"The baby is okay Davis. Calm down." Cynthia said as he paced back in forth in the hospital.
"Okay but my son is still missing! Don't tell me to calm down!" He yelled.
"Sir. Please have a seat." The receptionist said , but Davis refused.
"I know my grand baby is missing. We'll find him. We will find him." Carol said rocking back and forth.
Brayden was only one. Davis blames himself for letting Malia go home without him.
"Who was watching Brayden that night?" Cynthia asked.
"Uh. Malia's mom."
Hearing that made Cynthia frown.
Davis continued, "She called me once she got home and told me everything was fine , but when I came home my wife was laying on the floor with blood everywhere."
"Did Rachael see anyone suspicious outside of your house? Cynthia asked Davis referring to Malia's adopted mom.
"I don't know. I have spoken to her. My baby's fine but where is my other one?"
"The police is helping. Don't worry. We got this." Carol said hugging her son.
He cried , he didn't know what to do.
"Davie please—"
"Please what?! I can't calm down! I can't do anything. I'm devastated right now. Just please let me be."
They went weeks and weeks without Brayden. Missing posters were everywhere. They had no clue where to look. This little boy is only a one year old going on two.
Nobody really spoke about it and whenever someone did, Davis would lash out.
Malia gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and named her Paisley.
Malia didn't want to go by that name because she was too used to her adoption name.
"Pay. Pay." Malia smiles as Davis held the newborn.
"What?" He asked.
"Her nickname can be PayPay." Malia looked at the little infant as she played with her small fingers.
"She's beautiful." Cynthia said smiling.
"Want to hold her?" Malia asked.
"Oh. Why yes I would." She responded picking up little Paisley. "You didn't have to name her Paisley you—"
"I wanted to. That name is pretty and it's special. Just like her." Malia smiled.
Cynthia couldn't believe she was holding her grand baby. She was happy she was here for this one. Her heart goes out to the Welkins' hoping they'd find their first baby , Brayden.
More weeks went by and still no sign of their beloved.
At this point , Davis wanted to give up , but he still searched for his baby boy.
"Davis please. Can you turn that computer off?" Malia whined.
He was up at four in the morning posting on all social media of pictures and his baby and all the information.
"Malia how can you sleep when our son is missing?! You cannot just forget about him!!" He yelled turning back to the computer.
She stood up and walked over to him , "Davis , I haven't been able to sleep since I had Paisley. Do not start with me!"
"How am I starting with you? What the fuck did I do? Are you blaming me for him missing?!" Davis yelled.
"No I'm not—"
"I should be blaming you! You should've been more careful going home that night!!"
Tears fell down her face as anger grew over her. "What the hell? Davis I was pregnant! I was by myself with a toddler and pregnant! You! You out of all people should made sure I got home safely!!"
A knock on the door by carol causes them to lower their voices. "Is everything okay?"
Malia wipes her face, "Everything's fine mom."
She climbed back into the bed and cried silently. She was as devastated as Davis was , but he didn't understand that. She's the one who carried him for nine long months! She should be hurting the most and needs the most comfort. Davis was putting the blame on everyone , but never really thought about what he could've did to make that night different.
The next morning, Malia over heard Cynthia on the phone.
"Who was that?" She asked folding her arms.
Cynthia set her phone down. "Uh it was a friend."
"A friend? Since when did you have friends?"
Cynthia smiled. "Since Carol's birthday dinner."
"Oh my gosh mom! You met someone? Tell me about him." Malia smiled.
"Oh honey , you already know way too much about him." Cynthia shook her head.
"Wait- Mom... don't tell me—"
"It's Davon."
Malia slapped her forehead, "How could you fall back into his trap?!"
"I don't know Malia. I had a few glasses of wine , I'm pretty sure he did too and one thing led to another and—"
"Oh no. You didn't have sex in Carol's house did you?"
Cynthia nodded with guilt.
"Mom!" Malia fussed.
"What? I'm grown okay. He started it." She laughed.
Davis came downstairs dressed in a suit.
"Interview?" Cynthia asked.
"No I'm going down to the police station and I'm going to ask some reporters could I be on the news." He said fixing his tie. He didn't give Malia a glance. He was still upset with her from last night.
"Okay. Good luck sweetie." Cynthia said. She felt the tension in the room also. "You're not going to speak to your wife?"
"Mom it's fine don't bother." Mali said rolling her eyes.
"I'll see you later Ms.Cyn." Davis said hugging her while leaving.
Malia was teary eyed. "See that's what I mean. He's been like that for months."
Cynthia comforted her daughter the best she could. "I'm sorry honey. He's just going through a tough time."
"Okay I am too! Like Brayden is my son also! You don't see me picking fights with him and pointing the finger!" Malia cried.
"I know babe it's gonna be okay. Go get yourself cleaned up I'll feed Paisley."
After after hours , Davis didn't returns home until midnight.
Malia stayed up all night trying to get Paisley to sleep. Cynthia was with Davon, doing who knows what.
Malia was scared to be alone , that's what she needed her husband for, but he didn't care about her needs.
"Where have you been?" She asked rocking the little baby.
"Out." He said undressing himself.
"Where Davis?" She raises her voice.
"Stop before you wake my baby." He said kissing Paisley.
"Your baby huh? You haven't even held her since I gave birth to her. When are you—"
"When am I what Malia? When am I gonna stop looking for our baby? The one who's been missing for almost a year now? Huh?"
"I don't wanna fight." She said.
"Nah. It seems like you do. Questioning me asking me where I've been like I was or cheating on you!"
"How do I know that Davis? You did before!!"
Anger and rage grew over this man. He grabbed her jaw making her wince in pain.
"I've been looking for my son. That's it. Don't you ever in your life accuse me of cheating." He fussed releasing her jaw.
She laid the baby in the crib and cried filled with pain. "You're nothing like you were in college." She whispered.
"What?" He said walking over to her.
"You've changed." She said.
Davis was raging. Going out of control , this man was crazy.
He grabbed Malia and slammed her on the bed. She smacked her one good time.
She used all her force to push him on the floor and she smacked him back , adding pinching and scratches. "Get the hell out of my house!"
By this time Paisley was wide awake, screaming her lungs out.
"Get the hell out! How dare you put your hands on me!?" She screamed throwing his clothes on the floor from the drawers.
"I'm sorry Malia I didn't mean it. I'm sorry baby." He said trying to hug her.
"Let me go! Let. Me. Go." She cried. She kept hitting him but he stayed glued to her.
She couldn't believe the man she gave her heart to, did the things he did and said the things he said.
She never thought it would lead to this.