"Mommy pretty." Ayden told me as he sat on my bed. I was putting on my heels and jewelry. "Yeah, too pretty." Zayn rolled his eyes. I looked down at my outfit. I had on a white tank top tucked into a black pencil skirt. Peep toe heels were on my feet and I paired my outfit off with gold jewelry. I didn't really want to do my hair. It was still wavy from work, so I just left it alone. "It's just dinner, Zayn." I laughed. He wasn't too happy that I was going to dinner with Marcel. He was worried he would try to make a move on me. "Just be careful with him. I don't want him to try and seduce you or something." He muttered. I couldn't help by laugh. He was worried about nothing. Marcel has Missy and I'm not a homewrecker. The doorbell rang while I was changing Ayden. Zayn went to answer it and I could hear he and Marcel talking from Ayden's room. "(Y/n)! It's Marcel." Zayn yelled. I set Ayden down and he ran into the living room. He ran to Marcel and bound onto his legs. Zayn looked at me with wide eyes. It's like Ayden knew that Marcel was his father. "Hey there buddy!" Marcel said as he picked him up. He tickled Ayden and he giggled. "He seems to like you a lot." Zayn said and I wanted to punch him. "Everyone does." Marcel joked before he laid eyes on me. I started to feel a little insecure. "You look beautiful." He told me. I turned away before he could see me blush. "Zayn, don't let Ayden stay up to late tonight please." I told him as I grabbed my clutch. "Don't worry, after we go get a pint and grab some ladies he will go straight to bed." Zayn winked and I laughed. I kissed Ayden on the head, "Mommy will be back later. Listen to Uncle Zayn." He nodded, " 'Kay Mommy." I kissed him again and Marcel and I left. "Thank you for agreeing to come to dinner with me." Marcel told me as we made our way to the restaurant. "It's no problem." I smiled. I looked out of the window so I didn't have to look at him. He looked good; he had on a black buttoned down shirt with black pants and some boots. It was fairly quiet in the car. We let the radio do the talking for us. I was surprised when he brought me to the same restaurant he did five years ago. The really romantic and fancy one. I wondered if he was waiting for me to say something but I kept my mouth closed. We went inside and the hostess brought us to our table. It was still very romantic inside. Roses filled the room and candles were everywhere. Once we sat down, I noticed how awkward it was. "So how did you meet Missy?" I asked him, making it even more awkward. "Um, I met her in a nightclub about a year ago." He answered. "She is beautiful." I told him. He didn't even react to it. "I want to ask you something, but I just don't know if now is the time." He looked up at me. My heart stopped. Is he going to ask me about Ayden? I started to reach over and grab my glass of wine. "Why did you leave me in that airport five years ago?" He asked. I was shocked and my fingers bumped into the glass spilling it onto him. Whoops.
