"Shits always been hectic, damning, and vile between the two of them. On and off a volatile relationship neither of them could stand, nor understand." -Malcolm Stewart
"So, is mama coming home soon?" Latavia innocent voice speaks upon her father's ears.
Malcolm looks over his shoulder at his daughter, pausing from packing his overnight bag. Latavia had wanted to come home with her father and spend time with Malcolm before he was to return to the hospital, and so far, all she could talk and think about was her mother.
Her and Paris's relationship was that of one word to be described-- unbreakable. Nothing between the two could break them apart and make them think differently of the other, as it would be completed and inconsiderable.
"Yes, baby girl. The doctor wants to keep an eye on her for a while and run more tests, just to make sure she keeps her blood pressure down, that the gunshot wound isn't taking any toll on her, and that she can properly heal and keep the baby healthy." Malcolm grabs ahold of Latavia's forehead, bringing it to his and planting a kiss on it.
Malcolm looks down at his baby girl and gives her an assuring smile. "Don't worry about ya' mama, okay? She's gone be fine and she's doin' good. She's a fighter, always have been,"
Latavia nods her head and smiles, pulling her dad into a tight embrace.
"Woah! Aye, kiddo, you've got a strong ass grip on you." Malcolm chuckles, rubbing the back of his daughter's head.
Latavia giggles and lets go of her dad's waist. "I'm sorry. Just... keep mom safe, okay? I know you've been doing that for forever, but I just want her and the baby to be safe and just fine."
"Don't worry baby girl. I got her and I got y'all... now lets go before ya' auntie starts to worry too damn much and starts blowin' up my phone."
As they begin to walk out of Malcom and Paris's room, heading outside of the house and locking the double doors, Latavia turns around on her heels and faces her dad, her hands standing in the pockets of her jacket.
"Are auntie Jules and uncle August like dating or something?"
Malcolm raises an eyebrow and a chuckle leaves his mouth, placing his suitcase into the truck of his truck. "Why you ask that baby girl?"
"Because I heard them having sex last night." Latavia bluntly states as she climbs into the passenger seat of the car.
A taste of throw up fills Malcolm's mouth as he swallows the taste back down his throat. "Uhh..." He trails off, sticking a piece of gum in his mouth.
"Ooh, may I have one, please?" She asks politely, holding her hand out to her father.
"Uhh yeah." He hands Latavia a stick of gum and starts the truck, turning the heat on semi-full blast. "But, if you must know, little nosy, they are datin' I guess."
"I heard her say to mama one day that they used to mess around a long time ago. They were talkin' about something like... he was having sex with Danielle before they did. Was Danielle like...?" She asks curiously, side-eyeing Malcolm's facial expression as he drove to Jules's house.
"Yes, if you're wondering, your aunt was one of those females nonetheless. Why are you asking me all of this?" He asks, his curiosity of peaking heavily.
Latavia shrugs her shoulder and stares out her side of the window. "I kind of figured she used to be that way. I mean, you don't get that much booty from having just two kids."
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Big Mistake 2
Ficción General'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...
