Here is the third chapter. Please review and enjoy. Tell me your ideas on the story and on how YOU think it should continue.

Chapter 3

Alexander O'Connell looked at the tall Egyptian high priest with flawless bronze skin; the young English man blushed as a drop of sweat rolled down his well-chiselled torso. He tried hiding it by looking away; however, it didn't help as Imhotep smiled seductively. Alex did his best to regain his composure and looked right at the mummy; he did his best not to look too foolish…

This was definitely worrisome! Never had Alexander expected this! He had read the incantation to summon the mummy; but he never said it out loud! To have an incantation work, you have to say it out loud and bring the necessary tools for the incantation. Alex never did any of those things! So, why was the mummy here?

-Hello, child! My! Have you grown since the last time we officially met! How are you doing? Is the baby alright? Asked Imhotep with a worried look as he stepped towards the stunned blond English man.

Alex tried to say something; anything! There had to be an explanation as to why and how Imhotep found himself at the doorstep of the O'Connell's manor. The mummy made a step towards the mother of his child; he tried to place his hand upon the young man's shoulder. Alex jumped out of surprise; he still was lost in his questionings. He had expected the mummy to try and kill him on the spot; instead, Imhotep was kind and caring towards him.

-Wait..? What..? How..? stuttered the blond adventurer, completely stunned that the first thing the mummy spoke about was the baby.

-The cult master explained the spell before casting it. I outright refused to go along, but he did not listen; and we both know what happened. Explained the ancient priest with a downtrodden look; as if he felt guilty for what happened.

-Would… would you like to come in..? proposed the young man, not really wanting the ancient priest roaming around the world causing chaos and mayhem; Ardeth and his men would rip him apart.

The mummy accepted graciously the offer; relieved that the mother of his child did not reject him on the spot. He walked into the house behind Alex and took a look around; the architecture resembled what he had seen the last time he had come into the modern world, but he did recognised Egyptian artwork. It made the house all the more inviting to him; it was a beautiful place to grow up. Their child could be raised in his mother's culture all the while having his father's culture present.

With great caution, Alex led his enemy to the living room, offered him a seat and sat on the other couch facing the mummy. Imhotep sat with grace and ease, as if he was in his own home and he was the one greeting the young man; there was no arrogance or no pretention. Imhotep simply had personal grace that came from inside him and gave him a greater presence; if Alex hadn't known better, he would have thought that Imhotep was the Pharaoh instead of the high priest.

Alex, on the other hand, sat on the edge of the couch with his back straight as a wooden board and stiffed muscles; unlike his guest, he was nervous and unable to stand still. In his defense, it made sense; since in his living room, sitting across him was the man who had haunted his childhood dreams and who was now his "baby-daddy".

-So… How did you come back to the mortal world? Asked Alex, curious and uneasy.

-You recited a spell and the Gods agreed to send me to you. I was granted the gift to be by the child and your side; so long as I do not harm anyone and stay away from trouble. I have no intention to raise an army of the dead or cause world chaos; I only wish to be by my child as he grows up. Said the mummy with a gentle and sincere tone.

This was quite unexpected to say the least; logic would dictate that Imhotep would try once more to take over the world or destroy the O'Connell family. His parents were not going to take this well; they would certainly try to kill the mummy before either of the two newly parents could explain anything. He himself was having a hard time not freaking out and the ancient priest hadn't given him any reason to.

-Would you like something to drink? We have tea? Or, I could get you something to eat? Proposed Alex, trying to fill in the silence and desperate to keep the mummy's mind off the ancients artefacts laying around the place.

-I would be delighted! I enjoy coffee, if you have any! During my last visit to the mortal plane, my underlings had introduced me to the beverage and I grew to enjoy it. Said Imhotep with a large smile before getting up and following the young man to help him with the beverage.

Alex led the ancient priest to the kitchen, never once realising that the ancient priest was looking at his behind with desire and lustful eyes. Of course, Alex never knew this! Imhotep simply couldn't tear his eyes from the firm and round ass before his eyes; such beauty wasn't meant for anyone other than him.

