Big Mistake

Daddy's Girl: Part One

"It's every dad's obligation is to maintain a good relationship with their daughter. A close relationship at that. But, should there always be limitations on how close they are?" -Yamesia

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"Hey mama," Paris greeted her mother, Precious, as she entered her and Malcolm's home.

"Hey baby." Precious kissed her daughter's cheek as they made their way into the kitchen.

Paris and Precious had plans to spend the afternoon together, since Paris didn't feel too much of hanging out with anyone else that day.

The snow outside began to die down and what better way to spend the day other than being with her mother? The woman she loved and adored the absolute most.

Malcolm had gone out to run a few errands, leaving her home alone with the thoughts of her own.

They hadn't said much of two words since she had awaken two hours after her nap to see her boyfriend preparing for the day ahead.

She was still a bit pressed about him coming in the house later than he was supposed to come in, but she didn't press the situation even further than she wanted to.

As for Danielle, they weren't on speaking terms at the moment, but Jules on the other hand had gone back home.

She was a realtor saleswoman, meaning she was always on the road. Which is why she never occupied herself with trying to become acquainted with anyone other than her friends and family.

"How you been baby? You know, I haven't talked to you since the altercation, so I figured today would be the day we finally settle down to talk about things. You think so?" Precious asked as the took her seat at the islands counter, watching her daughter prepare their afternoon lunch.

Paris knew her mother's love for white rice, so she figured she would fix one of her most favorite dishes.

New Orleans native style gumbo.

"Uhh, yeah I guess." Paris proclaimed as she set out the shrimp and other ingredients to prepare.

"So, what do you think? Ya' know, with the whole ordeal? Because you talk to Isaac more than we do." Precious spoke, referring to her husband.

"Uhh..." Paris trailed, cutting up the vegetables to place inside of the big, black pot. "Well, it seems to be a bit childish to me."

"What's childish baby girl?" Precious asked, fiddling with her shellac manicure.

Paris chuckled lowly to herself, placing the tomatoes inside of the pit along with the meat, beans, rice, and shrimp. "The fact that you sit here and ask me that just lets me know...mama. You graduated at the top of your class as number one from both high school and college, so please, please don't play dumb with me right now." Paris stated sternly, looking at her mother's face.

Her light brown eyes shining from impact of the overhead island counter lights.

Paris shook her head and turned back around towards the food she was preparing.

"I don't even know what made you wanna talk about the situation, knowing good and damn well you do not like Isaac. And that's even more shame right there. How in the hell do you not like your own son? Don't you think that's odd mama?" Paris turned around to face her mother once again.