Cecilia put on her pajamas while Samantha looked for extra pillows and blankets for Martin. "Okay kiddo, time to get under the covers." Cecilia looked for a book and jumped on the bed where her mother was sitting. "So, do you like Martin?" Samantha knew asking Cecilia this it would pave the way for tell her Martin was her father.
"Yeah. He's nice."
"Cecilia, honey, do you still want to know about your…" Samantha was interrupted by Martin knocking at the door. In some small way, she was relieved. "Sorry. Am I interrupting something?" Samantha stood up, "No. I'll be right back Ceel. Can you read by yourself?"
"Yep, this book is easy." Samantha kissed her daughter on the top of her head and walked toward Martin. Sam closed the door and the two of them walked into the kitchen.
"Martin, before I tell her. I want to make sure that you're staying in New York. And that you won't leave again."
"Sam, I didn't even want to leave in the first place. You know I didn't have a choice."
"You could have fought it."
"You could have told me you were pregnant. Do you know how bad I feel for leaving you?"
"I know you do. I just want Cecilia to have her father."
"She has me. You both do." Martin leaned over and kissed Samantha.
"Okay. We can tell her together."
"Mom, I finished my book!"
"That's great honey. Can I talk to you for a second?" Samantha walked toward her daughter while Martin leaned on the wall by Cecilia's door.
"Sure." Cecilia replied as Samantha sat down on her daughter's small bed. "Honey, I…Your…" Samantha didn't really know how to break it to Cecilia easily. "Martin, can you come here?" Martin walked over and stood next to the Samantha. "Cecilia. You've always wanted to meet your father, right?" Samantha asked her and softly held Martin's hand.
"Yes."
"Honey, Martin is your father."
If Cecilia was older, she could have figured it out sooner. But she was only four. She looked at her mother, then her father. Then she smiled, "Okay." Both parents looked relived and Martin sat next to Samantha on their daughters' bed. "I'm going to go to bed now. Good night mom. Good night, um, dad."
"Good night." Samantha pulled up Cecilia's covers and kissed her cheek. Martin smiled at her, "night." He didn't really know what else to do. They walked out of the bedroom, turning out the light and closed the door.