The Unusual Suspects Book 2

Justin

"Man...that felt good as hell." I said after me and Suki went for this jog in the park and we were beginning to stretch afterwards.                                "And did! I see you really be on it when it comes to that body." she said to me.    
"I could say the same to you." I told her and she smiled.                                                
"Of course, because when they try to play me, I be like what surgery?? This all natural and disciplined." she said and we both laughed. I had to admit, baby's body was cold. She was a mixture of thick and muscular. Though she was thick in all places that mattered, she was also  toned too. Her phone rang so she paused on stretching as I continued. I could tell by her body language something was definitely off right now.   "You good shorty?" I asked her.                  
"Sort of...not really." she said.                     
"Talk to me." I said as I walked up to her.
"My son's father is talking crazy. I guess since he's changed around his life and is now a pastor, he's trying to downplay me as a mother because I'm not like him. It's frustrating." she said as she let out a loud sigh. We sat down on the bench and I turned to her.                            
"So...talk to me, Im listening."
" It's like once you're an addict, everyone always sees you as such. I busted my ass to get and stay clean. Cleans myself up, goes to college, finds a legit hobby and turned it into a thriving business. But because I don't go to church every single Sunday, nor push it onto him, I'm somehow an unfit mother." You can tell the shit was getting to her because she actually looked flustered.              "His version of an unfit parent and God's version of one are two different things. I've met worse people in church than I've ever met on the block. It doesn't change the caliber of person that you are. But sometimes we have to look at the person in question. You said yourself that he was an addict as well. You've both come so far and went in opposite directions. He chose to be a man of the cloth, maybe that's how he copes, I don't know. You chose to be about your money, there's nothing wrong with that. Change is inevitable, but how you get there is for none of us to judge. Don't allow another human to make you feel inferior, based upon their perception. I remember I went to the scared straight program when I was like 10, the prayer that inmate spoke over me was more touching than anything a pastor has ever said in the pulpit. Your attendance to church or the lack thereof doesn't equate to the relationship that you have with the Lord. Don't let anybody ever tell you different." I told her and she stared in my eyes for a few moments silently.                     
"Thank you! I'm sorry, I didn't expect to hear none of that from you." We both laughed a little bit.                                           
"As long as you got the message, the messenger doesn't even matter for real. But I just never saw you upset before. You're so positive and I hate that the negativity took over. Your energy shifted. But Queen, there's never a need for that. You know who you are and what you stand for. Don't allow someone who doesn't see that in you, make you feel any type of way. I don't care if it's me, don't do that." I told her and she smiled.                   "You're good at this." she said.                    
"I've done a lot of fucking up, so there was times I needed to hear the exact same thing. I'm telling you what I needed and hopefully you understand and apply it." She leaned over and kissed me and then she put her head down for a second. I tilted her head up.
"Don't do that, your head should always be held high. You're a Queen, don't let a soul tell you different. I don't give a fuck who you used to be or what you used to do. What matters is what you do after the mistake. You've done everything to turn your life around. Fuck society! And fuck anyone who doesn't see the work you put in." I told her.                                     
"Okayyy. So I think I like him." I heard a voice say from behind me, we both turned and looked in her direction and without a doubt this has to be her mother.                                                                 "What are you doing here?" Suki asked her and she smiled.                                        
"Oh no, is that how they're greeting their mommas nowadays?" she said.   
"My apologies, no. Just haven't seen you in...well you know." she said standing up and hugging her mom.          
"You know you're a creature of habit, I can always find you Love." she said to her. She said as they pulled apart.          
"Excuse me for being rude, Mom, this is Justin, Justin this is my mom." she said as I extended my hand to her.                      
"Hello ma'am." I said.                                     
"No need to be formal. I thoroughly enjoyed how you spoke to her." she said as she shook my hand and laughed a little. "I'm glad you were raised correctly. Speaking life into someone is a different type of endearment." she stated. I nodded at that.                                 
"My mother would be so thrilled to hear that." I said jokingly.                                       
"Is Dr. Hayes your mom?" she asked me. 
"She is." I said to her.                                          "Well okay Suki, better choices I see. Your mom actually did my surgery on my thyroid, you have her eyes and her demeanor. Very sweet lady."        "Thank you." I said to her.                          
"So...I know you didn't come out here just to shoot the proverbial breeze with me. What's going on mom?" Suki said. 
"Let me give yall a minute." I said excusing myself from this awkward moment. I went and walked to the car and took a seat. I could tell from their body language something weird was for sure going on here, but I don't know what it was. I hope shorty is okay. I just watched from this distance and kept myself mentally ready for anything that may come at this point.