Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Papa's going to buy you a mocking bird.

And if that mocking bird don't sing,
Papa's going to buy you a diamond ring.

And if that diamond ring is brass,
Papa's going to buy you a looking glass.

He walked back and forth across room, cuddling his son in his arms and gently rocking him as he sings in a soothing tone.

And if that looking glass gets broke,
Papa's going to buy you a billy goat.

wa'iidha aistamrarat fi ailtiqatih fi kl marat yabki, fasawf tufsiduh (And if you keep picking him up every time he cries, you're going to spoil him)

He glanced at the doorway of the nursery and groaned. "Hush Rameses Zayn, it took me two hours to get him to sleep, you're going to wake him up again" He whispered.

yjb ealayk tarak alkhadimat yaetanin bih fi allayl (You should let the maids take care of him at nights)

The Pharaoh grumbled in a low tone as he walked towards them.

The baby whimpered in his sleep and Harry cooed softly "Shhh don't mind your daddy, he's just grumpy because your cries stopped him when he was about to do the naughty"

hadhih hi almarat aleashirat alty yuqatieuna fiha, limadha la tade alkhadimat yaetanin bih fi allyl?(This is the tenth time he has interrupted us, why don't you let the maids take care of him at night?)

The Pharaoh groaned and kissed Harry's forehead then leaned down and kissed their son on the cheek.

"I want to fully experience parenthood besides he sleeps faster when he hears my voice"

The Pharaoh hums and kissed Harry's forehead again then his smile widened, filling his whole face when he gaze down at their sleeping son in Harry's arms. He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist from behind and placed his head on Harry's shoulder.

hu wasim. (He's beautiful) He whispered as he stare at their son.

Harry nods his head in agreement with a smile on his face "Can you hold him for a minute? I have to change the sheets in his cot" He murmured.

The Pharaoh nodded then Harry turned around and carefully placed the baby in his arms. "Be careful with his neck" He whispered.

Rameses Zayn nodded again, handling the baby with care, then Harry strode to where the baby cot is and began changing the sheets. He heard giggles behind him and when he spun around, he saw Istnofret Gigi holding his son with Rameses Zayn's arms around her waist.

A deep scowl etched on his face then a wave of rage hit him. He ran towards them, outraged at the scene in front of him and just when he was within reach to take his son away from her, his body hits a glass like wall that separated them with a thud. He hits the wall with both of his hands yelling and crying out Rameses Zayn's name but all his shouting was to no avail as the Pharaoh seems not to hear him.

Then Istnofret Gigi flicked her gaze towards Harry and smirk.

A loud cry tore from Harry's lips as his whole body jerk awake. His eyes flew open and sat up on the bed with his heart pounding hard in his chest then arms spun around his body, hugging him tightly.

"Shhh it's okay, it's going to be alright" Des murmured, rocking his body back and forth as he cried.

Des pressed the emergency button behind Harry on the wall as he continues comforting his son and waiting for the arrival of the doctor. Harry clutched onto his father's shirt tightly, burying his face into his father's chest as his whole body shook violently from loud sobs.

This is not the first time Harry had woken up screaming and crying in his sleep. In fact, this is the third day in a row it has happened. Ever since he woke four days ago, it has been a complete restless and sleepless nights for both himself, his father, and the doctor.

Even the sleeping sedatives the doctor had prescribed for the past three days seems not to be working, as Harry keeps waking up screaming and crying out Rameses Zayn's name after sleeping for few minutes.

Harry has refused to tell anyone who Rameses Zayn is or anything concerning his disappearance and his nightmares. Even the Psychologist has tried to get Harry to open up but instead he will start crying and the psychologist will stop asking the questions to avoid upsetting him any further.

He refuses to eat anything and it's greatly affecting his health.

No one knows what was causing Harry's distress but one thing was clear that someone named Rameses Zayn could be the cause of it, as to where he is or who he is, Des didn't have a clue.

Niall has also declined to say anything concerning Harry, when Des called to ask him questions. This made Des more frustrated, scared and angry as he can't fathom what was really going on with his son. He glanced at the clock on the wall which reads fifteen minutes after twelve am, which means Harry slept for only twenty minutes. He sighed softly knowing Harry wouldn't be sleeping again for the rest of the night and throughout the day until another sedative is administer on him.

The doctor stormed into the room with a female nurse and realizes Harry was having a panic attack, then quickly he instructed Des keep rocking Harry's body gently.

"Harry listen to me, I need you to relax and breath, okay?" The Doctor murmured, calmly.

"Take a long deep breath, through your nose and exhale slowly"

Harry took a shaky breath and did as he was told.

