- And the princess looks like Auntie Alex.
Auntie Alex ...
That's right.
Molly had been calling Eames that for some time.
And Eames had never taken it back.
Did she really appreciate Molly calling her that.
If only...
But Goren had to stop hoping.
- Uncle Bobby...
At the worried voice, and that little hand on his, Goren snapped out of his thoughts, finding himself in front of big brown eyes that stared back at him.
- If you want... He brought his hand to his niece's ebony curls, ruffled them affectionately. Alex will be the princess.
At his words, a big smile lit up Molly's face.
- And the prince will be like you.
At her words, Goren nearly choked, blushing violently, and coughing.
The prince would be like him.
Good God...
Could Molly have guessed what he was trying so hard to hide from everyone.
Besides...
He was absolutely nothing like a prince.
At least...
Not to be Eames'.
She was far too good for him.
And she could never have feelings for him.
It was simply impossible.
Not with a man like him.
Eames deserved someone good.
Which he never would be.
At least...
He'd never live up to the little blonde's standards.
So why would Molly want a prince who looked like her in her story.
- Don't talk nonsense Molly.
Talk nonsense...
But she really meant it.
Did her uncle really think she hadn't seen the way he looked at Alex.
Just because she was a child...
Didn't mean she didn't understand things like that.
At the sadness that had painted itself on her uncle's face, Molly walked over to him, and brought her hand to his cheek, brushing it.
- Don't be sad Uncle Bobby…

Not sad...
And how could he not be.
When the woman he loved more than anything would never consider him anything but a business partner.
- To me you are a prince... And I know very well that you are in love with Auntie Alex.
In love...
At Molly's words, Goren became totally scarlet, put his hand on the back of her neck, looking away, everything embarrassed.
My God...
So if Molly knew...
Could it be that everyone knew.
Was it so easy to decipher.
But Goren knew that between his niece and him...
There was a very strong bond.
And maybe it was that bond that had made the little girl understand her feelings for Eames.
But was the main thing about him knowing...
Good God...
In the future he would be even more careful.
Gently, he took Molly's little fingers in his, and brought them to his lips, brushed them.
- Come on... He helped Molly get comfortable in the bed, covering her body with the sheet, and the blanket. What if I continued this story.
Molly nodded, letting her uncle reopen the book to the page he had stopped the story on, to resume the story of Robin Hood and Marianne Belle.

I know you're in love with Auntie Alex.
At Molly's words, Eames had stopped dead in her tracks, as if forbidden, on the doorstep.
Eames must have misheard.
Molly couldn't have said that.
And above all...
Eames had seen Goren's reaction.
It was all very awkward.
But above all...
He had not denied Molly's words.
Was it really possible that he was in love with her?
That he felt more than just a desire for her.
But no, it was impossible.
Of course…

He wanted her.
He had proven it to her.
Twice.
By his kisses...
His attempts to go further.
But that didn't mean he loved her.
Sex had nothing to do with love.
And yet...
Eames could not forget the passionate Goren.
The one who had made her feel like a woman in his arms.
The man who had crouched down in front of her to say nice things to her.
Could it be that he really felt love for her...
And not just desire.
- Good night little angel...
At the softness of the words Goren had just pronounced, Eames came out of his thoughts, to see Goren bring his hand on Molly's face, caress it with an extreme softness, put back in place her few rebellious ebony locks, and lean his face to put a kiss on the cheek of the sleeping little girl.
At this touching scene, Eames' heart raced in his chest, ready to break.
My God...
She could never get enough of Goren being so caring with her niece.
And that was not good.
She should only feel for Goren a bond of partnership...
Or friendship.
And maybe desire.
But that was as far as it should go.
For both their sakes.
Eames said this, but was beginning to doubt his own words.
- What was wrong with him in the end?

What was wrong with him in the end.
At Eames' murmurings, Goren was startled.
He turned to see an Eames standing in the doorway.
Good God...
What the hell was she doing there.
Had she been here long.
And if so...
Had she heard what Molly had said...
Name of God...
If he had known…

He would have been more careful.
And he would have closed the door.
But now it was too late.
If she had heard everything...
It was better to talk to her in private.
And tell her how he really felt about her.
At the risk of losing her forever.
Now it was too late.
He couldn't go back.
- Alex...
At Goren's voice, Eames snapped out of her thoughts, realizing that she had just said out loud what she was thinking, and found herself in front of a Goren who looked at her, questioning her with his eyes.
Quickly...
She had to find an excuse.
And above all...
Not to let him know that she had heard what Molly had said.
Or she wouldn't know how to react.
Especially if it was true.
- I came to say goodnight to Molly.
And that wasn't a lie.
She had come to say good night to Molly.
So with a determined step, she walked over to Molly's bed, who was asleep.
Goren moved away from Molly as she passed, to let her approach the sleeping girl.
When she reached Molly's level, Eames leaned her face towards his, and brought her lips close to his cheek, brushing it.
- Good night, my little Molly.
Eames gently moved away, not wanting to wake Molly who was asleep.
She turned to Goren, who was looking at her, his brown eyes shining with extreme tenderness.
My God...
Couldn't he stop looking at her with his eyes.
If this continued...
She would really stop listening to her reason.
And she would let her heart speak.
And that...
That was never supposed to happen.

Goren approached Eames, slipped his hand into hers, intertwined his fingers with hers.
- I need to talk to you... Eames nodded. Follow me…

Without a word, Eames let Goren guide her.
He had to talk to her...
Yes.
He had finally made that decision.
And the fact that she came to say good night to her niece.
had only strengthened his decision.
Goren would not back down this time.
And this time...
He was going to be honest with Eames.
And make her understand how he felt about her.
Even if that meant...
He had to be rejected.
But he was so afraid.
Because what would happen to him if she didn't want him.
And she decided to leave.
Or worse...
If she asked to change partners.
But still...
He needed to know.
Because he couldn't stand being in the dark any longer.
And he was going to go crazy.
If there was even an infinite chance that she would fall into his arms...
So he was ready to try anything.
When he reached the door of the library, he opened the door, guided Eames inside, and closed the door behind him.