Big Mistake

Mischief At Its Finest

"Crazy is as crazy does..." -Yamesia

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Malcolm and Paris walked hand-in-hand down the sidewalk of Redwood's National Park of downtown Redwood.

There was so much tension from the uncomfortable threesome from the day before.  Paris thought it would be a good idea to have a wonderful day alone, with no distractions from anyone.

"So, tell me more about your little innovation project?" Malcolm asked Paris as they sat down together on a park bench.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Paris turned her attention to her boyfriend. "Uhh, I don't know really. I do really wanna remodel and stuff, and get a new worker."

"A new worker to do what?" Malcolm asked, fiddling with the strap on his leather black clothes.

It was fairly cold outside, fifty-seven degrees to be exact, so they were bundled up in hats, coats, and gloves.

Paris shrugged. "Maybe, just clean up the hair and stuff. Help out with packaging, shit, I don't know."

"Do that then." He told her, looking out at the empty park.

"For real?"

"Yeah. Like, hire someone who's in desperate need of money." He stretched, chuckling a bit making Paris do the same.

"Hmm...I like the sound of that."

"Of course you do." He told her, wrapping his arm around her. "I know the first person you can hire too."

"Milianna." They said in unison, sharing a stare before laughing.

"Aight. But umm..." Malcolm trailed, licking his cold lips. "We need ta' talk about last night. Well? Brielle in particular."

"What about her?" Paris asked, holding her purple scarf over her mouth as she scooted closer into Malcolm's arms.

"How old was she?"

"Twenty-four, twenty-five. Hell, I don't know. Why?"

"She seemed way younger than that shit. Looked like she was at least seventeen or eighteen."

Paris sat up for a minute and thought about what her boyfriend had just said.

It seemed a bit accurate, but Paris couldn't really tell.  She also didn't want to worry about it, it'll cause too much of a disturbance for her brain.

"Hm." She mumbled. "She did look a lil' young to me, now that I think more about it."

"Mhm." He mumbled, standing up and stretching out his tired bones. "Let's go though. I'm hungry as hell and I want that pasta at da' crib, ma'."

Paris stood up and stretched as well, the unbearable wind hitting her face.  Sticking the scarf back over her mouth, she nodded her head.

They grabbed each other's hands and walked back to Malcolm's truck.

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"That's my little baby. That's right, mama's lil' man." Brielle cooed to her son Trinity as she bounced him up and down on her thigh, holding the back of his neck to hold his head up right.

Trinity was three months old, and the most adorable infant anyone has ever laid eyes on.

Everyone down from his dad's grandparents, to his mother's loved him with everything they had.