Big Mistake 2

It's Heartache and Pain

"There's always an issue to divide us both between not just each other, but our kids as well. Lately, the love and attention has been there, present as the main day. But my heart isn't there anymore, thanks to the pain you've put me through." -Paris Vaughn-Stewart

Two months later...

Biting into her apple, Paris flips through an Essence magazine looking at different new black artists, and old ones from two thousand and fifteen to now.

She was awaiting with Latavia and Octavia at the doctor's office. It was time for their three month checkups, and she could sense the nervousness from her daughters seeping off of them. She didn't know why they seemed to be so anxious, well she knew of Latavia's reason. She hated the doctors and was never at ease when it came to visiting one.

As for Octavia, her behavior had been off for a while and Paris knew exactly why. She just had yet to confront her daughter on what she knew.

Over the last two months, things have been a bit calm in the Stewart's household. Paris couldn't have asked for more. Her and Malcolm have been attending their normal counseling sessions, but most of his have been normally private due to Doctor Fisher wanting his intake on how he has been dealing with the back and forth to court, battling with trying to keep Naveeya in jail.

As for Paris, and their entire family, everyone has had Malcolm's back through the court situation and dealing with his own emotions. He has admitted that without their support he would have probably killed himself already.

Paris hated for when he mentioned the thought of suicide. It gave her instant icy cold chills throughout her entire body.

But lately, she's been doing her best at keeping calm and talking Malcolm out of his trapped mind of madness. As far as she goes privately, Paris is more than overwhelmed and happy that things have become more stabilized and heart warming.

But there was another session her and Malcolm had to attend at their house with Doctor Fisher, and her nerves were flying through the roof of the building at the moment. But reading a good magazine with many of sexy, masculine men inside and chewing on a soft juicy, sweet apple, she was trying to calm down.

"Latavia and Octavia Stewart." A nurse calls them from standing in the doorway.

Placing the magazine down and tossing the eaten apple into the nearby garbage can, Paris and her daughters proceed into one of the back rooms.

The nurse, Lisa McMiller, handed Latavia and Octavia each a cup to pee in while Paris rested down on a chair inside of the room.

She could sense a greenish look on Octavia's face and shakes her head, her lips twisted to the side of her face. She was upset that her daughter was in this typical situation, and especially how she was so uncomfortable to come forth and tell her. Since Octavia and Malcolm's relationship is at a detestable stage, she can't help that the secret she's keeping is hindering their relationship with one another.

Once she first got pregnant with Maureece, her and Malcolm both aimed to have their kids more comfortable with them to where they were able to come forth to them and be honest about any and every situation they were facing and felt more than unsure about.

Once Octavia and Latavia returned to the room, they both quietly settled on the bed next to one another and engaged in small conversation.  Paris had noticed their lack of normal voice talking, but she was not about to pressure her kids into saying anything they don't want to talk about... at least not yet.

"Alright, I am Doctor Jones. I'll be filling in for Doctor Rivera since she's away on vacation." Doctor Jones said as he entered the room.

Paris smiles and extends her hand out to his. "Mrs. Stewart, I am the loving mother of these two beautiful girls."