanura blushed and smiled. Bakura frowned slightly when he realized that the guards were still outside and he had to let her go.

"I'll go get Hasani." She giggled.

Bakura opened the door. "Fine. We accept the Pharaoh's damn offer. We are allowed to bring our child, right?"

"Um…I'm not sure-"

"Well, too bad. We are."

"Do you have a horse, sir?" The guard asked.

"Of course, I do." Bakura said stepping past the guards and walking down the steps, into the abandoned city. He whistled then waited a moment.

The guards were a little confused. What was he doing? Just then, a big, black horse sped around the corner of the house. He slowed down and trotted up to his master. Bakura patted his neck.

"You ready for a ride, Anat?" He asked.

The horse threw his head up in response.

"Atta boy!" Bakura smirked. "Well, what are you waiting for?" He looked at the guards.

They started to mount their individual horses. But Bakura waited. Sanura appeared in the doorway, holding a little bundle with Tefnut following close behind. Bakura could tell she was nervous; she hated guards. Well, ever since the palace trial. He helped her up onto Anat. The horse tried to nudge her legs as a way of saying hello. Bakura jumped on behind her.

The leader made a motion with his hand and they started towards the city at a trot.

"Hey! Slow down! I have precious cargo here!" Bakura shouted at the leader.

The man rolled his eyes and slowed his horse to a walk. Sanura smiled back at Bakura and he kissed her cheek.

"Knowing the Pharaoh, this will be something important. I don't think we'll ever get a moments rest." He whispered, resting his chin on Sanura's shoulder.

Bakura looked down at the baby in his wife's arms. Hasani was still sleeping. He looked so cute. He had his father's hair and his mother's eyes. He also has his father's ability to get attention whenever he wanted it and his mother's ability to look cute in whatever he was doing. Well, almost. In Bakura's eyes, Sanura looked sexy in whatever she did. But what did the Pharaoh want with them? He hadn't done anything…well, not to him. And there weren't any rumors of war…only Bakura would know. The only good thing that will come out of this is that Hasani will be safer. Sanura was right, even though she won't admit it (She was never used to being right.). As much as he didn't want to see the Pharaoh ever again, it was for the best.

"We're almost there." Sanura whispered to Hasani, who was glancing around curiously.

Bakura looked around. He hated it here. They were finally at the palace and Hasani was just as curious as Bakura was. Bakura never really got to look around before, he either was fighting or on his way out…from thieving. They were standing before the Pharaoh's throne, the priests lined up on either side of them. Sanura was as nervous as ever, so Bakura brushed his hand against hers to let her know it was all right. She had Hasani leaning against her shoulder but he wouldn't stop squirming.

"It's wonderful to see you again, Sanura. You look beautiful." The Pharaoh smiled.

And he was right. She wore a long simple dress that came down to her ankles. She wore a bright red shawl over her bare shoulders and she had her hair tied low with a red ribbon.

"Watch it, Pharaoh. She's mine." Bakura smirked, pulling her a little closer to prove his point.

"You don't have to worry about anything, Bakura. I have a wife of my own." He said, gesturing towards the woman walking up the aisle of priests.

"So, what exactly do you want from us?" Bakura asked.

"Well, we need your help with a decision. We need an heir to the throne but we want to make sure that we're not rushing into anything." Atemu explained, wrapping his arm around his wife's shoulder.

"Of course, we'll help!" Sanura cheered up. This was something she excelled at: being a parent.

"But we have a favor to ask of you." Bakura was dead serious.

"And what might that be?" The Pharaoh's wife, Ria, asked.

"There is someone trying to kill our son and we think that he would be safer here." Bakura hugged Sanura's waist to let her stay calm.

"Could we please…stay here until it all dies down? It would mean everything to us…" Sanura bowed her head.

"Of course." Ria smiled.

Author's Note: I now have pics of Sanura's outfit, Taweret, and Bakura himself. Check it out at: http://soboredlovebakura.devianart dot com. FYI: you dont spell out dot, just put .com