"Now, listen to your father's rhythmic breathing and breath along with it"

"Yes that it, good. Keep breathing"

"Just keep breathing and everything will be fine"

The doctor kept repeating for Harry to breath in a soothing tone until Harry's breathing became normal and his cries stopped.

After few minutes, the doctor gestured to Des that he wants to talk to him outside. Des nodded and when he tried to untangled his arms from Harry's body. Harry refused to let go and began whimpering.

"I'm just going to talk to the doctor outside for few minutes, I will be back okay?" Des whispered calmly to him.

Harry sniffles and nodded his head, then the doctor instructed the nurse to give Harry a warm bath since he is covered with tears and sweat.

As soon as the doctor and Des stepped outside the room, a strong feeling of helplessness flowed through Des body then he leaned against the wall and lower himself to the floor, covering his face with his hands as tears rolls down his cheeks.

The doctor took a deep breath and exhaled loudly watching Des breaking down for the first time ever since his wife died. The doctor lower himself next to him, waiting for Des to calm down.

Since Harry is in a private room, the hallway was quite and empty, expect two security men walking around.

"Someone hurt him, somebody hurt my son" Des uttered lowly as he cried.

"You have to stay strong" The doctor whispered, looking at him with concern.

"How can I stay strong when my source of strength has broken down, it's hurts to see my son like this and as his father I can't do anything to help him"

"Harry has never had a panic attack before then all of a sudden he's experiencing them"

The doctor rubbed Des shoulder and sighed softly "I think we should tell him he's pregnant, maybe it will change something"

Des removed his palms from his face and wiped his tears and emitted a long breath. "Are you sure?" He furrow his brow.

"Positive, besides we can't keep giving him the sedatives and he has the right to know he's pregnant" The doctor stated.

"Alright, so when?"

"In the morning, we can't hold on any longer. The earlier the better"

Des nodded and after few minutes the doctor patted his shoulder, standing up on his feet.

"And one more thing, talk to Harry about happy moments you've shared together, a trip or anything to get his mind off his thoughts"

Des nodded again and the doctor gave him a hand, he took it and rose up on his feet. They entered the room, and waited for the nurse and Harry to come out of the bathroom. After five minutes the nurse appeared with Harry from the bathroom wearing a new light blue hospital gown. Des walked to them and lifted Harry up since his body is weak from lack of eating. Harry began shivering as Des laid him down on the bed.

The doctor adjusted the room temperature and inserted the drip back in Harry's hand then covered him with a blanket. Des removed his shoes and laid beside Harry.

"I will be leaving for now, remember to press the emergency button if you need anything" The doctor muttered.

Des nodded as Harry snuggled close to him. The doctor walked out with the nurse following him then Des began telling Harry about the trip he took to China few days ago as he waits for they morning sunrise.

The rays of the early morning sunlight streamed through the windows in Harry's room, working their way across the bed where Des and Harry laid. Des has been talking about all the memories from Harry's childhood to his adolescent all night long, trying to distract Harry from his thoughts.

"Remember when we went to Disneyland and you were running around, holding a cotton candy and you wanted to take a ride on the ferris wheel and I said no?"

Harry nodded absentmindedly, as his father spoke. His eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

Des chuckled softly remembering that day "You were pouting the whole time, making that adorable angry face of yours"

Harry didn't respond and Des sighed looking at him. "Do you want to eat something?" He whispered and Harry shook his head slowly.

"What about chicken soup? Your favorite"

Harry shook his head again.

"At least eat some fruits, what about banana or apples, anything. Please"

Harry curled his body away from his father and Des sighed loudly. "You have been starving yourself for the past four days, Please talk to me"

"Who hurt you? What did they do to you?"

"He didn't hurt me, I hurt him" Harry's voice was barely a whisper but Des heard him.

"Is this person Rameses Zayn, the one you have been dreaming about?" Des asked cautiously, not wanting to upset him.

Harry nodded his head, his puffy and swollen eyes were full of pain and sorrow. "I hurt him. I deserve this pain"

"No, you don't deserve this. No matter how you hurt this person, I don't think he'll want you to hurt yourself"

A tear streak from Harry's eye staining his cheek, he sighed not wanting to continue discussing the subject then the door opened revealing doctor and two female nurses following him with a large machine on wheels, which had a screen attached to it.

"How is my favorite curly boy?" The doctor asked, as he stood beside Harry's bed.

"Good" Harry whispered.

"He's not good, he's refusing to eat" Des muttered to the doctor as he rose up from the bed then helped Harry to sit up. The doctor nodded and checked on the drip which was almost finished. He instructed one of the nurses to get another drip and while she went out to get it, the doctor checked on Harry's vitals and the other nurse started to plug in the cables of the machine where they're supposed to go. The first nurse came back with the drip which was replaced with the old one.

