Big Mistake 2

Cold Turning Stones

"The cold hard truth is a difficult pill to swallow and digest. But, at least there are no more secrets kept bound and we can move on freely... or can we?" -Yamesia

"So, what about this one? I like the red creamy color look. As well as the texture of it," Paris says to Malcolm. They were currently shopping for room colors to decorate their newborn child-- which no one else knew about at the moment.

Even though they were also supposed to be shopping for Octavia's baby as well, she requested for Paris and Malcolm to wait until the gender of the baby would be revealed.

While they were maintaining to have free time on their hands between caring for home, and their businesses, they wanted to shop around freely without a single care in the world.  But, they were also indeed being cautious of their surroundings, who was looking from the outside in on their lives-- basically making the absolute care of being in total discreet.

Even though they've told Milianna, Kendrick, and having Jules find out her for herself, they are remaining to keep it a secret until they form an abrasive plan with Octavia.

For the last two weeks, her stomach has been growing and soon she'll be showing. And Paris could tell that the mood swings, morning sickness, and tiredness was already beginning to settle in.

Octavia was very moody, angry, hungry, and pertained to have a vile attitude with any and everyone who came at her with the slightest squeeze of being unkind.  Bottom line, she's upset about being pregnant at her age but Paris and Malcolm both informed Octavia that she and Julian made the decision on their own, and must take responsibility for they actions.

Paris and Malcolm wanted to make sure she had the healthiest pregnancy. Anything involving stress and anxiety would be prevented. But, once the happy couple lets it out that they're expecting, they know Octavia won't be pleased with the news.

Malcolm peers over his wife's shoulders and sighs, nodding his head. "This is a good unisex color ta' me. I truthfully don't care what we get--"

"Nah, nah, don't say that. You said that when I got pregnant with Latavia and then refused the colors I introduced to you. Plus, mom said it was cute," Paris says, rolling her eyes playfully as she mentioned her mother-in-law.

Malcolm mean mugs his wife and slaps her softly on the behind, jiggling her butt in his hand as he made her body jerk up and she sent a playful slap to Malcolm's arm as hard as she could.

"Y'all women always agree wit' each other. Matta' fact, since mama know, why you ain't bring her instead of me?"

Paris's eyes bulge from their sockets as she turns around to face her husband, her left hand on her hip and her right hand gripping the bar handle of the basket.

"Why would you tell her?! I told you not to!" She semi-yells in the store, catching the attention of other shoppers.

Malcolm grabs Paris's hand and kisses it, then kisses her forehead. "I'm sorry, baby. I am... I know you wanted to wait, but I couldn't. I'm just excited as fuck about this baby of mine you carrying once again!"

Paris rolls her eyes again and tries effortlessly to hide her smile, but it fails.

"Aww, come on. Smile for big daddy Malcolm,"

Paris hands Malcolm the look of playful disgust and drags her eyes up and down his body. "Here you go again wit' this 'big daddy' shit,"

"You know I'm the man. Always have been the man, and always will be,"