It'll Come Naturally

"Ha ha! I was just joking around with him. That escalated quickly." Leena could not help but laugh. She jumped off the swing, walked towards them, and finally sat down.

"Just ignore him. He's been in a bad mood these days since you asked him to be a model. Why do you still try badgering him? Of course he's pissed." Daisy took a look at Leena helplessly. She just didn't get why Leena and her son couldn't get along.

"It's not my fault. He talked to me first." Leena picked up a small piece of cake and popped it in her mouth. She was not worried that Justin might really hate her. They always bantered back and forth. It was always a game of wits, nothing serious. She just figured she'd give him tíme. He was young, after all. That was just how they were with each other. Always poking, trying to get a rise out of the other.

"You're not a kid anymore. So why don't you grow up and stop making fun of him. He's a child." Belinda did not know what to do with them, either. Those two had fought like cats and dogs since she met them.

"But he's so cute when he's mad," Leena protested. She didn't even try to hide it, the little minx. She just liked making fun of Justin. She always couldn't see why it was so wrong.

"Would you listen to yourself? In the future, he might fight back in a way you don't like. He is his father's son." Though it was her son who was bullied, Daisy didn't want to come between them. No actual threats were made, and she trusted Leena, so she just let them be. But she felt she needed to warn Leena. Her kid was quite precocious, and given to scheming. She didn't want it to cross over from harmless fun into something worse.

"Ha! He's a kid, what could he do?" Leena was not worried at all. She was adaptable, after all. She wasn't worried at all about what he might do when he was older. Justin played around, though he looked kind of bored. He was extremely handsome as a young boy could be, not to mention he looked cute with his angry face.

"What happened, Justin?" Duke asked. He'd just come back from outside with a basket full of oranges.

"Uncle Duke, will you help me if I tell you who bullied me?" Justin's eyes lit up suddenly. He hung all his hopes on Duke defending him.

"Of course I'll help you, as long as you're not messing with my sister." Duke cracked a smile. He reached out and mussed up Justin's hair affectionately.

"Never mind," he said, mood darkening again. Again, Justin was frustrated. It was written all over his face. He decided not to ask Duke for help and cursed himself being a fool. He knew that Uncle Duke would never side with him over his own sister. Everyone knew that. So why did he even ask? He was barking up the wrong tree on that one.

"So, what did she do this time?" He laughed, though not unkindly. "Do I have to give her a spanking?" Duke found it both funny and annoying. He wondered what happened this time. There was never a dull moment with those two.

"Then, can you make her stop bothering me about being a model, Uncle Duke? I don't want to be on stage," Justin asked, blinking his big eyes. Maybe his uncle could talk to her, at least.

"Then, can you tell me why you don't want to to her model?" Duke squatted and asked him in a serious tone. He always treated Justin like he was his son, and there were times like this he was extremely happy that he would be a father.

"I'm not a clown, and I don't want people to laugh at me. Besides, I don't know how to do any of that, and I don't want to," Justin mumbled. He was really upset now.

"Oh, is that all? Let's look at it this way. You're not just being part of a fashion show, you're helping Auntie Leena do her job. You're not a model, you're just giving your aunt a hand. See how that works?" Duke smiled and comforted Justin. Although Justin was still a small child, he had his own ideas and thoughts, and was very independent. He'd definitely grow up to be a clever man.

"Okay..." Justin tilted his head a bit and started thinking about it seriously. Duke decided to help him along on that.

"Of course! Just think about it; Auntie Leena would be happy if you help her with her show. What's more, it might even be a big hit. And it will all be because of you. How does that sound?" Duke continued to butter him up. He was a child, after all. A child was always pure and innocent. The key was to find something that mattered to him.

"You're right, Uncle Duke. I think I get it now. I promise that I'll be a good boy and help Auntie Leena with her show." Justin had finally figured it out. Finally, he was happy again, and all smiles.

"Alright! Go off and play, now." Duke finally sighed in relief. He was worried that it might be difficult to convince him. Sometimes he was so stubborn. He was not an ordinary child, after all. Sometimes he thought about things more deeply than the adults. Duke was happy that Justin accepted his explanations and decided to help Leena. It was the right thing for the kid, and the right thing for Leena.

It was not an ordinary day. There was a special patient at Tom's hospital. Why was this patient special? She headed directly to Tom's office, and refused to be examined by other doctors.

"What are you doing here? I'm not running a mall. You can't just walk in here." Tom put the film on the desk and looked at Patricia, frowning.

"Huh! Of course I can. Or is your hospital off-limits to me? If I didn't need your help, I wouldn't be here." Patricia was annoyed. She didn't brake fast enough, and crashed into a guardrail. It was lucky she wasn't in a real race, otherwise the other contestants would have smashed into her as well. Then she'd be in a world of hurt. Right now she was a little banged up, and nothing hurt worse than her pride.

"There are other hospitals and doctors. You don't have to come to me." Tom would never talk to her if she were not Leena's friend. As it was, she was trying his patience.000000