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Sandy wasn't able to keep a straight face at Marcel's incapable ability to comprehend the situation. Instead, it dropped into a 'are you hearing this' kind of expression that she cast at Aarin who, clear to see, had a grasp on the situation. The similarities between him and the boy were there. The hair, the eyes, the complexion. He clearly had his mother's nose, but that was all she could claim they had alike. And if that hadn't been a dead giveaway, there was the fact she basically named him after his father. Marcel and Marcello. "Yes he is." She told him, adjusting the boy on her lap. The young boy was way too occupied with a napkin anyway to be aware of the tension between the three adults. "I would've told you sooner but someone wasn't answering my phone calls, and it's not a thing to text about. And I figured it was best to tell you two at the same time. I would want everything in the open." @marcelvaughn @aarinxduskin

When a blonde woman approached the table, Aarin was a bit caught off guard by her. "Oh, it's, it's nice to meet you, too." The brunette was surprised by the words coming out of her mouth, partly wondering if they were genuine or not. When Marcel's ex-girlfriend sat down across from them and placed the young boy into her lap, calling him Marcello, Aarin felt her jaw starting to fall slack. She turned to look at Marcel, who seemingly hadn't a clue what was going on. "Marcel," she looked at her soon to be husband before looking back across the table, "I think that's your son." The words fell from her lips as it felt like her jaw hit the table. @marcelvaughn @sandyxpowell

Sandy knew that she was going to wreak havoc on Marcel's life barging in like this, but sometimes grand gestures were meant to be made. Besides, it wasn't like he had granted her the pleasure of having a phone call with him, so there she was. She had spotted the two from the entrance, not bothering to take off her coat for she was certain that the two of them weren't in the mood of dining with her after all. Call it a hunch. So she moved between the tables, hand occupied by the little boy walking besides her, curiously looking about. "Good evening, you two." She announced her presence, her smile bright even before they turned their gazes on them. "You must be Aarin, nice to meet you, he wasn't lying when he said he was the lucky one." she complimented the woman, even if she could care little. "I'm not the kind to keep you in suspense." She continued, sitting down across from them, lifting the little boy onto her lap. "Meet Marcello. The whole reason we're here." @marcelvaughn

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How Marcel had gotten Aarin to agree to come with him and meet an ex from his NFL days for dinner was beyond him, but Sandy had insisted, and the way she had indicated that she was going to seek him and Aarin out regardless had made him insist. For some reason, it had sounded important, and there had been this nagging feeling at the pit off his stomach ever since their brief conversation, that had left him feeling like he should go. It being so close to their wedding, the last thing they needed was any rumors to start circling around, so Marcel made sure to hold his fiance's hand tight as they walked together towards the restaurant, exactly a minute to the agreed time. "Thank you for doing this.." He said, looking over at her, "It shouldn't take too long." Or so he hoped. @aarinxduskin