Eli snapped one more photograph and sent the picture by text message to his American cousin. Please welcome Prince Ethan Sayid, born October 15th at 9:52 a.m.
A few minutes later, a notification popped up with a text from Mark. The photo he sent was a grainy black and white ultrasound. Please welcome Prince Aaron Sayid scheduled to be born April 15th of next year.
“Yes!” Eli laughed out loud, startling Savannah where she was resting with baby Ethan in her arms, the heavy hospital blankets draped over her lap. He held the phone up to show her the ultrasound. “Mark and Hazel are going to have a baby.”
“Ah, look how cute he is, the little peanut.” Savannah leaned closer to get a better look. “Our little Ethan is cuter.”
“And bigger, and ya know, breathing oxygen,” Eli pointed out. “And no longer injuring my wife.”
“That was very nice of Ethan to stop kicking and choking me.” Savannah said. “I hope his behavior inside my body is not an indicator of how he’ll behave as a little boy.”
“How quaint,” a sadistic voice preceded Princess Nimrah as she stepped in the doorway of Savannah’s hospital room. “Aren’t you the happy little family.”
Eli stood and maneuvered protectively between Nimrah and Savannah. No way was he letting the conniving teenage princess near his new baby prince. “What are you doing here, Your Highness?” Eli nearly choked on his words, knowing he’d hear from his older brother if he didn’t address his spoiled daughter by her title.
“Can’t I pay a social visit to meet my new baby cousin?” she asked in a sugary sweet voice. Her skinny jeans and high heeled shoes revealed her immaturity in the way she was trying to dress like an adult. In reality she looked like a little girl who had raided her mother’s closet and cosmetics drawer.
“No… that’s not in your nature. What do you really want?” Eli asked.
“What did you name the little prince?” Nimrah tried to step around Eli to get a closer look, a complete lack of tenderness in her countenance.
When Eli shifted stance to keep her several feet away from the bed, she took a step back and crossed her arms, glaring up at him. She had nerve coming here under the pretense of meeting her cousin. “Out with it. What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to remind you that just because your baby is a boy doesn’t change the fact that I was born first and am still next in line.” She continued to insist that the kingdom was ready for the first crown princess. At sixteen she was technically old enough to have a husband chosen for her. If she had been born a boy, and was the designated next in line, they would have already planned a wedding by now.
“We don’t need a reminder,” Eli said through clenched teeth. “We are aware of your intentions.”
“Good, just so we have that straight.” Nimrah started to turn to walk out the door but hesitated and twisted back around to offer one last threat. “As a precaution, you might want to train my little cousin to sleep with one eye opened.” Princess Nimrah flipped her high ponytail off her shoulder and strode from the room.
Eli felt a chill run down his spine.