"There is no single moment in life where a man ever tells his significant other when he's falling out of love... but with the look in his eyes, the way he walks, and the way he dresses... there is a simple no deny." -Yamesia
Next day...
The smooth aroma of bacon, pancakes, and eggs being fixed flutters its way throughout the Stewart household. It was a calm, lovely Monday morning and everyone was getting ready for breakfast, then to leave and start the week off wonderfully.
Paris and Malcolm are both still in shock by Octavia being pregnant at fifteen, but more so hurt that it's by their nephew Julian. They had installed much faith in the both of them that they would come to either of them, as well as Jules, and speak their minds.
Paris, Malcolm, Jules, and Roderick knows what it's like to be afraid of delivering harmful news to your parents about what's been going on in your life personally. But, they tried to make a difference in having their relationship with their kids much more better than what they experienced.
Jules decided to take Julian to the doctor so they could run a few tests on him in spite of any diseases, and she encouraged both Paris and Malcolm to do the same.
But Paris did not oblige, and spoke up to say that if her daughter was diseased than the doctor would have told them that day they all found out.
Jules just only wanted to make sure they had not been in danger with coming into contact with any diseases at all, since they had obviously been having unprotected sex.
"Come eat!" Paris yells through the house's intercom in the kitchen. Shutting off the stove, Malcolm enters the kitchen to help his wife prepare the table.
"Good morning," He speaks, kissing Paris on her cheek, then lips.
"Mmm, good morning." She says in complete awe of Malcolm's changing attitude.
He chuckles then smacks her behind as he exits the kitchen with the play's of pancakes in one hand, and bacon in the other.
Putting the blueberry muffins in the basket, Paris grabs the bowl of eggs and exits the kitchen right when Malcolm walks back in.
"Anything else other than the orange juice?" Malcolm shouts from the kitchen.
"Uhh, just the grape juice since no one in this family drinks apple juice like they used to."
"Well of course. Me and ma' son allergic, woman." Malcolm says as he enters the dining room with the jug of orange juice and grape juice.
Eric, Latavia, and Octavia are already seated at the table... but oddly quiet. Latavia is tending to her newly done nails, while Eric is seen texting on his phone.
Neither of them made eye contact with the other, only Eric and Latavia did so but once. They had not been making any physical, or verbal communication and contact with Octavia after finding out about her pregnancy.
The first time around when Latavia was speaking to her big sister, it was out of her mind being attached to Josh being the father. Even Eric thought so himself, but didn't want to believe his very best friend would seduce his sister right under his nose and impregnate her.
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Big Mistake 2
General Fiction'To be, or not to be'... is the quote a lot of marriages go by. Once you and your loved one are married, you two have embarked on a journey of love, hope, God, and an eternal life to share. But, how many marriages you know go by this certain sacred...