- So you're the famous Lola... Lola nodded, smiling. The little girl that my son was always talking about. Lola looked up at Goren with her big hazel eyes, surprised that he was talking about her to his mother. I know almost everything about you.
Was it true...
Bobby kept talking about her to his mom.
Lola's heart beat violently in her chest, she blushed with pleasure.
- And this is the mother-to-be... Frances put her eyes on Eames, gave her a tender smile. You have really good taste. Goren blushed violently at her words. You were right... she is very pretty. Eames blushed with pleasure. Since the time I told her that you would end up together...
Frans gasped in despair at the memory.
His big dumb son had taken a long time to make up his mind, and to realize that the right person for him was right next to him.
Damn it...
How could anyone be so smart...
And so slow on the uptake.
Goren looked away, put his hand on the back of his neck, everything was getting in the way.
- Stop it... Mom...
At his words, Frances smiled.
Where was the harm in saying what she had always known.
Besides...
Her son really did have a nice little family.
But why hadn't he jumped the gun and married Alex yet?
What was he waiting for...
He had told her to adopt Lola...
So why not marry her mother...
Eames still couldn't believe what she had just learned.
Just like that...
Bobby had not stopped talking about Lola.
And for her to imagine things between them...
But what surprised her was ...
He had told his mother that she was very pretty...
Pretty even though she had a big belly...
Did he have vision problems.
Goren felt Alex's insistent gaze on him.
He lowered his brown eyes on her, and fell nose to nose with two large hazel eyes which looked at him as if he had lost the reason.
- Pretty...
Eames had just whispered his words, which only Goren could hear.
So that was it...
She thought that because of her pregnancy she was less pretty, but not at all...
She was simply beautiful...
And as desirable as ever.
And that if they had been just the two of them, he would have shown her how pretty she was.
Goren nodded, his brown eyes glowing with the flame of desire, which ignited Eames.
So it was true...
He thought she was pretty...
And the little flame in her eyes...
His heart beat violently in his chest.
Damn it...
She had to get her act together...
This was not the time...
Nor the place for this kind of thing.
Eames bit his lip, moved his hand to Goren's, took it in his, and intertwined his fingers with hers.
Damn it...
Alex's expressive face, telling him what she wanted to do, set him on fire.
- We won't disturb you.
At the words of Francès, Goren and Eames jumped, looked away, not daring to look at each other, all blushing.
Lola looked at her mother and father in turn, not really understanding Francès' words.
But they were acting strangely.
It was as if they had been just the two of them...
And that she and Frances were there, without really being there...
And that they were the spectators.
Lola shrugged her shoulders.
Ah, adults...
Too complicated for her.
- I don't see...
Francès looked at her son as if forbidden.
He wouldn't dare to lie in front of her...
Well, he would...
He was doing it openly.
Goren had that look that doesn't deceive.
And Eames was far from not responding to it.
What the hell...
Were they forgetting that Lola, and her, were there.
Her son was very slow at some things...
And for others, he seemed a little too eager for her taste.
But how can you blame him, he was a man first.
- Mom...
Frances looked at her son.
She already knew what he was going to ask her
You didn't have to be blind to understand what those two wanted to do.
- Yes... I can keep Lola.
Goren just stood there as if he couldn't believe it.
What the hell...
Was it easy to see...
That even his mother had understood his intentions.
It was so embarrassing.
- Do you agree to stay with me Lola... She put her brown eyes in turn on Goren and on Eames. While her two idiots go for a walk.
Lola nodded, smiling.
Her two idiots...
Damn...
He wasn't expecting that.
- Can I, Mom...
Alex didn't see the harm in leaving her daughter with Frances' mother.
She had seen how Frances behaved with Lola.
And she trusted him.
Besides...
Francès had never laid a hand on her son when he was a child...
And she wouldn't do it now.
But she was ashamed...
Ashamed that Goren's mother understood their attention.
- We'll be back soon...
Come back soon...
No but when was her son going to stop lying with such aplomb.
- Yes... Yes... Frances raised his hand, waving it, signaling that they could go. You can go... I'm in very good company.
With gentleness, Frances put his hand on Lola's blonde hair, caressed it with infinite tenderness.
Goren tightened the pressure of his fingers on Alex's.
- You come...
Eames nodded, following Goren, all rosy and embarrassed.
Eames stopped in the hallway, forcing Goren to stop.
- Alex didn't dare look at him, dewy. Your mother.
What the hell...
Didn't Alex see the kind look her mother gave her?
In general...
Her mother hated all her girlfriends.
But even before she was with Alex...
Her mother had felt a deep attachment to Eames and her daughter.
Taking an interest in everything he said about them.
And having finally seen them...
Had only confirmed what he already knew.
That his mother would love Alex and Lola.
- Yes... She loves you... He brought Alex's fingers to his hands, brushed them. And so do I.
He looked into Alex's large, hazel eyes, his brown eyes shining with desire, and Alex shivered with pleasure.
So Francès Goren had accepted him...
Eames was so relieved.
- Do you have any other questions... He gave her his charming smile. Or do you...
At his words, Eames blushed violently.
No, but it was her...
Or Bobby was in a hurry...
She had so many questions to ask him.
But in front of Goren's impatience...
She decided that she would ask her questions later.
- We can go.
At her words, Goren could not hide his impatience, he tightened his pressure of his hand in that of Eames, and began to walk, followed by an Eames half shocked, half amused by the eagerness of Goren.