Big Mistake 2

He's Recharged: Part Two

"I'm not about to lose my life and my family over this bitch. She ain't even worth this shit... ain't no bitch worth them anyway." -Malcolm Stewart

As Malcolm shuts the locked house door behind him, his phone begins to vibrate in his pocket signaling that he has a text message. Before he and Paris could begin their morning stretch routine, and jog into downtown.

"You ready to get that ass dusted, Mrs. Stewart?" Malcolm taunts Paris as they begin to do their moderate stretches.

Grunting, Paris chuckles while bending both of her legs inward towards her lower backside. "On the contrary, Mr. Stewart, are you ready to get that pretty little ass of yours dusted today?"

Malcolm chuckles and bends over to stretch his back. "You must've thought wrong, my beloved wife." Standing to his feet, they march out their steps and count out loud until they reach fifty.

As they begin to do more stretches, they finish four stretches after counting each time to the number fifty.  Then they settle for a one hundred squats to finish off, then begin their run.

Since they met one another over twenty years ago, Malcolm and Paris developed their healthy and active lifestyle because the both of them were scared of gaining weight due to the constant health issues that ran through the both of their families.

Precious was a diabetic her entire life, and still refused to take care of herself even after the doctor presumed it to be possibly fatally ill.  Malcolm did not want his wife to go through those issues, but even so without being over weight many health issues can arise.

Which is the two of them have always taken precaution to the food they eat, and the amount of exercise that they must do to stay in shape.  Luckily, they got their kids in the best shape of their lives-- until Octavia begins to blow up within the next months due to her pregnancy.

"So... I really need to tell you something before we go. I mean, we can start walking now, but I have to get this off my chest." Paris says to her husband, her eyes ridden of seriousness.

Malcolm already knew what she was ready to say, so the nervous feeling she had did not feed into his.  His intuition when it came to the specific truth was never doubted... especially after four times.

They exit their home's gate, water bottles in hand, and sweat towels draped over their shoulders.  They begin their journey into the big city that they're residents in.

Five silent minutes into the walk, with the five o'clock morning sun beginning to beam down on the both of them, Malcolm finally decides to break the ice of talk. "So what's up, baby? What's botherin' you?"

"Well... I think that I may be pregnant."

They both halt in their tracks and Malcolm's smile begins to spread widely. "I know you are. You've been glowing magnificently hard. You're a lil' more moodier, but then again you transform into such a beautiful angel. Your hips are spreading wider again, your little pudge is beginning to grow, and your horniness is like..." He whistles while raising his hand high in the air.

Tapping her chin, she smiles at her husband and shrugs her shoulders lightly. "So... you knew already."

"Like I did the last three times, yeah. Matta' fact, I knew the very first time when you got pregnant. I mean, I'm a lil' surprised because I didn't think you'd want another baby right now. Especially with our kids bein' in high school and college now."

"No, I don't care about any of that. A baby is a definite miracle, it's just that there will now be two little ones running around the house." Paris cheeses, holding two fingers up in the air. She wanted to appear as being happy about Octavia having a baby, but she was more upset and disappointed more than anything.