A/N: Another Vignette chapter. Sorry, again, it took me so long to update this.

Warnings: Slightly Season 5 spoilers

Song: With Arms Wide Open- Creed

Character: Priest Akunadin

Akunadin paced in the corridor that he was currently stuck in. He stopped, glanced at the covered doorway anxiously, and resumed pacing.

These had been the most difficult nine months of his life. His wife's pregnancy was most definitely not an easy one. Very many times did she fall ill because of it, worse than by any normal standards. He had suggested to her that she might go to the healers and rid her of the unborn infant residing within her- so she might not endure it. She refused vehemently however.

So, he was faced with this prospect of being a father. A very daunting and frightening prospect. He was a prince of Egypt. He didn't know anything about being a father!

Akunadin sighed and stopped pacing once again, momentarily. What was going on in there? His wife and her nurses had been in there for an excruciating amount of time. Did something bad happen? Was there something wrong with the delivery? Was she unable to fully complete the task of child birth? Her strength had been failing her recently…

He shook his head furiously. He shouldn't think such negative thoughts; it would emit bad karma.

And, to relieve his stress, Akunadin began pacing, slightly faster than before. Mercifully, a handmaid came out of the room soon and immediately he froze- taking in her weary face. It told him nothing. Was it successful? Were there complications? What?!

And then, a smile broke across her face and a wave of relief washed over him as he silently followed her inside the bedroom. She was there, his wife, lying on the bed. A figure of total exhaustion. However, she too had a smile etched on her brown face. And, in her arms, there was a wriggling bundle.

"Come meet your son," she said. Tentatively, he stepped over to her and placed one hand on her head, peering at the red face she was holding. The baby opened its eyes and peered at his father with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. Akunadin gasped, not quite believing something so small and squashed-looking could seem so beautiful. He reached and picked the boy up, wrapping his arms protectively around the infant.

"He needs a name," the mother whispered to him. And so, Akunadin named him.

"Seto," he said quietly to his wide-eyed son that was staring at him. "Seto, my boy, you shall be the future pharaoh of Egypt."

I'm getting better at making these short, like they're suppose to be.

Review, please.

-Nuit Songeur