Goren had taken his time to gently explain to Francès that her parents would not be coming back.
Making the little girl unhappy...
And making her cry a lot.
But with his help and the sweetness of Eames, Francès had gradually regained a taste for life.
- Alex...
Francès put her big emerald eyes on Alex's face, who looked at her with a big smile.
Despite the loss of her parents, and the fact that the little girl was in that hospital room all the time, Francès kept smiling.
Not one day did Eames and Goren come to see her.
They had become important in her life.
Francès could not forget the sweetness that Eames had with her, the day she woke up.
Like a mother.
If only...
In her little heart, Frances had become very attached to Eames, and deep down...
She would like Alex to be her new mom.
But she didn't know how to tell her.
One day she would have the courage...
- You know... Alex nodded. She knew who the discussion was going to be about. Bobby is my big friend.
Alex smiled, touched.
It didn't fail.
Frances looked at Goren like a living God...
And on his side Goren...
It was the same thing.
Goren adored this little girl.
It was thanks to him that Francès had managed to get back on track.
Eames couldn't have found the right words for the loss of Francès' parents...
And Goren knew what to say.
He was much more diplomatic than she was with the children.
Whenever Goren talked about Francès, his brown eyes would shine with this little adoration, and his face would light up.
And when he saw her...
Or heard her voice...
It was the same thing.
The door opened, snapping Eames out of his thoughts, and revealing Goren.
- Bobby...
At Francès' cry of joy, Goren blushed violently, put his hand on the back of his neck and felt embarrassed.
He still had a little trouble with all the affectionate signs of the little girl.
He adored this little one...
But he was not used to show his feelings, or to have them in return, especially so demonstrative.
Frances saw something under Goren's arm.
It looked like a package.
The little girl was very intrigued by the package.
What was it?
And why was Bobby coming with a package...
Could it be possible...
Eames noticed the look on Fresco's face as he was sitting under Goren's arm.
The little girl was looking at the package.
Goren had managed to find it...
His famous gift.
And so...
He had brought it with him.
Goren felt all the eyes on him, making him turn completely scarlet.
It was so embarrassing.
He didn't like being the center of attention.
And here...
He was.
Damn it...
He needed to get his act together.
And stop acting like a child.
Goren walked towards Francès, and when he arrived at his side, handed him the package.
- This is for me...
Goren nodded, looked away, embarrassed that the big emerald eyes of Frances did not let him go, making him even more nervous.
Eames held back a laugh at Goren's embarrassed expression.
What the hell...
How could a man so confident in an interrogation...
How could he be so embarrassed by the adoration of a little girl.
It was really cute.
She liked that side of him.
Her heart beat violently in her chest.
God...
What was wrong with her?
Why was she reacting like that.
Frances took the package in her hands, her heart beating wildly in her chest.
Bobby had bought her a present...
That was so sweet.
Whatever it was...
She was already loving the gift.
He had thought of her...
And that touched her deeply.
Francès' big emerald eyes landed on the package she was holding in her hands, they shone with excitement.
The package was covered with a pretty pastel pink gift wrap with teddy bears, and the bow around it was silver.
Frances didn't dare open it.
- You can open it, you know...
At Goren's words, Francès gently removed the bow, and gently untied the gift paper.
She found herself in front of a rather large rectangular cardboard box.
- What is this...
Oh, my God...
How cute Francès was.
With this delicacy to open the package.
Eames felt his heart melt.
She was so endearing.
How could he not love her.
It took Goren a while to find her a gift.
He didn't really know what to get a little girl.
And he didn't want to make a mistake.
So...
He had asked Eames.
Having been a little girl, she would know what to buy.
And much better than him.
And so...
She had given him an idea.
And then one day...
He had passed a toy store...
And he came across the gift...
That was in the window.
This gift was going to be perfect.
It was a beautiful porcelain doll.
She had big hazel eyes, long straight golden hair, a face with delicate features…
And a face was transposed on the face of the doll.
Eames...
And that had made him click.
It was her, that he wanted for Francès.
This doll was the spitting image of his partner Eames.
And knowing the affection that Francès had for Eames...
He had no hesitation...
And bought the doll.
Francès only had God for Eames...
And that was normal.
He had not forgotten the scene when Frances woke up...
And the sweetness that Eames had shown.
To remember...
His heart beat violently.
Eames was very gentle...
And very affectionate with the little girl.
Like a mother with her daughter.
Frances had secretly told her...
That she would like Alex to be her new mother.
But she was afraid...
Afraid to tell her.
That if Alex found out...
She wouldn't come to see her anymore.
But she wouldn't.
He knew it wasn't true.
There was a special bond between Francès and Alex.
A bond that not even he could...
And would not want to destroy.
But Frances was a little girl.
And so...
It was only natural...
her fears...
And her doubts.
- Open and you will be.
With gentleness, Frances lifted the lid of the cardboard box, and his big emerald eyes shone brightly as he discovered the gift.
Frances couldn't believe it...
She must have been dreaming...
The doll was beautiful.
She had big hazel eyes, long and straight golden hair, a face with delicate features.
She was wearing a beautiful pastel pink lace dress and matching shoes.
Francès brought her little fingers to the doll's face, brushed it.
She lifted her eyes from the doll to Alex, who had a big smile on his lips.
Frances returned her gaze to the doll.
Was she dreaming...
Or this doll...
No...
She could not have any doubt.
Her doll did have Alex's face.
Her heart beat violently in her chest.
It was the best gift of her life.
She loved it.
- I'm going to call her Alexa.
At her name, Alex gasped.
Why would Francès name her doll after her?
It was strange...
There were much nicer names.
But it was also very flattering.
Francès turned her big emerald eyes that shone with a strange flame on Goren, who was startled and blushed violently.
So that was what she thought...
She was right.
The way Bobby looked...
And talked about Alex...
And that doll...
Frances could have no more doubts.
Bobby was in love with Alex.
Hence the resemblance to his doll.
Did Alex know...
Frances had a little idea.
Maybe she could give Bobby a hand...
Yes...
She would help Bobby.
When she was alone with Alex...
She would tell him about her resemblance to her doll.
And maybe she would take the hint.
At least she hoped she would.
- Thanks Bobby.
Francès looked at him, his big emerald eyes shining with adoration, a big smile on his lips.
Goren blushed violently.
Francès' big eyes looked at him as if she was reading him like an open bed, and that she understood why he had bought this doll especially.
Because the doll looked like an Eames.
Damn it...
It couldn't be possible...
A little girl couldn't read him.
And yet...
He had the impression that Frances understood the real reason for this purchase.
Was he so easy to read...
Did he have such an expressive face...
Even for a child.
