The sun began its run in the sky devoid of any cloud at a time when the city already seething. The young man woke up painfully of that short night. He used to sleep little and he is not seldom complained. But yet, the evening before, it had taken more than an hour before falling asleep once the light off. He could not help but think of the young woman who was a few meters away. He also reflected on the details of the case. And then, he had dreamed of her again, Julia. He had imagined join him on the couch. She was lying her body against him in the crook of his arm. He did not hesitate then to caress her naked thigh, hearing her laugh softly in his neck where she had placed a tender kiss. She then looked up at him and stroked his cheek before kissing him tenderly. They were smiling and the young woman had then placed the blanket over them and she had simply fallen asleep against him, her hand slipped under his shirt and stroking fingertip skin.
William gave a grunt of displeasure, feeling the sunshine caress his skin. He did not want to wake up and see that all this was a dream once again. He turned slowly and he opened his eyes against heart. He saw two blue eyes fix him without blinking and he straightened up, massaging his aching neck.
-Good morning Sir, Olivia whispered that stood in front of him clutching her doll in her arms.
-Good morning Miss, William replied in the same way before throwing a glance towards the bed a little further or still sleeping the mother of the child.
-I'm hungry.
-Well, um ...
-Do we make pancakes?
-Pancakes? William took repeated unprepared.
-Yes with mom, we always made pancakes when I'm with her.
-I do not know how to do this Olivia, you have to wait your mom ...
-I'll show you, cut the girl, taking his hand to make him get up, come on.
He simply obeyed, he spent his trousers hastily and they went to the kitchen a few meters away. Olivia put her doll on the work plan and turned to him.
-Do you have everything ?
-Everything?
-Yes, ingredients, threw Olivia, looking up at the ceiling, you need butter, flour, milk, eggs, she enumerated.
-I think I have everything.
- Maple syrup, too? And marmalade? Continued the little girl smiling widely.
-I think, William whispered with a nod.
She smiled even more and the Detective took the utensils necessary to prepare the dough. Olivia had guided him, sitting on the worktop. Once finished, the young man set off the gas and did bake the first pancake on the stove.
-Can I make a jump in the air? Asked the little girl now beside him.
-Do your mom let you do it?
-Yes always. That's what's funnier when making pancakes.
-Then, there, threw William handed her the handle without letting go.
He saw Olivia concentrate, frowning and she moved the pan so the pancake flies away slightly in the air to turn around. Obviously William had guided her movement, but he was none the less, that the little girl gave him a huge smile of pride. He smiled back. He had never had the habit of meeting with children and he was glad he did not come out too bad. He happened to interview children and adolescents of all ages in his investigations, but it was still only a short time and tried to always stay professional. Olivia, however, it was different. He felt at peace with her, everything seemed so natural. She was absolutely charming and fun. She was smart, he was sure, and she looked so much like her mother he had the impression of seeing her in front of him. He had already fallen in love with this adorable little girl.
After completing their pancakes, William moved to the living room table invaded marmalade, maple syrup, with a glass of milk, pancakes in another plate and the doll just beside.
-Are they good? Asked William.
-Yes, almost as much as those of mom, Olivia said before taking another bite.
-Is she taught you to do?
-Yes, Olivia nodded, Darcy, he never wants to do anything with me. Sometimes just play ball, but that's all. I stay with mum or Mary, my nanny.
-Your dad a lot of work, you know, that must be why.
-Darcy, he's not my dad, Olivia replied, shrugging, my dad I'm sure he would make pancakes with Mom and me. But he is far, he is a great Doctor and you know he cares full of people. That's why he is not with Mom and me.
William did not answer. He stood there, just watching the little girl eating in front of him. He was convinced that Dr. Garland was Olivia's father. How could he have doubted it otherwise? He had seen the couple kissing, dancing and they lived together. He could not imagine for one second that this child was not his. William sighed deeply and looked up the room a little further, seeing the young woman still lying in bed. He wondered what secrets could she still hiding.
-Eat quietly Olivia, murmured William, I'm going to leave you.
-Where are you going? The girl asked between bites.
-At my work.
-Do you arrest bad guys ? Olivia gave a grimace.
-Yes, that's what I do.
-Ah, she said just before going back to her plate to eat her breakfast calmly.
He looked at her a moment, smiling, then he simply away from her. He reached his bedroom, giving a glance at the young woman who was still asleep. He went to the bathroom without making noise and he shaved, made his toilet and he dressed carefully. He joined the bedroom a few minutes later. He then froze on the spot. Julia had moved in her sleep and he could not take his eyes off her. Her face was nestled into his pillow, her golden hair swaying at her side, one arm wrapped around another pillow she held with force, a leg over the blanket that had slipped to the ground. He looked a long time this bare leg, looking lovingly at her ankle, her calf, her knee, her thigh and lace that was outlined under the shirt up over her stomach. She had closed a few buttons and it was very clear that the shirt was too big for her, for he could see the hollow of her breasts. William swallowed hard. At each of their meetings, he always found her superb, but it was then that he realized how much he loved her. How well he could never find any woman as beautiful as she. He fought with all his forces. He struggled not to approach her and make dance her blond curls between his fingers. He struggled to not look at her face and kiss her. He fought with all his strength to keep from letting his fingers on her skin, along the long, thin tapered leg.
He heard Olivia a little further and he recovered his senses. He had to go to the police station. He bent a few seconds to grab the cloth and cover the body of Julia. When he straightened up, after looking her again, his heart skipped a beat. He saw her hold her breath, crossing her eyes and he just smiled away.
-I have to go to the police station, stay here ... as long as you want.
She sat up to sit and when she wanted to take the floor, Olivia came running to throw herself on the bed
-Mom, mom, William was made pancakes, do you want some? In addition they are delicious.
She finally left the gaze of William and smiled at her little girl.
-Yes, yes of course my sweetheart, you know I love them.
They exchanged a look and a smile, and William left the room before stopping up the stairs and heard the young woman say his name.
-William? She said that he turns around. Thank you.
He just nodded and went his way to the door of his apartment. He took his long coat, his hat and spoke with a simple nod to Julia who was top of the stairs and watched him walk away. Then he left, closing the door behind him. He sighed deeply. He would give anything to leave his apartment every morning that way, knowing that the young woman he was in love and her little girl waiting for his return.
to be continued...