A/N: This is a part two of the last. Sorry it's kinda short though.
One Night: Baby
"Larry?"
Ahkmenrah looked up a bit groggily as the man lying beside him began to move about in the bed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you it's just." Larry sucked in a sharp breath his hand going to his abdomen instantly and letting out a shaky breath a few moments later.
"IS it the baby?" Ahkmenrah sat up more reaching for his robe. "It's still early isn't it?" He asked worried.
"Try telling that to your child," Larry winced more as he sat up doing his best to keep his noises at bay not wanting to wake the entire palace.
Ahkmenrah got up and went around to his side and helped him sit up and rest against the pillows getting him some water to drink.
"I'll go send one of the guards to get the healer," the pharaoh kissed his temple and went to the doors speaking quickly and shooing the guards off before lighting some candles and making his way back to his lover's side and taking his hand.
He ran a soothing hand through his hair and kissed his forehead.
"Just breathe love, just like practice," he instructed carefully.
"Don…Don't leave…" Larry tried to keep his breathing even gripping the pharaoh's hand in one and clenching the bed sheets with the other.
"I'm not going anywhere, I promise." He smiled and kissed him trying to distract him from the pain.
"What should we name him?"
"I'm not sure…I'm too tired and sore to think…"
Ahkmenrah looked over at Larry lying in the bed with the sheets bunched around his waist freshly washed looking worn out.
"We have to name him something," he walked over and carefully sat on the bed holding their child.
Larry sat up and leaned his head on Ahkmenrah's shoulder reaching out and carefully stroking the babies' cheek.
"What about Nicholas then?"
"Nicholas he shall be," the pharaoh nodded and put his arm around Larry.