Goren put his hand on the corpse, analyzing the cause of death.
But he felt something vibrating in his pocket.
Good God...
What the...
But yes...
It was his cell phone.
He pulled the latex glove off his left hand, and reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and took it in his hand.
He opened it, and saw that it was a message from Eames.
Could it be that it was D-day.
That Eames had just given birth.
Eames had told him that she would contact him as soon as she had given birth.
Knowing that he had not stopped calling her...
Stalking her since he dropped her off at the hospital.
Worrying about her all the time.
Oh so much that the nights...
He couldn't sleep...
He called Logan...
Keeping him awake.
Crazy with worry, mixed with excitement, his hand trembling, he pressed the message, and opened it.
"Jamie weighs three kilos nine hundred. And measures fifty five centimeters."
At his words, Goren's heart leapt in his chest.
Jamie...
So Eames had given birth to a baby boy.
Overjoyed at the prospect of this new life, he closed his phone, put it in his pocket, and stood up, turning to Logan.
- Alex... He spoke quickly, so excited was he at the arrival of this newborn. Just delivered...
At his words, a big smile appeared on Logan's lips.
It is there.
Eames had given birth.
It is Barek who was going to be with the angels.
And finally...
He could sleep at night...
And be at peace.
Without receiving a call from a certain Goren who was worried about Eames.
He was the father of the child.
Being madly worried about the mother, and the child she was carrying.
Goren had behaved like a husband towards Eames, throughout her pregnancy.
Protecting her from everything…
And from everyone else.
Preventing the criminal's people from getting too close to her.
Goren had acted like a possessive person towards Eames.
So why didn't Goren realize how he really felt about Eames...
That Eames was more than a partner to him.
He would never have behaved like that with her...
If it wasn't for that.
So why didn't he go for it.
Admitting to Eames how he felt about her.
Yes.
Goren could no longer be Eames' partner...
If never they ever dating.
But he would have Eames near him.
So why not try.
Logan found it hard to understand.
How could a man who was so outspoken...
Could be so uptight around the woman he liked.
At Goren's hurried steps towards the door, Logan snapped out of his thoughts, only to see Goren already walking away from the scene, leaving him there alone with the corpse.
- Wait... Bobby...
Too late.
Goren had already disappeared from his field of vision.
- Alexandra Eames... Please.
Goren, red-faced and short of breath, tried to catch his breath.
He was so excited to see the Eames' little boy.
And to especially...
To see how the mother was doing.
After all...
She had made a big, fat baby.
And maybe the delivery had been difficult.
Eames was so small.
How had she managed to get a baby out that size...
That weight.
She must have been in excruciating pain.
And so he needed to know...
If she was okay...
And if she'd had a good pregnancy.
The nurse looked at the register, and when she got to the name of the mother, she looked up at a Goren, who was looking at her, jumping from one foot to the other, mad with anticipation.
The nurse smiled.
He had to be the happy dad to react like that.
- She was in room 203.
No sooner had she said the room number than Goren rushed down the hallway, looking for the room number.
Arriving in front of room 203, Goren didn't waste a second, and opened the door with haste.
He stopped dead in his tracks, as if he was unable to see what he was looking at.
Before him...
He had the vision of an Eames sitting in her hospital bed, her golden hair half-long spread over her shoulders.
She had a big smile on her lips...
And she was singing...
Not taking her eyes off her little boy.
She held Jamie gently in her arms, rocking him, and looked at him adoringly.
And Jamie's clenched fists gripped his mother's hair, smiling.
Goren's heart beat violently in his chest, ready to break.
The vision before his eyes was so magical...
Eames looked like an angel.
And that little bit clinging to his mother's hair.
Goren owed the miracle of this vision, to this little baby.
This child that was a part of him.
Good God...
The adoration Eames had for his child...
Goren had no regrets about doing what Eames had asked him to do.
He had done the right thing by helping her have a child.
To see this Eames in adoration of this little one was worth all the treasures in the world.
At the door that had just opened suddenly, Eames took her eyes off her son, and brought them to the door, discovering a Goren who was standing there on the doorstep, not taking his eyes off her.
At the sight of him, she put a big smile on her lips.
Goren had come.
And he hadn't hung around.
Name of God...
That was Goren, all right.
Eames had sent him the text message not even half an hour ago...
And he was already there.
So Goren had come to see the little wonder.
This little wonder that she had had thanks to him.
This little baby...
Small.
Eames smiled, tenderized at the thought.
Jamie was far from small.
And she knew from whom Jamie got that size.
He had inherited it from his father.
But how could she thank him for this wonderful gift.
- Why don't you come closer...
Goren was hesitant.
Could he even approach Eames and the child.
He didn't know what to do.
It was so exciting...
But so awkward.
- Jamie wants to know you.
Wanting to know him...
Him.
He was just a baby.
At that age children had other priorities.
And he wasn't sure if the little boy would see him...
It would make a difference.
Good God...
But why didn't Goren come closer.
And did he stay there.
Didn't he want to see his little one.
This little being who owed his life to him.
- Bobby...
At his name, and at the worry in Eames' voice, and painted on his face, Goren decided to take his courage in both hands, and walked towards Eames, trying to forget his anguish.