By the time they returned, Marcus had brought Khaat back indoors to keep her from getting a sunburn. She was looking through a book of baby names.
The kids had been given lunch and been put down for afternoon naps, finding the time change a bit much to cope with. While they slept, Brian and Angus had gone jogging down the beach and back and were showered again. Kate had caught up the laundry so that all the clothes were fresh and clean and so were all the sheets and towels.
Angus had cast a 'spring cleaning' spell so that the house was getting a thorough cleaning and airing out. He was starting to work on some preparation work for the evening meal and had fresh Hawaiian sweet bread in the oven, along with fresh cookies made with some of the beautiful fresh fruit that was growing around the estate, instead of using sugar. It made the house smell incredible.
Michael had sent out for fresh flowers to be put everywhere in the complex of beach houses. There were four similar beach houses, all connected by open air breezeways, to give everyone plenty of space and their own rooms if they wanted it. Michael had flowers delivered for all of the houses and the breezeways. Kate had arranged them and was placing them artistically throughout the rooms and breezeways.
Edward was starting to get a bit curious as to what was taking Brant so long in brewing the potion that Robert had wanted. Edward was starting to wonder if Brant had had to brew it twice.
Marcus was playing a game of chess against Hiss, Michael's climbing rope and was finding the rope not a lot of competition, but still, it was someone to play a game against while he kept one eye open for anything unusual.
Robert was reading the Prophet. He'd had the house elves continue to send it. He grew frustrated by an article he read. He took it over and dropped the newspaper into Marcus's lap. Marcus frowned, and he picked up the paper, looking at the article that Robert had left it open to.
Irritated, Marcus rolled his eyes after he read it. Gossip frustrated him anyway, but this was additional annoyance. The gossip column was enough to make him particularly frustrated. He took the paper and laid it down beside Brian and then went outside, believing Brian would want to have a word. Brian frowned as deeply as Marcus had and read it.
Brian laid the newspaper aside and went outside to find Marcus.
"Pansy Parkinson-Nott always has been a gossip," Brian sighed. "Now she just gets paid to do it."
"Yes, well, it isn't every day that the Prophet accuses Khaat of having an 'affair' with her bodyguard," Marcus sighed. "It doesn't help her that Nott is accusing Khaat of sleeping with me."
"Do I have something to worry about?" Brian asked, knowing full well already he did not.
"No, Sir," Marcus said, needing to clear the air. "I've done my job. However, Sir, with all due respect, your wife has no shortage of potential suitors in the event that something unfortunate would happen to you."
"Oh, how well I know," Brian sighed.
"Most of those men are not savory and should not be around her whatsoever, much less be a potential suitor."
"And I know that too. She would be very vulnerable if that were to happen, and I can't protect her from that."
"But I can," Marcus said. "Look, I've been with her every waking moment for almost the last year. You've all been in the same house, but no one has been as close to her as I have. She trusts me, and with good reason. And I am quite fond of her. I consider her a friend, as I consider all of you. If something were to happen to you, I will continue to protect her."
"Including all that disreputable lot that wants to follow her around?"
"Yes, Sir," Marcus said. "In whatever way is necessary. I will not leave her alone and vulnerable. I give you my word. She is yours, though, completely. I have no desires for her, except to see her happy and well taken care of."
"I know that," Brian said. "I just wanted to give you the chance to say it to get it off your mind. But, for the record, I'm not planning on going anywhere."
"Good," Marcus grinned. "I've got four kids of my own. I do not need eight more, Sir. Permission to set the newspaper on fire, Sir?"
"If someone else doesn't get to it before you do," Brian laughed. "We have a few folks in our bunch who are hot headed."
"Are we talking about Jack and Steven?"
"You are getting to know us, aren't you?" Brian laughed.