Big Mistake 2

Unconditionally Loved

"Beautiful. Persistent. Ambitious. Amiable. Considerate. Passionate. Exuberant. Philosophical. The perfect words to describe such an imperfect woman..." -Malcolm Stewart

Fifteen weeks later...

"Brandon, pass me his bag please." Paris asks Brandon, switching her son over into her left arm.

"Yes ma'am. Where is Malcolm at?" Brandon asks, growing impatient of being Paris's helper for over four hours.

Paris had given birth to a boy, Zion Tyrese Stewart, ten weeks ago right around the time Malcom's kidnapping charges were being appealed. They're still currently awaiting trial on the murder charge, but they know exactly what's going to happen with that one as well-- an appeal.

The kidnapping charges were thrown out due to lack of evidence and no bodies being found. As well as the burning of the building both women were in were sought as an official case of arson, but Malcolm was dropped as a potential suspect due to his alibi during the time of the arson.

Since Malcolm had admitted to kidnapping both women and killing Devionne, police had decided to do an advanced investigation to see if Malcolm were ever near the building on the night of the fire. Looking back at camera footage from hotel he was staying at during the time, they checked the time of the fire and noticed Malcolm had entered the hotel an hour before and never left for the entire night.

Paris was an angry woman in an outrage that her husband was being acquitted on all charges brought against him. He had admitted to the crimes and she felt a suitable punishment should have been in pursuit.

She had dropped all amounts of faith that the two would ever get back together and decided on going through with the separation papers, and maybe divorcing him within the next year. Malcolm complied with his wife's wishes and hoped that she would be able to forgive him for the devious acts he had committed, for he was on the road to recovery himself in accepting the fact that he was not mentally well and acted as such a person who did not believe in the Lord himself.

"He'll be here soon. Hey, go see if Eric is awake. I have to take him to the doctor later on," Paris says to Brandon, sitting on the bed with Zion sleeping peacefully in her arms.

"How the hell do you break your leg in two different places, and tear both ligaments in your knee. Basketball is too dangerous for people these days." Brandon complains, shaking his head as he exits her bedroom.

During the time that Paris and Malcolm had separated, the baby was born, Malcolm bought a new house for himself and whenever the kids came to stay with him, and Eric seemed to have lost his way with playing his favorite sport. An innocent game of basketball with his friends turned into the worst nightmare he wanted to awake from.

Paris chuckles and shakes her head at Brandon, setting her son down in between two medium size pillows next to her. Her fifth child and third son, she was already in love with the person she know he'd become with just a bit of guidance from his parents.

"There he is." Brandon says as he enters the room again with Eric tailing behind him.

"Yes ma'am?" Eric asks as he enters the room slowly, the one crutch he held on to to keep his balance for both legs, his right arm in a cast.

"You know your appointment is today, or did you forget again?" Paris asks her son, eyeballing him intensely.

Eric rolls his eyes and nods his head. He had been out of school for an entire week due to his intense injuries, and being a senior was not a good look if he wanted to impress his principal on his newly modified behavior.