Milo rowed up to the small dock at the base of the keep, and tied his boat firmly to post.

It was nearly two in the morning, but his crew were all celebrating a successful trip, and Milo for want of peace and quiet left the ship early.

He unlocked the large wooden door and tiptoed up the stairs heading right for the top. He hadn't been home in nearly two months and wasn't due back for another week. A Drummin scurried up the wall, from their den in the kitchen by the fire, and threateningly waved a blade at Milo before recognizing him and nodding before returning to his bed.

Milo sighed, he'd asked them to keep an eye on things and make sure no one hurt Marcia, but he hadn't known how serious they took the job.

Milo made it to the third floor where the bedroom was. Marcia lay stretched out, hair awry, sleeping peacefully under her multicolored cloak with a book on the floor upon which rested her hand

Milo smiled she'd fallen asleep reading yet again. He silently walked over to the bed and saw she was wearing one of his tunics and a pair of sailors breeches as she had when she sailed with him when they were first engaged. A small section of skin was exposed just above her hip that pants did not cover and Milo smiled wickedly before ghosting his fingers over the very ticklish spot.

Marcia's eyes shot open and she sat up in a flash. She saw her husband and practically melted back into the bed. "Goodness you scared me, how did you get home so early?"

"Good weather and a few well made deals," Milo said sitting down next to her

Marcia hummed in acknowledgment, her eyes slowly drooping closed.

Milo kissed her gently, "How have you been love?"

"Fine, I have been enjoying Septimus' dawning understanding of how hard running the tower is," Marcia yawned and smiled sleepily.

Milo chuckled and laid down pulling Marcia gently to lay down beside him. She curled up next to him and smiled as he began playing with her hair.

"In the morning I'll tell you about Brady nearly getting his food stollen by a particularly angry flock of sea gulls," Milo murmured as he straightened a curl out, let go, and watched as it sprang back into shape.

"Mmmmm, in the morning," Marcia agreed.

Milo wrapped his arms around her tightly pressing his lips to the top of her head.

"I love you Marce," he whispered

"I love you too Milo," came the quiet reply

Milo sighed contentedly as he fell asleep holding his wife in the fire light.

A/N: finally taking a minute to finish y'all enjoy I have possibly one more chapter roughly thought through, but if there is anything specific you want to see then I need a comment por favor. Review if you would be so kind and have happy thanks giving.