"You're getting weaker everyday" The doctor murmured as the two nurses switched on the machine and a small beeping sound echoed in the room. Harry stared at the machine, wondering what it's used for.

"Harry, are listening to me?"

Harry shifted his gaze to the doctor, staring at him in daze. "You are getting weaker everyday because you're refusing to eat" The doctor repeated.

Harry looked down at his fingers, fiddling them. The doctor sighed and asked the nurses if the machine was ready and they nodded their heads responding, yes.

The doctor glanced at Des who gave him a nervous nod to continue with what they had discussed, then the doctor averted his eyes to Harry again.

"Harry I want to talk to you about something very important"

Harry quickly shook his head rapidly, thinking he was going to be asked questions about his dreams or his disappearance.

"No, it's not what you're thinking" The doctor assured him.

"We will never force you to say or do anything you don't want to alright, I have to tell you what we discovered when we conducted tests on you four days ago"

Harry heart palpitated as he patiently waits for the doctor to continue talking. The doctor emitted a deep breath "During the tests we discovered you're three months pregnant"

Harry's heart stopped beating for a second as he stared at the doctor stunned by his revelation. The doctor and Des waited for any reaction from Harry but for two minutes straight Harry stare at them with his mouth slightly opened.

"Am I dreaming again?" Harry whispered in a small tone.

"No, you are not dreaming" The doctor stated.

"But-but my baby died, How-how did you know I was pregnant?"

"The baby didn't die, you're still pregnant" The doctor guaranteed.

"No, they told me my baby died, they told me my baby died" Disbelief and sorrow crossed Harry's face as he kept repeating the words.

Des wanted to know who Harry was referring to as they but the doctor asked the question before he could open his mouth.

"Who are they?" The doctor asked, testing the waters to see if he can get some information from Harry.

"The healers" Harry answered and both the doctor and Des frowned in confusion.

"Well that's why I brought the ultrasound machine so you can see and hear the baby's heartbeat yourself"

Harry's hands began shaking, his watery eyes closed and a single tear flowed down his cheek "It's not possible" He whispered in a shaky voice.

"Then why don't we find out if I'm lying or not"

Harry's mind was in a total mess, he didn't know what to think or how to feel about the sudden news that his baby could be alive. Rameses Zayn had the best healers, they could never have told him he lost the baby while he's still pregnant. The doctor probably had the tests wrong. He thought as he released a shaky breath and nodded as tears rolls down his cheek.

In his mind, his baby is died but he's just agreeing to do the scan to get the doctor off his back.

"Lie down"

Harry did as he was told then the doctor raised Harry's hospital gown up to his chest revealing his slight swollen belly while making sure to cover his private parts with the blanket since he is naked underneath.

Harry's furrow his brows staring at his stomach in confusion. Ever since he returned, he hasn't paid attention to anything happening around him, especially his body. He hasn't eaten for four days so why the hell is his tummy bloating?

Before the doctor spreads the gel on Harry's belly, he warned him of the the coldness then rubbed a handheld device over Harry's belly.

Within a minute two strong heartbeats echoed in the room and goosebumps spread across Harry's skin as he stares at the black and white screen.

"Wow, their heartbeats are very strong" The doctor murmured in amazement as he positions the handheld device get a good view of the babies.

"Their?" Harry whispered with a shaky voice.

"Yes, you're having twins, if you look at the screen carefully you can see their arms" The doctor pointed to each of the baby arm as everyone in the room had their eyes glued to the screen.

Harry's breath hitched and his body became numb when he saw the tiny arms of the babies.

"And this are their hands, fingers and feet"

Harry felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his breathing became labored as his body began trembling. A loud sob escapes his lips and before they realize what was happening Harry was having another panic attack. "Harry!" Des shouted as he held his son's trembling body in his arms.

At this point, Harry's hearing began fading out and started feeling dizzy, then his vision completely fades to black.

After few hours, Harry flickered his eyes slowly opened feeling weak and sick. He swallowed the saliva in his mouth to lubricate his dry throat and
let his eyes roam across the ceiling in an effort to calm his own emotions.

He heard a faint snoring coming from his left side and slowly turned his head then he saw his father sleeping in the chair beside him. His eyes slowly roamed across the room then the ultrasound machine at the far end of the room caught his attention.

Images of what had happened in the morning began playing in his mind. Was it a dream? He asked himself then realisation hits him when he stared down at his swollen belly. He took a shaky breath then gently touched it, rubbing his palm over it as tears rolls down his cheeks.

"I thought I had lost you" He whispered then began to cry in quite sobs, no longer able to deny it.

