"Check it out, boys! The new baby is here!"

Alfred summoned his three sons to the living room to see the newest addition to the family. His wife, Amisha, had just given birth to another healthy baby boy, and though she got to see her new baby, she was still in the hospital under the care of nurses and a reputable doctor. The infant son was in a basket, and he was cooing and giggling happily. Perhaps he was glad to see his home and even happier to see his older brothers?

At an instant, Henry, Benjamin, and Andrew rushed to the room where their father was in order to see their newest sibling. Although Alfred and Amisha originally decided to have two children, the second intended child ended up being twins—Benjamin and Andrew, who had their mother's black hair and their father's childlike wonder.

"Dad?" Henry, the eldest son, asked. "Is it another brother?"

"Yeah," Alfred told him. "Don't hold him just yet. I need to feed him."

Henry, at age nine, was almost a splitting image of his father, the only difference being his dark brown hair, a trait possibly passed down to him from his Indian ancestors. He admired that his mother was a princess and that he could have been a prince had she not renounced her title upon her marriage to Alfred in 1947. His eyes were intensely blue, and he had freckles scattered over the bridge of his nose. He was of a tall, strong build; it was clearly evident he had inherited his father's extraordinary physical strength.

On the other hand, twins Benjamin and Andrew looked more like their mother. Alfred and his wife wanted another child, but instead got twins. They were both very happy, and Amisha felt so blessed to have an extra child. They were identical with their black hair, childlike faces, and curious blue eyes. They also had a unique face shape; their eyes were slightly almond-like and they looked as though their faces would be chiseled by adulthood. For such young boys of three, they looked more mature than their older brother. They also were the cause of hilarious mishaps around the house, like falling pans or breaking jelly jars on the linoleum kitchen floor. It upset Amisha, but because it reminded Alfred of when he was little—he would do the same thing.

The twins were the first to set eyes on the newborn baby. On his head were slight wisps of dirty blond hair and his eyes were large and blue. Without a doubt, he resembled Alfred the most of his four sons. Little Benjamin leaned over and planted a little kiss on his newborn brother's head, smiling down at him with his identical blue eyes.

"He's cute!" he cooed.

"Isn't he adorable?" Alfred added. "Be nice to him, now. Don't do anything silly with him. He's just a baby after all."

"How long will mom be in the hospital?" Henry asked, trying to tickle his baby brother, who laughed in response to the ticklish sensation against his soft, white skin.

"The doctor said she can come home tomorrow," Alfred told him.

"That's good news," his eldest son answered, looking down into his brother's eyes. "What are you going to name him?"

"Well, your mother insists on a Sanskrit name, but I like the name Warren," his father said, looking at his new son.

"I love that name!" Henry squealed.

"Warren? Hi, Warren!" Andrew said, touching the baby's soft head until he fell asleep in the basket. Alfred covered him up, and went to the other room to get a bottle for him. On the way, he looked up in the hallway wall and saw a photo of him and Amisha at their 1947 wedding. It was the year after Alfred had been taken under Walter Meyer's wing, along with Matthew, to become a full-fledged archaeologist.

With Meyer, Alfred and Matthew discovered ancient fertility jugs near Kenya, and they were more than ten thousand years old. They were studied thoroughly and placed in a British museum, and because it rewrote the history books, it was Alfred's big break. The three men attended press conferences, had their faces on history and educational magazines, and travelled the world in search of adventure and knowledge. In 1947, however, Alfred returned to India on his own and he remembered approaching the Maharaja's palace with a small velvet jewelry box in his coat pocket. Upon seeing his princess for the first time since 1942, Amisha was so happy to see him, but since Alfred left after that last night together before he went to China, a lot of changes had taken place at the palace in Delhi.

In 1946, the Maharaja Ravi Adhiraj had fallen terminally ill with leukemia, and he died just ten days after he was diagnosed by the same English doctor who had cared for him during his fast when Amisha was taken by the raja. The princess, distraught over the death of her father, was in mourning and faked her happiness with a smile, especially when Alfred came to propose marriage to her. Her cousin, heir apparent Raja Ugresh Nagendra, was crowned Maharaja the day after Ravi Adhiraj was declared dead. A fiery, hot-headed prince who oozed pride through every shine of his aura, twenty year-old Ugresh Nagendra addressed the unmarried Princess Amisha coldly about her position in her father's will.

"Cousin, I must speak with you," he said sternly. The princess, who had been praying at the newly-assembled temple at the palace stood up and turned, her bright blue eyes facing her dark-complexioned cousin.

"Yes, what is it?" she asked, morose tears streaming down her face. He walked closer to her, inhaling the sweet smell of incense in the room.

"I hate to tell you this in front of the sanctuary of the gods, but I have been crowned as India's new Maharaja," he told her. She just stared at him; a blank, unwavering look on her face.

"You have? Without any formality, cousin?" she questioned.

"Yes. As you know your father, my uncle, died yesterday resulting from complications from illness. Since you are an unmarried princess who would have been the heir to the position of Maharani, you must renounce your royal status," he told her. She kept looking at him—Alfred had already come to propose marriage to her, and she accepted wholeheartedly. She would have had to resign anyways just to marry the man she loved.

"I will do so," Amisha had said. "But on one condition."

"What is that, Amisha?" the new Maharaja asked.

"Alfred and I plan on getting married here in India," she told him.

"What does that have to do with me? Do you seek my assistance?" he asked coldly.

"No, but I would appreciate it if you allowed me to hold the ceremony with my other family members present, including you. Alfred wants to get married here, and I agreed to it wholeheartedly. India is my home, and though I may not be the rajkumari anymore, you and the rest of the Singh dynasty are my blood. Giving up my title to marry the man I love will not change our relations to each other. People will still remember me, Ugresh. Do you not see that? Do you not see how much I loved and cared for my people as rajkumari when my father was alive? Do you even care? I do not ask for much in this world but for one thing—let Alfred and I marry here in India."

"I do not like parties as much as your father did, but I will. After the wedding, you must leave," her cousin ordered.

"Done," she said.

With that being said, Alfred and his love, Amisha Mani Singh, wed in a traditional Hindu ceremony in the fall of 1947. The festivities, though they traditionally lasted for a week, lasted for only one day, and in order to understand Hindu ritual further, he read up on the subject of weddings in India and had Amisha teach him traditions that were not his own. They consummated their marriage that night, but packed to leave that morning. The Maharaja was happy to have his cousin out his hair, and he ruled India with an iron fist (not in a tyrannical way). Even after their children were born, Alfred and Amisha made two week-long trips every summer to India to visit Amisha's royal relatives. The new Maharaja was impressed with Henry and how he grew up over they years, but he also adored their twins Andrew and Benjamin. He had yet another second cousin to meet, and it was the new son.

Admiring how beautiful she was on their wedding day, wearing a gold sari and outfit with a large nose ring chained to the ring in her ear, he sighed up at the photo and prayed in his head for her health and wellness. She was in the hospital, after all.

THE END!