His face was pale. I was scared he was going to faint or something. "What did you say?" He asked me. "Ayden is your son." I said. It was silent. Like the calm before the storm. I was terrified. "How could you?" He asked me. His fists were clenched. I never seen him this angry. "I didn't know what to do, Marcel." I explained. He turned away from me, "I can't believe you would do this to me!" I felt tears forming in my eyes, "Marcel, I'm so sorry." He chuckled, "Thats one hell of an apology, (Y/n). You hid my son away from me for five years! You led me to believe that some other man left you two!" He yelled. I was scared that Ayden would wake up and hear us. "I know and I'm truly sorry! I found out after I left to America. After I told myself that it wouldn't work between us." I told him. "I called you for months! You could've answered the damn phone and told me what was going on! I don't know my son because of you!" He yelled. Tears were streaming down my face. I did this. It was all my fault. "I can't even be here right now." He said before he started to leave. "Marcel! Please just stay so we can talk." I begged. I didn't want him to leave angry. "I need some time to think." He opened the door and he was gone. I sunk to the floor and cried. What have I done? The next day, I spent the most of it calling Marcel. He didn't answer a single of them and I was worried. I was scared he would never talk to me again. I wished I could take it all back. I wished I could go back in time and tell him that I was pregnant the moment I found out five years ago. I never regretted anything in my life, until now. "Mommy, you okay?" Ayden asked me. I was sitting by the window watching the people walk by below. "Yeah I am sweetie. Wanna watch a movie?" I asked him. He nodded and I told him to pick whatever one he wanted. He was looking though the movies when the doorbell rang. I went to answer it and Marcel was there.