Des woke up from his sleep at the sound of Harry's cries then moved closer to him, gazing at him helplessly. He sighed and held Harry's hand as he cried. Eventually Harry cried until he was too tired to cry more and drifted into reliving the moments he spent with Rameses Zayn, especially the day he left. How foolish of him to leave the man he loves behind because he thought he couldn't give him an heir.

He remembered the Queen begging and pleading with him to stay, he remembered her tears as she held his arms.

Why did the healers lie to him?

He slid his eye lids shut and visions of the Pharaoh's hazel eyes full of life and love for him filled his mind. The pain he was feeling compares to nothing he had ever felt before.

He opened his dull emerald eyes which were red and filled with sorrow rather than hope. Cos now the one question which is resounding in his ears was how to get back to the ancient world, then his father's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He shook his head and Des sighed again. "Do you want to eat?" Des asked and surprisingly Harry nodded his head, for him he wasn't eating for himself but for his twins, his babies.

Des helped him to sit up in a comfortable position and placed pillows behind him then gave him water to drink first. Harry's mind began to drift again then the aroma of food hits his nose making his stomach growl. He shifted his gaze to his father holding an opened food flask.

"I always make sure Rose prepares food everyday just in case you start to eat again" He murmured as he sat beside Harry on the bed and told him to open his mouth and for the first time in four days Harry opened his mouth, taking in the chicken soup as his father feeds him.

After he finished eating, the doctor came to check on him and praised him for taking the decision to take care of his health for himself and the babies. The doctor talked about giving the same treatment to Harry as pregnant women but Harry wasn't listening to him, he kept pondering on how he was going to go back to Rameses Zayn. At the moment he doesn't care about anything else, all he wants is to see is his Pharaoh, to tell him he didn't lose the pregnancy.

He can't wait to tell Rameses Zayn that they're expecting twins.

Then he recalled Niall telling him, how Kwame helped him to cross to the ancient realm. His lips moved weakly in the semblance of a smile and relief etched on his face.

"Harry?" He snapped his head towards his father and the doctor. "Can I have your phone, I want to talk to Niall"

Des smiled thinking, Harry wanted to patch things up with Niall. "Of course here" Des took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Harry.

"Can you please excuse me?" He asked and the older men, nodded leaving the room. He took a deep breath and dialled Niall's number.

Niall was lying on the couch in Mr Evans's living room watching TV when the call came through. Ever since he discovered he's pregnant, he has been spending most of his time with Mr Evans and Kwame. He ignored the call when it first rang without looking at the caller ID. Kwame who was sitting opposite him asked if he was not going to pick the call.

"It's probably my parents" Niall replied.

"Well answer it, it's disrespectful not to answer your parents call"

Niall groaned and picked the phone lying beside him as it rang again and checked the caller ID. He frowned when he saw it was Harry's father's number. Des hasn't called ever since he called to ask questions about Harry's disappearance. He pressed the answer button then brought the phone up to his ear, waiting for Des to speak first.

"Niall" Harry's voice boom through the phone with urgency.

Niall waited for few moments before answering. "Um-hi" He whispered softly, feeling nervous.

"Niall, thank God you answered your phone, I need to speak to Kwame. Do you have an idea where he could be or do you have his phone number?"

Niall sat up and sighed softly, knowing why Harry wants to see Kwame, now he finally knows he is still pregnant.

"Um, he's sitting right in front of me"

"Oh my God listen, I need you to bring him to the hospital right now. Tell him to bring the stuff needed to transport me back to ancient Egypt. I need to get back to Rameses Zayn today"

Niall glanced at Kwame who was staring at him. "Yeah sure, I will tell him"

"Thank you" Harry whispered and fell into silence.

Niall nodded his head without saying anything. They both stayed on the line for almost two minutes without saying anything to each other until Niall ended the call.

What's left to say? Nothing.

It's not like Harry is going to forgive him even though the miscarriage wasn't successful. He has broken the trust in their friendship. He leaned back against the couch as his throat tightened with unshed tears.

"Was that Harry?" Kwame asked and Niall glanced at him, nodding his head.

"Let me guess he wants to eat his cake and have it back?"

Niall took a deep breath and exhaled "Is it possible to get him back?" He whispered.

"You should have told him the truth that we tried yesterday and it didn't work" Kwame replied.

"Maybe with Harry it might work because of who he is to the Pharaoh" Niall muttered.

"Maybe, but let's not raise our hopes up"

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I'm sorry if it's slow again. Next chapter will be better ❤️

I'm not good at writing emotions.

I tried.

Thoughts on this chapter.

Thoughts on Harry.

Thoughts on Niall.

Thoughts on Des.

Thoughts on anything concerning the story.

Thank you so much for reading. ❤️