Please welcome Prince Aaron Sayid born April 15th Mark’s text read. Weighing in at 8 pounds 10 ounces. The photo that accompanied Mark’s text showed an adorable little guy wearing a blue cap and mitts on his hands. He’d been posed in the bassinet next to a miniature crown.
Congratulations, Your Highness, Eli texted back. Hazel doing well?
She’s feeling much lighter!
How are wedding plans coming along? Mark asked. Your skin still crawling?
Princess Nimrah is the bride from Hades, Eli said. Although Eli still couldn’t stand looking at Ahmed, at least the murder threats were on the back burner while the royal family prepared for the wedding. There was an underlying thread of tension and suspicion whenever Jared or Ahmed was near. But when the princess walked in the room, they both jumped into action to fulfil every one of her commands. We never should have allowed her to see what American weddings are like. Now she wants something bigger and better. She’s insisting on inviting royalty and dignitaries from as far away as China and India. Oh, and some princess in Hawaii. Do they even have a princess in Hawaii?
Probably from the Polynesian royal family, Mark answered. Have they set a date?
Almost exactly a year from right now, Eli said. May first.
I’ll be sure to add that to my calendar so I can come wish my little cousin the best of luck in her sham of a marriage.
I wonder if my grandmother will be jealous, Eli texted.
Okay, I just lost my appetite.
Eli threw his head back in laughter. Are you still planning to meet me for lunch in NYC next month when I come from the UN Security Council meeting?
Congratulations again, man, seriously, Eli texted. Aaron’s a cute kid.
Thanks, Your Highness, Mark said. See you in about four weeks. Give that little Ethan a hug for me.
Will do, Your Highness. See you next month. Eli tucked his cell phone back in the pocket of his sport coat and got back to work.