It was 1715 in France. In the loving home of the rich Babineaux family, a woman was about to give birth. "I could not take this," Amélie screamed. Louis gripped her hand, "you can, love! For our young boy!" Amélie screamed at the top of her lungs. "He is our third child, but it has never been as excruciating as this!" Louis continued to support Amélie until their son was finally out. In a few moments, a cry was heard. Louis grinned at the sound. "He is finally here, love!" Amélie took deep breaths and smiled. The caregiver smiled as she wrapped the baby in a towel. "Here, mademoiselle," she said. Amélie reached out for her baby and smiled as she studied his face. "He looks just like you, love," she said, turning to Louis. Louis bent over and asked to hold their son. "Is the name that w