Once in the kitchen, Alex took out the coffee aluminum box and opened the lid; only for the beautiful and bitter smell of coffee made him sick. The young British man felt the bile rise from his throat; his morning sickness had started a few days ago and now strong smells made him sick. Alex pushed the can of coffee out of his way, ran to the trash can and emptied his already empty stomach. The vomit burned his throat, his eyes watered up, his legs felt like cotton and his head felt like lead.

-Do you need me to fetch you something? Asked Imhotep in perfect English as he rubbed his future bride's back.

The feeling of having a strong and powerful hand on his back; it send shivers up his spine and his skin covered itself in goose bumps. It felt good and reassuring to have a man touching him; it felt nothing like any of his family's touch or any of his friends. It took a while for Alex to register that the mummy was speaking in perfect English with a deep, rich and smooth tone to it; Imhotep rolled his r's and made Alex shudder in delight. It was so beautiful and…

-You… you speak English? Since when..? asked Alex, completely surprised; before puking once more.

-Why, of course! I did more than simply stayed in my own little world the last time I came to the mortal world; I learned the language and practice every time I could. How else was I supposed to rule a world if I could not properly communicate with its people? Besides, your language is quite beautiful and it gives me a gorgeous accent that obviously makes you shiver! Smoothly said the mummy as he started to massage his host's shoulders.

Alex moaned as the tension slowly left him; this felt as good as Imhotep's voice. It helped with his nausea and his head ache. Soon, the vomiting sensation left him and Alex was able to stand back up; Imhotep made a cross on the coffee and led his baby-mama to his room with Alex to give him the road to follow. Once in the room, Imhotep gently placed the young man onto his bed and sat next to him.

Imhotep walked to the bathroom and poured a glass of water; he handed the glass of water and made sure that Alex took slow sips as to not upset any further his stomach. As Alex took the glass, Imhotep's and his fingers gently touched together and a shock of pleasure ran through their fingers, their arms and all the way to their spine; making Alex blush and making Imhotep smile devilishly.

"There is absolutely no way that he is not attracted to me! This is going to be easier than I had previously thought!" told Imhotep to himself with a smirk.

A sweet moment of silence fell upon them, in no way awkward or uncomfortable; a type of silence where you simply take in all the beauty before and reflect on how lucky you are to witness such a marvellous piece of art. The silence gave to impression to the two men to be all alone in the world; just the two of them to appreciate the other's company; and then…

Rick and Evelyn came barging into their son's room with guns and swords; ready to cut the mummy in pieces!

-Ah, damn it. Sighed Alex as he knew what was going to happen next.

-Alex, said sternly the mother, watch your language! We raised you better than this and get away from HIM! He could hurt you!

-Mom, wait! It's not what… He doesn't want to hurt me! If he did; he would have done it when I got morning sickness in the kitchen earlier! He helped me get here and feel better! He's not dangerous… for now! Tried to reason Alex; knowing it was futile against his stubborn father, but he had to try.

-Honey, you are delirious! This is Imhotep! He tried to raise the dead; take over the world; raise Anubis's army; tried to kill your dad and me… and YOU! He's the one who got you in this position! He probably took a lot of pleasure in raping you while…

-I FORBIDE YOU TO CLAIM SUCH ATROCITIES! Roared the mummy, furious to be insulted in such a way by a woman who clearly knew nothing of what she spoke of. I never willingly raised a finger upon Alexander! I adamantly refused to partake in the cult master's plan! My mind and body were taken over while the cult master was promising me to send me back to the Hell! I never wanted any of this! How dare you accuse me of sins you know nothing about? I take responsibility for every sin and transgressions I have committed in my life; but I have never taken any pleasure in the horror that has befallen your son! Even if I was not in control of my body and mind during the crime; I still feel the shame and resentment towards myself for what happened! You have no rights to assume anything of me!

