Goren walked over to the two women who were sitting on the bench, watching the pre-teen girl, and the little boy, who was playing chase.
Or rather the pre-teen, chasing the little boy.
Arriving at the height of the two women, the older one, smiled at him, and took his face in her hands, making him lower his face, and kissed him affectionately on the cheek.
- Hello, mother.
Francès Goren nodded, and released his son.
Goren turned to the little blonde woman, who was sitting next to his mother, and who had a small rounded belly, due to her pregnancy, and future birth.
The little blonde woman raised her face to him, and put a big smile on her lips, which lit up her whole face.
Her big hazel eyes, shone with a thousand sparkles.
Goren lowered his face towards hers, stopped at her lips, blushing.
The little blonde woman smiled.
Goren was always so embarrassed to show his affection in public, especially in front of his mother.
But at night...
When it was just the two of them...
He had no modesty at all.
He was a passionate man.
She knew his hesitation, so she made the first move.
With softness, she took his face between her hands, brought closer her lips to his, of which she took possession with avidity.
Goren moved away, all red, to this passionate kiss.
- Alex...
At his reproach, Eames burst out laughing.
Good blood...
What he could be stuck in public.
But in private...
She blushed violently, getting all hot and bothered.
- Max...
At the sound of Lola's little voice, calling and chasing her little brother Max, they turned, looking at each other.
Lola was running after a laughing Max.
Goren felt his heart overflowing with love, and pride, at the sight of his two children.
He looked at Alex's belly.
And soon there would be three.
He smiled, tenderized.
He turned his attention back to Lola, and Max.
Lola looked so much like Alex, she had kept her beautiful straight golden hair, her big hazel eyes, she was small in size, and slender.
While Max was the opposite.
He had inherited her ebony curls, her brown eyes, her slightly tanned complexion, he was a bit plump, and very tall for a five year old.
His mother often told him that he couldn't deny Max, as he was his living image.
Goren was the happiest man.
Alex told him that she was happy...
But sometimes he really wondered if he didn't miss the criminal.
After all...
She had given up everything to be with him.
He always wondered...
How a woman like Alex...
Could she have chosen him.
When there were so many other men...
And much better than him in every way.
And every time he got the same answer.
- You are a gentle and kind man... And that's what I like most about you.
Was it true that she didn't regret having chosen him?
Was she really happy.
- Daddy...
At Max's little voice, he came out of his thoughts to see his son right next to him, smiling broadly.
- You saw... Lola will never catch me...
Lola arrived at their height, and rushed to Max.
She brushed her fingers against his arm, but he slipped away, managing to escape her.
- What a little...
Lola bit her lips, realizing that she had almost said out loud what she was about to say, in front of her mother's dark and reproving look.
- Lola.
At her mother's outraged voice, Lola preferred not to dawdle, and rushed after her little brother.
- She reminds me of someone...
At her words, Eames glared at him.
Lola had this little sarcastic side of his mother.
And he loved it.
For nothing in the world he would have wanted to change her.
But Alex did not like that he reminded it to him.
Whereas it was what he adored at her.
Goren displayed his charming smile, disarming her.
It wasn't fair...
Why was he using this weapon against her.
He knew very well that it was her weak point.
It was too easy.
Gently, he took her hand in his, intertwined his fingers with hers.
Eames blushed violently, calming himself net.
He plunged his brown glance in his big hazel eyes, which shone of a small flame which he knew very well.
To confirm the thing, Eames caressed of his finger, the interior of his hand, biting his lips with envy.
She couldn't have been more demonstrative, and more clear.
Eames wanted a hug.
He was all fired up, but he pulled himself together.
This was neither the time nor the place.
Eames gently pulled his hand, making him bend down, and brought his lips close to his ear, brushed it.
- I don't know if I could wait tonight.
At his words, his heart beat violently in his chest, his blood boiled in his veins.
He had understood very well the allusion.
Eames, like him, wanted a hug.
But they couldn't.
Unless...
Goren looked at his mother.
- Mom...
Frances turned to her son and smiled.
- I'd like to take Alex somewhere... Goren looked away, red-faced, put his hand on the back of her neck, not daring to look at her.
My God...
If his mother found out what this was all about...
He would die of shame.
And he would never be able to look her in the eye again.
- You go ahead... I'll watch the kids.
At her words, Bobby turned his gaze to Alex, who nodded.
With gentleness, he tightened the pressure of his fingers, helped her to get up, and both of them left, under the look of a Francès who suspected well where her son wanted to take Alex.
Did he think she was that stupid?
Damn it...
That men could be stupid.
Eames let herself be guided by Goren, all rosy.
She knew exactly where her husband was going to take her.
They were only five minutes away from their apartment.
Eames still didn't realize how happy she was.
All her years that had passed...
She had left Homicide before Max was born...
And despite their two children, and the third to come...
Goren had always wanted her.
Eames had been so afraid that over time...
He would turn away, lose interest in her.
Eames stopped, forcing him to do the same.
Goren turned to her, questioning her with his eyes.
She moved towards him, stood on her tiptoes, brought her lips close to his, brushed them.
- I love you.
At his words, Goren blushed violently, looking around him, if nobody had seen them.
Alex posted on his lips a small mocking smile.
Always so shy.
- Very well, Mr. Modesty...
Mr. Modesty...
Damn it...
Was she going to stop calling him that.
Besides...
That wasn't what she said to him when they were alone together.
Quite the opposite...
He was...
How did she put it...
Shameless.
Eames took him by the hand, pulling him out of his thoughts, and forced him to follow.
-Come on...
Goren nodded, following her without a word, and let himself be guided by his little woman, not taking his eyes off the pool.