- Go to bed Jamie...
At Goren's words, Jamie went to put his little police car away in the toy cabinet, and walked over to Goren, who had just gotten up from the couch.
Jamie took Goren's large hand in his, raised his large brown eyes shining with adoration to her face, and gave him a big smile.
- Uncle Bobby... Hand in hand, Jamie led Goren to his room. Will you read me a story?
Of course he was going to tell him a story.
Jamie was asking him so nicely...
That he could only agree...
But Goren knew very well...
That whatever Jamie asked him...
He tended to accept everything.
Goren was in total awe of this little boy, who was a part of him.
But with Eames, they always kept his fatherhood a secret.
In addition...
They had never dared to talk about it.
And Jamie was already three years old.
He had become a real little boy.
Jamie was a big boy for his age, and he had beautiful blond curls.
But he had one small detail that they both had in common.
In one place on his body...
Exactly on his lower back.
Jamie had the same birthmark as him.
And it happened that once Jamie saw this mark on him...
Telling him that he too had the same mark.
And that according to Jamie...
Maybe it meant...
That he could have been her daddy.
If only Goren could have told her the truth.
That he was really her father.
But he couldn't.
Goren had to tell Eames first.
But he didn't dare.
It was too sensitive a subject.
Already he had the chance to enjoy Jamie as much as he wanted.
And that was already a lot.
When he arrived at the boy's room, Jamie let go of his hand and walked over to his little bookcase, grabbed a book, and rushed over to his bed, lifted the comforter, and settled down.
Goren walked over to the bed, and sat on the edge, making the mattress sag under his weight.
He folded the comforter over Jamie's small body.
- Here... Uncle Bobby...
Jamie handed him the book, and Goren took the book from the child's hands, put it in his own, and read the title.
"Jack is the Beanstalk."
That book again...
All that book.
He was getting tired of the bean...
And the giant.
Good God...
It was Jamie's favorite book or something.
Every time he had the chance to put it to bed...
He had the misfortune to have the same book.
Couldn't he vary his reading tastes.
It was getting exhausting.
- Uncle Bobby...
At Jamie's questioning voice, Goren brought his hand to his golden curls, stroking them affectionately.
- Yes... I'll read it to you.
At his words, Jamie settled back into his bed, and folded his hands.
- I'm ready.
Then Goren opened the book, and began to read the story.
Good God...
But what was Eames doing.
He walked over to the window, and pulled the curtain aside to see if Eames had arrived, but nothing.
It was late...
And Eames was still not there.
In the evening...
When Jamie was sleeping at home...
Eames always called his son to say good night.
But tonight...
Not even a call.
Eames had asked her at the last minute if he could watch Jamie.
And so he came to her house to watch him.
But still no Eames.
Did she forget that she had a little boy.
And was she really with Barek.
That Barek had called him in an emergency...
Hadn't she lied.
Just to rush into the arms of another man.
And that she had come up with this excuse to get him to agree to keep Jamie at the last minute.
But Goren found that suspicious.
Oh sound of the key turning in the lock, Goren snapped out of his thoughts, and rushed to the living room, picked up the book on the bedside table, and sitting on the couch, opened the book.
The door opened, revealing an Eames, who smiled broadly at the sight of Goren standing there, reading on the couch.
She closed the door behind her, and headed into the living room.
- Everything went well...
What kind of question is that...
Of course everything went well.
Jamie was an adorable little boy, who never made a fuss when he was told to go to bed.
On the contrary...
Keeping him was a real pleasure.
But what could Goren say about Eames at this moment.
Had she been good all evening.
Was she really with Barek.
Strangely, Goren did not believe Eames.
He was sure that she was with a man.
And at this idea, a touch of jealousy rose in him.
It was better that he left.
Because if this continued...
He would harass her with questions.
And he wasn't sure he would like the answers.
- I'll go...
At her words, Eames' smile faded.
Goren already wanted to leave.
Didn't he want to stay a while.
Even five minutes.
- You're leaving already...
She saw Goren get up from the couch, and walk over to his jacket, putting his hands on it.
Why would he stay...
After all he was only there to watch Jamie.
He was nothing more.
And would never be anything more than a partner for Eames.
So why hide from it.
And hope that one day...
she would realize that he was much more.
- Bobby... Eames put his hand on her arm, and Goren nervously clutched his jacket, tried to keep his cool. Something's wrong...
Something's wrong...
Of course it was wrong.
What did she think...
That he was happy to see her come home so late.
When he was sure she had spent her evening in the arms of another man.
And that he was sure that she had not been in emergency at Barek.
Yes.
They had said there would never be any feelings between them.
But Jamie...
There was Jamie.
Goren had thought that maybe...
Even with time...
But he was wrong.
He would never be anything more than a partner to Eames, and an uncle to Jamie.
Goren laid his eyes on Eames' fingers that were on his arm.
Was that hand...
And that smell that emanated from it...
A masculine smell.
Yes.
Eames was with a man...
and not Barek.
- Bobby...
At the concern in Eames' voice, a violent anger rose in him.
Couldn't she stop pretending to care about him.
It didn't amuse him at all.
In addition...
To sleep with the first man that came along...
It was that she wasn't thinking about Jamie.
If he had known she would behave like that...
He would never have helped her get Jamie.
Goren put his hand on Eames' that she had placed on his arm, and pulled it away.
- Don't touch me.
At the coldness of Goren's voice, Eames' heart sank.
Why was he talking to her so coldly.
She didn't like it.
Eames put her hand on Goren's hand that was holding her wrist, trying to remove it, but Goren tightened the pressure of his fingers, hurting her.
- You're hurting me.
Oh then he mustn't hurt her.
While she...
Going out at night...
She was hurting Jamie.
And him.
Goddamn it...
He was losing control.
And it wasn't good.
- Let go of me Bobby.
At this request, Goren felt a violent anger rising inside him.
No.
He would not let her go.
Not until she heard what he had to say.
- And I... Goren turned to her, his features distorted by rage, making Eames jump. You think I don't feel anything... Goren screamed, his face red. You come home after sleeping with someone else... Eames opened his eyes wide in shock at his angry words. And Jamie you do not care.
Sorry...
Had Eames heard Goren's words correctly.
Sleeping with another...
And above all...
She didn't care about Jamie.
No.
Goren couldn't have said such things to her.
In addition...
Who was he to talk to her like that?
A violent anger rose in her.
- You better get off my back Bobby...
Oh...
So the little lady rebelled.
It was a warning, but Goren didn't care.
He shook his head in denial, and squeezed his wrist with all his might, crushing it.
- It's out of the question.
What.
There were limits.
And Goren was crossing them.
Her face red with anger, she walked towards Goren, raised her hand to his face, and with all her strength, slammed it against his cheek, giving him a monumental slap.
At the slap he received, Goren looked at Eames as if forbidden.
Eames had dared to slap him.
So he had been right.
His anger flared up again.
So that's how it was.
He was going to show him.
Goren pulled Eames against him, and lowered his face to hers, and crushed his lips with brutality.