Martin helped Cecilia set the table while Samantha finished cooking.

"My name is Cecilia. What's your name?" Martin looked up to Samantha, she nodded at him. "Martin."

"That's my dad's name. I think." Martin was afraid to say anything. As if on cue, Samantha asked Martin and Cecilia what they wanted to drink. Cecilia wanted milk, Martin opted for water.

Naturally, Cecilia was curious about Martin. "How do you know my mommy?"

"We used to work together."

"Oh. Are you a cop?"

"Sort of, I work in the FBI."

"Cool. Do you have a gun?"

"Cecilia!" Samantha said, "Please be polite to our guest."

Martin smiled, "It's okay. I don't mind."

They ate in silence for a little while when Cecilia started to talk again, she definitely had the same amount of energy that her parents had. "Mommy, when am I gonna see Uncle Danny again? The fair is next weekend. Can he go with us?" Martin smiled at the familiar name. Samantha turned to Cecilia, "We'll have to ask him. I can call him tomorrow if you want."

Cecilia turned to Martin, "Do you know my Uncle Danny? He's not my real uncle, he's just mommy's friend from work."

Martin smiled at her, than Samantha. "Yea. Danny's a friend of mine too." No one really knew what else to say during dinner. Martin and Samantha didn't want to let it slip that Martin was Cecilia's father. Cecilia had usually been fairly shy with strangers, but not Martin. Cecilia acted around Martin the same way she acted around Samantha, chatty and energetic. She had been nervous when she first answered the door to Martin because she had never seen him before. The three of them ate in silence until they were all finished.

"Ceel, why don't you go get your doll to show Martin."
"Okay. Which doll?

"The one Aunt Viv gave you for Christmas last year." Cecilia skipped off to her room again while her parents cleaned up. "When do we tell her?" Martin whispered to Sam.

"I don't know. She seems to be opening up to you. Maybe I'll tell her tonight."

"That sounds good."

Cecilia came in holding a blonde haired doll. She held it up to Martin. "Her name is Rosie because her dress has roses on it. Aunt Vivian gave it to me for Christmas last year."

Martin kneeled down to her level, "She's pretty."

Cecilia smiled "I think she looks like mommy."

"She does. Except your mom has brown eyes, like you. Rosie has green eyes."

"I don't look like my mom. I think I look more like my dad."

"Do you know what your dad looks like?"

"Kind of. I had an old picture of him. But I lost it."

Martin stood up and glanced at the clock, it was almost eight o'clock.

"I should probably go. Hotels fill up fast in the city. And I don't have any reservations."

Samantha walked over to him, "you're staying in a hotel?"

"Yea. I don't have an apartment in the city anymore. There's really no where else to stay."

"Stay here." Sam suggested. She hadn't seen Marty in five years and she wanted to be with him for more than a couple hours.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a problem."

"It's okay Martin, you can sleep on the couch."

"If it's okay with you," he looked down at Cecilia, "is it okay with you?"

"Yeah! Stay with us!"

"Okay. I'll go get my bags from the car. Thanks Sam."