Tonight, Goren was determined to take matters into his own hands.
He wanted to show Eames that he loved her, and he had to act like a man.
As soon as he arrived at the bar, he immediately recognized the little blonde head.
Alex.
He approached her gently, put his arms around her waist.
Eames jumped, trying to keep his hands off the rascal who allowed himself this kind of familiarity.
He smiled.
It was indeed his little Alex.
He brought his lips close to her ear, brushed it.
- Hello my beautiful one.
At the sound of the voice that she recognized at once, she stopped struggling, blushing violently. You come with me...
Goren took her hand in his, making her get up gently, and follow him.
Alex looked at him without saying anything, blushing with pleasure.
Bobby was taking things in hand tonight...
He stopped in front of the door, and opened it, letting her in gently, and closing the door behind him.
Goren turned to Eames, took his face in his hands, bringing his face close to hers, and took his lips gently.
Tonight he was determined to take matters into his own hands, to show her how madly in love he was with her.
Eames wrapped her arms around his neck, curling against him, moaning.
Bobby lifted her in his arms, carrying her gently.
She rested her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
Such a melodious sound to her ears.
Alex loved it when Bobby took the initiative.
But she was embarrassed, she felt fragile, when he did that.
She was madly in love with him, and when he did that, she loved him even more.
And he could do whatever he wanted with her.
But he had never taken advantage of her.
On the contrary...
With delicacy, he extended it back to the bed, lay down on her, wrapped his legs around her waist, and took her lips with ardor.
He let his fingers slide along her satiny skin.
With softness, and slowness, he went up his top.
A violent high heart took Alex.
She put her hands on his, stopping his gesture.
He looked at it as prohibited, surprised.
- You do not want...
Eames shook his head in denial.
What was wrong with him?
It was the first time she had stopped him.
A dull anguish rose in him.
She did not want him anymore.
She had realized that she didn't love him anymore.
Eames put his hand on her cheek, caressed it.
- It's not that...
How to tell him...
How do you explain to her that she kept throwing up every chance she got?
And whenever she felt a gag, it was a bad sign.
Damn it...
When was the nausea going to stop.
For the past few days, she had been feeling empty.
And nothing could calm her down.
Eames had tried to hide her nausea from Goren.
But eventually he would realize that something was wrong.
She tried to remember what she had eaten, and what could have made her sick, but she couldn't see.
- I don't feel well...
So that was it.
Alex was sick.
But why hide it from her...
It had nothing to do with him then.
A huge relief came over him.
Gently, he took Alex's hand in his, brought it to his lips, and kissed his fingers.
Alex shivered.
But her stomach was acting up.
She turned white.
That worried Goren.
This was not normal.
She was covering up something.
- You don't want me to take you to the doctor...
Eames shook his head in denial.
This was not the time.
Besides, how could she hide her true identity.
It wasn't a good idea.
- I just want to stay in your arms.
He swung his back on the sheets, and pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her waist.
- It'll pass...
She rested her head and hands against his chest.
Goren rested his chin on her little blonde head.
- If you want to rest for a while... He spoke softly. Don't hesitate.
Alex felt her heart overflow with love for this man.
- Thank you.
Even then, he did not reproach her, did not blame her.
He was very accommodating to her.
She closed her eyes, lulled by the beating of her heart.
Little by little, it was getting better, so much so that she finally fell asleep, under a tenderized Goren, who smiled, and hugged her gently against him.