A/N: Third chapter. PLEASE let me know if I'm messing up with the grammar, that will help me a lot! And suggestions, ideas, everything, PLEASE let me know.

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"Do you remember when we arrived to your house? Dom was thinking how did you get his car and-"

"And how I learn to drive. Yeah, as I told you before uncle Arthur, I got my ways"

"You just sound like Eames"

"Talking about uncle Eames, we spend the best weekend. Remember?"

When we arrived home, my father was in the front door, in pijamas. He was worried about me, because I took his car and leave without a note.

"Arthur, welcome"

"Hello Dom, is good to see you"

"Did you pick him up from the airport? And how you-"

"I always watched you driving, is not a science, dad. Sorry, I should leave you a note or something, but I wanted to surprise you"

"It's fine, please, come in"

We were inside, and I found Ariadne making some breakfast. Pancakes, my favourites. In those days I started to feel a kind of resentment ...

"Arthur, is good to see you"

"Is good to see you too, Ari"

They hugged and then all of us sat on the table. Me beside uncle Arthur and dad and Ariadne in front of us.

"So, what brings you to L.A? I thought you were on New York"

What the hell? She was insane or what? It was my birthday, he was there for me!

"I am here for Phillipa"

"Thank you uncle Arth. Will you stay for all the weekend?"

"Yes, I'll. I promess you. Where is Paris?"

"She's sleeping. And she won't wake up until twelve"

"Where do you want to go Philli?"

"I was thinking about-"

The doorbell rang. I remembered that uncle Eames was going to send me a package in the morning, so I thought it was the postman. I ran to the door and opened, finding uncle Eames with his arms opened, waiting for a hug.

"Surprise, my darling!"

I hugged him, with my face full of tears. He always called me, but his presence made me feel special. I don't know why, maybe because I hadn't seem him for almost two years.

"These are for you Phillipa"

"He gave me a bouquet of roses, my favourites"

"He ruined my plan"

"Anyway, it was a huge surprise"

"What present did you like more?"

Uncle Arthur gave me a gold necklace with a pendant. It was a heart with my initial on it. It was from Tiffany, and God I didn't want to knew how much did that cost.

"It's beatiful. Thank you so much uncle Arthur"

"I thought about you when I choose it. I'm glad you like it"

"Arthie my boy, you just sound like you really like her"

"Eames! She's my goddaughter !"

"So what? You don't have the same blood and-"

"Eames, she's sixteen and is my daugther. Stop saying things like that-"

"I get it, I was joking!"

He put his hands up on the air, like he was surrender himself. I'm not going to lie, I always thought uncle Arthur was handsome, I like him.
Uncle Eames gave me a pair of pearl earrings, from Swarovski . Both gifts were beatiful.

"I liked both. If you didn't notice, I'm wearing both"

He took a close up on me. I was wearing the necklace and the earrings.

I put my head on his shoulder and took a deep breath.

"I'm really tired. Do you mind of I sleep?"

He put one hand on my cheek and smiled at me.

"You need to get some rest. Paris will take your breath away"

"I hope so"

I can't remember how much I slept during the flight. All I could remember was Uncle Arthur reading a french newspaper and drinking some tea.

"We are going to arrive soon"

"What time is it?"

"Almost six pm, in France. Once we arrive, we are going to my apartment. Did you need to buy something?"

"No, but I would like to eat something"

"Ok, whatever you want. But I think you should call Dom"

"For what? just to say 'Hey daddy I'm in Paris, I'm fine, don't worry about me'?"

"He's worried"

"If he was, he should followed me to LAX and he didn't"

I was seventeen when he figured out about my last addiction, cigarettes. I started because all my friends smoked in those days, so I thought 'why not', and started that bad habit, that I can not quit even in these days.

"You should stop this"

"Look dad, you always say that I'm a grown woman that shoul take my own choices. I made one, and I even smoke in front of anyone here"

"You are my child, just quit it please"

"I will try, but I'm not making any promise"

He left my room, and I opened the window to let the smoke leave.

"Jeez, I need a cigarette"

"Not until we arrive. I assume you didn't quit it"

"I can't"

I remembered that Uncle Eames will wait for us in the airport. He told me when I called him, telling him about my new beginning in Paris. Hell, I'm sick about that word, that means nothing and a lot at the same time.

"Did you hear anything about uncle Eames?"

"No, I think he's in Mombassa right now, playing some poker. Why?"

"Just asking. I miss him"

"What do you miss about him?"

"He always makes me laugh, and I owe him. He's part about this. Are you jealous?"

He looked me in a weird way.

"Why should I be jealous?"

"Because maybe you are thinking that I love him more than you. I love you both, you are my favorites uncles"

"I know. But no, I'm not jealous. Not of him"

Everytime Uncle Eames was in the States he called me secretly. I didn't and I don't know now why he tried to avoid my dad sometimes. So, he used to call to my cellphone to tell me when he was coming.

"Philli love, are you in home?"

"Hi Uncle Eames. No, I'm walking from school, is something wrong?"

"Not love, i'm coming to L.A tomorrow, just a day. Can you avoid school for your favourite uncle?"

I smiled to myself. Dad would never know about my absence to school. And everytime with uncle Eames was unique. He really treated me like an adult, like the woman I was becoming.

"Sure. When and where?"

"Tomorrow, at the mall in Starbucks"

"Okay, I love you uncle E, see ya"

"See you darling, and remember to keep the secret"

It was always the same place, but he always made it different. Sometimes, I wished him to be my father...

We arrived just in time, and once we passed through immigration, I saw him wating for us. Uncle Arthur was carrying his bag and mine when he saw him. They always have a kind of antagonism, but they were good friends, as far as I know.

I ran to him and put my arms around his neck and rested my face in his shoulder. I was very happy to see him, and he was part of my new start. He just put his hands around my waist and and squeezed me strongly .

"Thank you uncle Eames, thank you so much"

"It's ok my love, now you are here with me and you don't have to be worry about anything. Did you hear me?"

"Yes, thanks for coming"

"What are you doing here?"

"Came for my little sweetheart. Being here with you love, makes me think that my papers worked"

"Without those papers, I wouldn't be able to be here"

Uncle Arthur just sigh and lead us to the taxi's station.

It was the beginning of my new life.

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