- Daddy...
Goren closed the door behind him, to see his daughter Hop, rushing towards him, but who, to her misfortune, caught her feet in the carpet and stumbled before his very eyes.
So, not wasting a second, he rushed to her aid, and before she even hit the ground, he slipped to the floor, landing his daughter on top of him.
Goren on the ground, his daughter's head buried in his chest, gasped in despair.
Unfortunately for him, Hop had inherited his mother's clumsiness.
Hop had not only inherited her mother's clumsiness, but also her big hazel eyes, her mother's sleek golden hair, and her small, slender body.
Hop was all Eames, even the fine, delicate features of her face.
She was a carbon copy of her mother, in every way.
Goren adored his daughter more than anything, but he wished Hop hadn't inherited her mother's clumsiness, but even so, Hop was a profoundly sweet child, and for nothing in the world would he have wanted another daughter.
But Goren couldn't forget Eames' months of pregnancy, which had been a real ordeal for him.
For during her pregnancy, Eames had stumbled again and again, and to prevent her and the baby from hurting each other, he'd had to catch her.
And he still remembered how many bruises he'd inherited.

But despite it all, he cared about Eames more than anything, and this awkwardness was part of her, and even if he said otherwise, it was part of her little charm.
- Thank you, my little Daddy.
At these words, Goren snapped out of his thoughts, to look at his daughter, who had her little hands on his chest, and was looking up at him, her big hazel eyes shining with adoration, and a big smile on her lips.
My God...
How could he not be in adoration of his daughter.
She was so cute, despite her clumsiness.
That smile he was rewarded with every time he rescued her was worth all the treasures in the world.
- Dad... You know... Hop raised his arm to point with his little hand to the kitchen, where Eames must have been, from what he could hear. Mom broke something again today.
Hop nodded, looking serious.
Name of God...
Here we go again.

Like every day, he'd come home, and his cockroach of a daughter wouldn't hesitate to denounce that her mother had broken something, trying to omit that she too must have broken something before her mother.
For Goren, it was exhausting, but above all, it was costly.
Not a day went by that he didn't break something.
And so, he worked to fix his wife's and daughter's broken pots.
Goren should have been used to it by now.
But he hoped that one day he'd come home and nothing would be broken.
But that was never the case.
- I bet you didn't break anything Hop...
Hop nodded, biting his lip, his cheeks pink.
Goren felt hilarity rise up inside him at this way of lying.
But then she was lying with such affront, thinking he wouldn't notice.
But he knew she was lying.
She always made that face.
So how could he not know she was lying.
- Come on, Hop... We're not staying on the ground.
Goren wrapped his arm around Hop's small waist, put his free hand on the ground and stood up, his precious burden against him.

- Hop told me you broke something again today...
Hop told Goren she'd broken something again...
Good God...
Why did his daughter keep reporting it to her father whenever she broke something.
Especially since she broke something too.
It was the pot calling the kettle black.
In addition, Eames never broke anything on purpose; she always tried to be very careful, but to her misfortune, she did break something.
But she knew that, despite everything, Goren wasn't angry with her for her clumsiness.
And she knew how to make it up to him.
Which she was going to do right away, since Hop was already in bed, and she was finally alone with her husband.
- I'll make it up to you.
With a mischievous little smile, Eames climbed down from the sofa to crouch between Goren's thighs, who looked at her, breathless, understanding that she was going to make it up to him again, and in what way.
Name of God...
Eames knew exactly how to make it up to her.

And Goren loved it.
But still, he wasn't taking advantage of the situation.
Sure, Eames had broken something, but that was no reason for her to do this sort of thing.
- Alex... I'm abusing the situation a little too much... He brought his hand to her cheek, caressing it with infinite tenderness. If you ask me.
Eames shook his head in denial.
No.
It wasn't true.
Goren never abused the situation.
On the contrary...
She was the one who liked to be forgiven, and who loved taking care of her little husband.
Especially since he was entitled to a different reward every day.
- I love to be forgiven... She reached for the fly of his pants, opened it, and plunged her little fingers inside, pulling out his already hard member, which she took with her full hand, caressing it up and down, making it moan. And you want me to stop.
- No, I wouldn't.
At Goren's cry, which came straight from his heart, Eames didn't waste a second, and lowered her face to his member, opened her lips, took it in her mouth, wrapped her tongue around it and sucked.
- Alex... You shouldn't...
She shouldn't…

While she loved what she was doing to him, and even if he told her that, he loved it.
She could tell by the way he moaned.
My God...
What Eames was doing to her was just too good, but he wanted her to enjoy it too, so he brought his hand to Eames's arms, forced her to let go of his member, and climbed on top of her, placed her little buttocks on his powerful thighs, and brought his hand to the nape of her neck, forced her to lower her face to his, to take possession of his lips with fervor, and with his free hand, lifted her skirt, and slid his hand to her little panties, which he spread.
- I wonder if you're not doing it on purpose?
At his words, Eames pinked with pleasure, brought her hands to Goren's curls, buried her fingers in them, gripped them, deepening their kiss, while Goren lifted her, and lowered her intimacy to his member, which he placed just above it.
- Alex... Take me inside you...
Eames, cheeks rosy with excitement, lowered her intimacy onto Goren's member, and began to move.

- Oh Alex... Never stop being clumsy... Eames nodded, moving over him, and clinging to him, moaning. I love these little moments between us.
Goren brought his hand to Eames' cheek, and gently lowered her face to his, and took possession of her lips with infinite tenderness, coiling their tongues in a slow dance.