- I'm home!
Goren, like every day, was greeted by Ohana.
He crouched down at her height, caressing the little dog who was wagging her tail, happy to see her master back.
A small sound was heard.
Lola...
He raised his head, to discover Alex, his wife, holding their little girl, Lola.
The little girl was smiling and opening her hands.
He got up, and approached his wife and little girl.
Alex handed him his daughter, whom he took in his arms, squeezing her gently.
Eames smiled fondly.
Lola was so small in her father's arms.
So small...
But so much the spitting image of her father.
Lola was only six months old.
She had inherited his brown curls, her eyes had the brown color of her father, and even her physiognomy.
She had her baby face.
Lola was a big baby, and a little chubby.
She had never seen a baby look so much like her father.
By mutual agreement, Alex had left Homicide to take care of Lola.
And Goren had told her that even when Lola was a little older, she could not work.
And he would be able to provide for her.
Eames had no regrets about leaving Homicide.
She had the joy of being loved, by her husband, by her daughter, and by her little Ohana.
And for nothing in the world would she trade that.
She approached him, brought her face close to his, and placed a kiss on his cheek.
- Good evening my husband...
Goren shivered.
Alex had just whispered his words, in a hoarse voice.
He knew very well what it meant when she had that tone of voice.
Tonight he would not sleep.