- You can come in... They are waiting for you.
They are...
Could it be that Eames gave birth to a boy...
The doctor would have used them, if the baby had been a girl.
- What are you waiting for Goren.
At Logan's question, and the friendly tap on his shoulder, Goren snapped out of his thoughts.
Strange.
He was the happiest man in the world when this child was born.
So much so that he had not stopped pestering Eames whenever she made the slightest grimace of pain, or was out of breath, panicking at the thought of the child coming.
But Eames had tried to reassure him many times.
But it never worked.
Until the day.
But at that moment...
He was very nervous.
This was the first time he was going to be a father...
And discover his child.
But he was afraid of doing the wrong thing.
To behave badly.
Of making a mistake.
After all it was a baby...
A fragile being.
The slightest mistake could be fatal with such a small being.
And above all...
Who was to say that his son would love him.
Maybe it was the other way around.
And that his child would not love him.
- Stop thinking. Logan patted her on the head, trying to get her mind right. And go see them. Logan walked to the door, lifted his chin, challenging him. Or I'll go in your place.
Pardon.
Go in his place.
Ah that no.
He would not allow Logan to see his child before him.
That was out of the question.
So Goren rushed towards Logan, and passed in front of him, interposing himself.
At Goren's reaction, Logan put a big smile on his face.
Bingo.
It had not missed.
Goren had reacted immediately.
Good God.
Goren was so predictable when it came to Eames.
Goren didn't like the smile of triumph on Logan's lips.
What did that mean.
Would Logan have fooled him.
Name of God...
But yes.
Logan had played him.
And him like a rookie...
He had been fooled.
- I'm going in.
Goren walked to the door of Eames' room, and stopped, turning to Logan who nodded.
Goren took a deep breath, gathered his courage, opened the door, and walked in, closing the door behind him.
He looked up, and his heart stopped at the vision before his eyes.
Eames was there, sitting on the bed, this new little life in her arms, holding it gently, and looking at it adoringly.
At the sound of the door closing, and the look she felt on her face, she looked up to discover Goren not leaving her sight, and who remained there, his back stuck to the door, not daring to move.
- You're going to stay there...
She lowered her gaze to the baby she was holding in her arms, who was staring at her with his big hazel eyes.
My God...
Her eyes...
Even though they were hazel.
The way they stared at her intensely.
It was Goren's gaze.
This child could not deny his father.
Expectantly, Eames lowered his face to his son's, rubbing his little nose against his.
- You see that big idiot standing at the door... That's your daddy...
At his tender words, the baby chirped, putting a big smile on his lips.
Big idiot.
Name of God...
Was Eames going to stop using that diminutive for him.
But in a way, Eames was right.
Standing there with his back to the door, not daring to approach, he must have looked like an idiot.
Then taking his courage in both hands he approached.
When he reached Eames and the baby, Eames raised his face to him, a big smile on his face.
- Bobby... Eames looked at the baby. This is Robert Junior Goren... She looked up at Goren. Your son.
Robert Junior Goren...
Had Goren heard right...
Had Eames really given him that name.
Wouldn't she have wanted to call him something else...
But that she named him that made him proud.
Which he had never felt.
But with Eames...
He had confidence in himself.
- You want to take it...
Eames handed him the baby, but he flinched, stepped aside, put his hand to the back of his neck, looking away, his face red, everything embarrassed.
- I don't know if it's safe.
What.
Why wouldn't it be safe.
Goren had never been a violent person.
So why shouldn't she trust...
- You are her father... and I trust you.
At her words, and at Eames' big hazel eyes shining with sincerity, Goren approached Eames, and with delicacy, put little Robert Junior in his arms.
Carefully, he lifted his son, held him gently, but not too tightly, and looked at him.
It was strange...
Holding something so small in his arms...
So light.
He detailed every detail of his son, contemplating his chubby little body.
From his arms to his legs.
His little boy was chubby.
And above all he was a lot bigger than normal.
At least that's what he had read in books.
Could it be that Eames had suffered in childbirth.
He had forgotten their size differences.
And he had forgotten the risks of her giving birth to a big baby.
And it didn't fail.
Not only was he above average in height...
But the weight...
He was far from being a skinny baby.
Goren felt big hazel eyes staring at him intensely.
At the look in his son's eyes, he blushed violently, embarrassed by all this attention.
My God...
But it was that his son did not take his eyes off him.
He was not used to being stared at with such intensity.
And it was embarrassing.
But in his heart beat a deep love for this little being.
This little being was his child.
His son.
He was so proud.
And he owed it all to the little blonde who was his wife.
- Robert Junior...
At his father's whisper, the little boy chirped, and put a big smile on his lips.
- You see he loves his daddy.
His daddy.
Goren still had trouble realizing that he was the father of a boy.
Eames patted the seat next to her, and Goren came to sit beside her.
She came and stood behind him, put her head on his shoulder, and looked at her baby.
- We did it well.
We did well...
All this...
Goren owed it to Eames.
He turned and raised his face to Eames.
- Thank you for this child. Eames shook his head in denial. I owe you everything.
I'm sorry.
Goren was not serious.
Goren didn't owe him anything.
In addition...
It was up to her to thank him for this little being.
With gentleness, she brought her hand to his ebony curls, caressed them with infinite softness.
- You don't owe me anything. She let her fingers slide to his lips, brushed them. You make me the happiest woman.
Was it true.
Was Eames really happy to be with him?
Sometimes he doubted it.
He could act like a complete idiot.
Like a spoiled brat.
And be really annoying.
So how could Eames be happy with him.
Eames patted her ebony curls affectionately.
- Stop imagining the worst. She put her arm around him, nestled against him. Bobby Junior is the most wonderful thing you could give me.
Bobby Junior...
So it was true.
Was Eames really happy with him.
And yet...
He still had his doubts.
But the beaming face, her big hazel eyes shining with adoration, the smile on her lips, told him it was true.
- Alex... I...
She lowered her face to his, brought her lips to his, brushed them.
- Wah... Wah...
At the screams of Robert Junior, who was wriggling in Goren's arms, clenching his fists, they pulled away, all red and embarrassed.
Good God...
So his son made it clear to them that he shouldn't do that in front of him.
Just by his reaction.
His screams, his clenched fists, and flailing in his arms.
- I think Robert Junior is jealous that his mom is kissing me.
Eames and Goren looked at their sons, who at his words stopped, stared at each other, and hilarity rose in them, they burst out laughing.
- That's your son. Eames gently picked up Robert Junior in his arms, who had a big smile on his lips and was making lots of chirping sounds.
Yes, he did.
This little guy was jealous.
He didn't want to share his mom.
If Eames kissed him...
Bobby Junior was having a fit.
But when she hugged him...
He was all smiles.
This was going to be good.