What did this mean.
Who was this man the FBI had put in witness protection, and who was to come and live with them, so they could pretend to be a family.
Eames didn't agree.
She would never agree to such a thing.
She had accepted many things from the FBI, even the one against her will, which had cost her son's happiness, and her own.
But she would never accept any man other than Goren in her life, and even if he was in witness protection.
It was out of the question.
This man could go and live elsewhere, and have another identity not in common with her son's, and her own.
In addition, just because she was separated from Goren, she wouldn't accept another man taking his place, let alone Nathan's father.
- Mom... It's true that someone other than Dad is going to pretend to be my father.
At her son's words, Eames stopped wiping the glass she'd just washed.
For God's sake...
Eames had to make her son understand that just because this man was going to live with them, it didn't mean he could pretend to be his father.
Especially when Nathan's father was still alive, and Eames was sure, worried about not having his son around anymore.
- I don't want another dad... Mom.
At his son's refusal to accept this man as his father, Eames smiled, touched.
So he didn't want any other man in their lives than Goren.
She put the glass down on the worktop and reached out to stroke her son's ebony curls, which were standing right next to her, with infinite tenderness.
- Mommy doesn't want any man other than your daddy.
At his mother's words, Nathan made a pretty o with his lips.
So his mommy didn't want any man other than his daddy either.
But it was great.
So who was it.
With any luck...
Maybe her daddy would come and join them.
At least, that's what Nathan hoped.
Even though he knew that what he wished for would probably never come true.
- Nathan... Put the idea out of your head... A huge sadness appeared on his son's face, squeezing Eames' heart. You know Dad can't be with us.
Yes, he knew.
And too well.
But Nathan had hoped that maybe...
- Ding... Dong...
At the sound of the doorbell, Eames' heart stopped.
Oh, dear...
No, not yet.
But Eames couldn't doubt who was behind their door.
It was this man who would have to share their lives, and without their consent.
- You want me to get that, Mom.
Let Nathan get that...
How she could thank him for offering.
She couldn't see herself facing that man, let alone being nice to him.
And just like her father, Nathan knew exactly how she felt about this man sharing their lives.
It horrified her.
- If you like, Nathan.
At his mother's words, Nathan nodded and headed for the door.
He was going to tell this gentleman what he thought, and above all, that he'd better not bother his mom.
And above all, that he wouldn't be his father, and that he never would be.
He already had a dad.
And this man could try anything, he would never accept it.
In addition, as his father had told him when they first met, he was the man of the house.
And therefore, this stranger would never be the man of the house.
Whether he liked it or not.
Arriving at the door, Nathan made a nasty face and opened it.
- Mom... Nathan rushed into the kitchen, where his mother was standing, followed by loud footsteps. The man's here.
The gentleman's here...
Well, Eames was going to tell this man what she thought of his coming.
That he wasn't welcome.
And that he'd better keep his distance from her son, and more importantly, her.
Or he'd get it in for her.
Besides, she wouldn't give him the pleasure of turning to him.
That way, he'd understand on his own that she didn't want him in her house.
- I warn you in advance...
- But Mom…
The man placed his hands over Nathan's mouth, silencing him.
Nathan looked up with big hazel eyes at the man gagging his mouth, who shook his head, smiling in amusement.
No, but what did that mean?
Why had Nathan just stopped talking all of a sudden?
But on the one hand, it suited Eames, she could say out loud what she was thinking to this man, this stranger.
Eames put the plate she'd just wiped down on the worktop, along with the tea towel, and laid her hands flat.
- Nathan already has a father... And even if the FBI wants you to share our life... She'll be white-knuckling her fists with all her might. Know that you will never replace the father of my son... And you will never share my room... Eames was no longer speaking, she was raising her voice. Let alone my bed.
Over her cries, which were no longer words, Eames heard what sounded like muffled giggles.
As if the man in question was laughing at her.
And if he was, she was going to set him straight.
- Mom, you should at least turn around... It's not right.
It's not right...
As this man, this stranger intruded on their lives.
That was a good one.
And what was Nathan's way of lecturing her.
- Nathan... Should I remind you...
Eames turned, and his heart stopped at the sight of the man standing right behind his son, his big hands on his shoulders, and smiling a mocking smile.
Eames brought his hands to his mouth in shock.
My God...
No, it couldn't be.
It couldn't be him, standing there in front of her.
She must have been dreaming.
And yet...
That face, so loved, so pampered, it was his.
- Bobby...
Eames stepped towards the man, who was still looking at her with a smile on his face.
Nathan stepped aside to let his mother pass, and when she reached the man, she stopped in front of him.
- It's really you... She raised her hand to his face, but stopped for fear it would evaporate. You're really here.
With Eames' big hazel eyes shining with hope, Goren felt his heart beat violently in his chest, ready to explode.
- Yes... Alex... It's me.
At these words, Eames placed his trembling little fingers on Goren's cheek, brushing against him.
- You're not dreaming, Mom... Dad's here.
Then she wasn't dreaming.
Goren was there, and it was him she was touching.
- But how...
Eames felt tears of joy well up in her eyes, clouding her vision.
My God!
She'd never thought...
dared hope that the man who would come to live with them would be Goren.
And yet...
it was him.
- I used my persuasion...
His persuasion...
No, Goren wouldn't have dared.
And yet...
That arched eyebrow, that rascally grin he had at that moment, told him he'd dared.
And knowing him...
She should have known he was capable of anything.
So did this mean Goren was returning her feelings.
- Alex... Goren laid his hand on Eames' small hand, savoring the caress of her tiny fingers on his cheek. I didn't want to lose you. Goren plunged his brown eyes into Eames' hazel gaze. But most of all... He blushed violently. I want to be with you.
My God...
But it was a declaration.
Eames felt the tears roll down his cheeks.
- If you still want me.
If she wanted him...
Of course she did.
She was hopelessly in love with him.
And she wanted him by her side.
- Of course I still want you... Big idiot.
Then Goren moved his hand away from Eames' little ones, to lower his face to her cheek, to brush it.
He wrapped his arms around Eames' waist, who wrapped her arms around his neck, and held her close.
- We're going to be a family at last.
Goren turned his attention to his son, who raised his face to him, a big smile on his lips.