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Marilyn's pov: It had been at least three years ever since I saw him and I wasn't ready to tell him about Christian my three year old son. What was I going to tell him? "You do know that you have to meet him up and tell him about his son, he deserves to know Marilyn," my mom sounded over the phone. "I know mama , I really want to tell him but he's got a whole wedding that he's planning and I don't want to add up to his stress," I said. "Either you tell him or I will," she said before hanging up on me. I looked at my son Christian knowing that he'll be happy knowing who his father is and maybe Dirk could learn how to love me. This was going to be tough. I picked up the phone and called his office. "Hello I'd like to set up an appointment with Mr. Dirk, is that possible?" I asked the receptionist. "And who am I speaking with?"she asked. "This is Marilyn Manson, Dirk's ex-wife." I tell her. "Come in this afternoon," that's all she said before hanging up. "Christian, we're going to meet your papa," I told my son who just smiled at me. The same smile as his father's. It was time to meet Dirk and his fiancee. At around three in the afternoon I was in the front of Dirk industries. I took in a deep breath and walked towards the entrance with Christian in hand. We were about to do this. "I'm here for the appointment with Mr.Dirk, " I told the receptionist. "He's waiting for you, you know the way," the receptionist said. "And Marilyn, it's good to see you again,"she said one more time. As I walked towards his office, it brought back a feeling of Deja Vu. The last time I was here was when I signed the divorce papers. And here I was walking back with a child. I knocked on his office door. "Come in," he said. When I entered a blonde haired girl with flawless skin was sat on his lap. So this was his fiancee. I felt a pang of jealousy, I was the one who sat on that lap not her. "Marilyn, how can I help you?" he asked his eyes glued to the computer screen. "I want you to meet somebody, this is Christian your son" I said looking at him watching as his face falls.