- Alex...
Eames nervously clutched her hands on her skirt, not daring to look at Goren, her face was so white, so sad.
Her eyes were red and swollen from crying so much.
Goren's heart sank at the sight.
Eames had been so unhappy since Jamie's disappearance.
She hadn't stopped crying.
And Goren had to take it on himself.
He had to be strong for two.
Goren approached Eames, and when he got to her side, he crouched down to her level, and took her hands in his, intertwining his fingers with hers, squeezing them gently. I beg your pardon...
Goren was asking her forgiveness.
Why...
What wrong had he done.
If Jamie had been taken...
It wasn't his fault.
He had nothing to do with it.
But Eames couldn't forget the scene where Goren had yelled at the teacher, and where he had said loudly, in front of all the police officers at the scene, and in front of Deakins, that he was Jamie's father.
Could it be that Goren had always wanted to be Jamie's father in his own right?
Could it really be possible...
If so...
Then why...
Why hadn't he told her.
She would have agreed.
Eames knew how he was in adoration of Jamie.
And Jamie loved Goren like his father.
Eames still remembered what Jamie had said to her two nights ago.
- Mama...
Eames walked over to Jamie's bed, sat down, and took his son's little hands in his hands, squeezing them gently.
- Yes, my angel...
Jamie lowered his head, not daring to look at his mother.
He was so afraid...
Afraid to tell his mom what he wanted from the bottom of his heart.
In addition...
She probably wouldn't agree.
But Jamie would love it so much if Uncle Bobby became his daddy.
But would his mom agree.
With gentleness, Eames brought his hand to his son's chin, forced him to look at him, plunged his large hazel eyes into his brown gaze.
That look so similar to Goren...
His father.
- Tell me what's bothering you...
He could only tell his mother.
Eames' big hazel eyes shone with an infinite sweetness.
So Jamie plucked up his courage.
It was better to tell her, even if it meant getting a negative answer.
Than never say anything...
And have her mother say yes.
- I wish Uncle Bobby was my dad...
So that was it.
That was it...
Jamie was asking him what she had always known he would ask her.
Eames smiled, tenderized.
She had seen the way Jamie looked at Goren.
That adoration he had for him.
If only Jamie knew the truth.
But Eames was afraid.
Afraid that Jamie would be hurt if he found out the truth.
And most of all...
That Goren wouldn't want him to.
And then...
She couldn't envision the harm it would do to her son.
- Alex...
At Goren's voice, Eames snapped out of her thoughts, and met two large brown eyes that shone with tenderness.
The same eyes as her little boy.
Her heart sank.
Jamie...
My baby.
- I shouldn't have confessed my paternity... Goren looked away, not daring to look at her. But...
Eames put her finger to Goren's lips, silencing him, and shook her head in denial.
- I don't blame you.
Eames didn't blame him...
Even though he'd been vocal about his paternity towards Jamie.
Was it true...
Had Eames just spoken his words.
It couldn't be true.
And yet...
Her big hazel eyes did not shine with reproach, but with an infinite sadness.
Eames was not angry...
Nor was she angry.
While he had their secret in front of all the policemen present on the scene.
Revealing that he was Jamie's father.
God...
How he cared for her.
- Oh Alex... Jamie...
At the deep sadness in Goren's voice, Eames' heart sank.
Eames knew the despair of Jamie's absence, and because of her, he had not been able to be her father.
But she had been afraid...
Afraid that he wouldn't want to acknowledge Jamie as his son.
Eames hadn't wanted to impose his fatherhood on her.
But if she had known...
Had she known that he considered himself Jamie's father.
Then she would have told him to be her father.
Then maybe it was time to tell him how she felt...
What Jamie wanted.
Gathering her courage, she decided to tell him the truth.
- Bobby... She brought her hand to his cheek, caressed it with infinite softness... Jamie...
Goren grabbed Eames' hand and brought it to his lips, brushing it.
Eames blushed violently, his heart beating so hard in his chest, ready to explode.
- Alex... I...
Gently, Goren brought his hand to the back of Eames' neck, lowered his face to hers, brought his lips to hers.
A ringing phone sounded, making them jump back, red-faced and awkward.
My God...
If it hadn't been for the ringing of Eames' phone...
He would have kissed Eames.
And he would have told her that he wanted to have her and Jamie close to him.
Eames reached into her pocket, dipped her hand in, and pulled out her phone, which she took in her hand, and looked to see who was calling.
At Barek's name, Eames felt the anguish rise in her, her hands shaking.
My God...
She couldn't answer.
She was so afraid...
Fear that she would be told what she was not, and would never be ready to hear.
- It's Barek...
Seeing Eames' hesitation, and concern, Goren took his phone from her hands, and picked it up, bringing it to her ear.
- It's Goren...
At Goren's voice, Barek didn't waste a second.
If Goren had answered...
Barek knew that Eames was afraid...
Afraid of what she might tell him.
And she understood.
So she launched into it.
- Jamie was found...
At Barek's words, Goren felt an immense relief, and an immense joy rise in him.
His child...
His son...
Had been found.
- They would wait impatiently at the police station.
Jamie was waiting for them at the police station.
It was wonderful.
Goren couldn't believe it.
They had found his son.
He hung up the phone, and turned to Eames, who was looking at him with concern.
- Jamie is waiting for us at the station.
At his words, Eames felt his heart come alive again, tears welling up in his eyes.
- My baby...
Goren nodded his head.
Eames was dreaming.
They had found Jamie.
Her words, taking up more and more space in her head.
And when she realized it was true.
Crazy with joy, Eames threw herself into Goren's arms.
- Oh Bobby... Bobby... She clutched his shirt, she looked up with her big hazel eyes shining with happiness. That was wonderful.
Yes, it was wonderful.
Their little boy had been found.
They could see him again.
But this time...
Gore wouldn't be running away anymore.
He would have to talk to Eames, and tell her what he really wanted.
Gently, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close.