He had called off the meeting with the ministers when one of the servants alerted him of the upcoming birth. By the time he had reached just outside of his brother’s chambers, the cries of his brother’s wife soon echoed with that of their newborn.

Ahkmenrah waited with bated breath, eager to know if his brother’s child is a boy--as everyone hoped--or a girl. He didn’t care much for the gender, just as long the child was healthy, that’s all that matter to him.

He silently prayed to Taweret for good health of the child and mother.

In what felt like an eternity, the doors finally opened and out stepped the new father, Kahmunrah, and in his arms rested his newborn child. 

“A son, baby brother, I have a healthy son.”