This had stunned both O'Connell males; neither one knew which one was more scary: the mummy who had powers and who had not a good track record upon dealing well with insults, or the woman who; if looks could curse, would curse the mummy to a fate far sinister than the Hom Dai.

-Oh, you feel bad for what happened? That's so adorable! Spat the mother sarcastically as she did not believe a single word coming from the ancient priest. What good is your guilt and shame; if my son is still pregnant with your unholy bastard?

-Enough Evelyn! Cried Rick, white with fury. I understand you are angry at what happened to Alex. I know you feel partly responsible and you never got the chance to get back at the one who did this to our son… But, in no way is this acceptable! This is OUR grand-child you are speaking of! Of Alex's baby! Did it ever cross your mind that maybe Alex wants this child and you calling it an "unholy bastard" might cause him to hate us! Something you spent countless night worrying about! I… I… I can't believe what I'm hearing from you!

-Rick, you can't be okay with this! Cried the American's wife, stunned by her husband apparent treason.

-What? That our son is going to give birth to a child? I'm confused and uncomfortable with the idea. That the baby's father is Imhotep and that he's in our son bedroom? I hate the guy and I hate the fact he got our son knocked up and I wish I could shoot his head off. That Alex wants to keep the baby and raise it with love and compassion? I've never been happier in my life. Evelyn, our son is going to have a child! He's going to feel the same happiness and joy and worries and frustration as we did when he was born! If it makes my son happy to have this child; then so am I! And as much as I despise the… the… thing… I am willing to give him the benefit of the doubt! I want to know what he's doing here and what he wants with our son! And I'm going to listen and try not to shoot him in the meanwhile; whether you like it or not!

The archaeologist opened and closed her mouth, but no sound came out; as she looked at her husband, her eyes burned with anger and, after throwing one last dirty look at the mummy, turned her heels and left for the solarium where nobody was going to disturb her.

-Thank you. I…

-Start talking or I will bring my wife back and she will rip off that precious package of your between your legs. Commanded the man as he sat down into a comforter without ever lowering his gun from Imhotep's head.

An hour later…

-So let me get this straight… The gods gave you a chance to redeem yourself by being by Alex and your baby's side and making sure to be a good father and… partner? You can't use your magic for your own personal gain; you can't leave Alex's side until the baby is born; you have to make sure that no harm comes to the baby or Alex or any members of his family and if Alex no longer wants you by his side, you'll be sent back to Hell. Resumed Rick as he rubbed his eyes in concentration and exasperation.

-Yes, that is correct! Answered Imhotep as he sat next to Alex and gently pressed the young man's hand into his own.

Rick sighed in exasperation; this was not going to please Evelyn. Jonathan was going to have a heart attack and Ardeth was going to blame this on him. Oh! Why couldn't things be simple? The father looked at his son and the mummy before him; seeing how the mummy was making sure that Alex was properly seated and had a pillow in his back in order to give him the most of comfort possible, the adventurer was even less sure about sending the mummy back to the realm of the dead. Alex seemed calmer and more at ease with the whole situation; now that he had someone else with him that had no judgement or biased view of the whole situation (like Evelyn, Ardeth or even him).

Yet, simply because the mummy said he no longer could or wanted to cause harm and chaos; it did not mean it was true. He could very well be lying! However, there had to be a spell to contain the mummy's power and keep him from causing mayhem. Just until they could be sure the mummy was telling the truth and had proven himself; then they would readjust.

-I'll have to speak with my wife about it, but we will have to put you on probation here in the mansion. I doubt she will like it, but until we can have absolutely no doubt on your story; you will be staying here under our supervision and that of a trusted medjai of our choosing. You can't leave this house without telling one of us and without being accompanied. You have to obey every one of our rules or we will kick you out of this house! You will sleep in a room apart of Alex and you may not visit him during the night! Do you understand me?

-I understand perfectly and agree to all of your terms. You have my word; I will be worthy of your son. Said Imhotep as he shook hands with his father-in-law.