Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Henry's eyes sparkled, clear as crystal, darting from scene to scene. Nobody had ever taught him, but this tiny kid suddenly shouted, "I love Daddy and Mommy!"

Mia burst out laughing, and Andre did too.

"I love my husband and my son," Mia declared with a grin.

"I love my Chad... and our son," Molly added.

The first part sent a wave of happiness through Chad, and he decided to ignore the last bit. He pulled Molly into his arms and kissed her right there.

That just left Anya, standing at the top of the hill, staring at her boyfriend as he shot her a look. Her aunts had all said their piece-she was the only one left. "I, I, I..." she stammered.

Leo couldn't resist teasing her. "What's with the stuttering? Spit it out already."

Anya leaned over and whispered, "Can I just say, 'I love the babies'?"

Leo grinned, "You tell me!"

With no way out, Anya shouted, "I love Chad!" at the top of her lungs.

Leo finally looked satisfied. Even though Ms. Anya had been dragged into it, the Cedillo family never cared about how things happened, just that they happened.

"Alright, your turn!" the three women said, turning their eyes on the men.

Mia nudged, "Hurry up! Didn't you see our little guy show you how it's done?"

Henry, their sweet little man, still sat on his dad's shoulders, his tiny hands gently holding Andre's face. "Daddy-" he cooed.

One by one, the men shouted out their declarations, too. After a moment, Andre swung his clever son back onto his shoulders and took Mia's hand as they started down the mountain.

On the way, they stumbled on a patch of wild strawberries. Mia wanted to bring some home for everyone to taste, so Andre set Henry down, and the three guys used Molly's sunhat as a basket, filling it with berries.

The whole trip up and down the mountain took three hours.

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By the time they made it back, Henry was bawling, hot tears streaking his cheeks. Grandpa Hansen rushed over and scooped up his little grandson, his heart aching. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Why are you crying again? Did Andre pick on you? Grandpa will have a word with him."

Mia explained, "No, Dad, Henry's just tired. It's so hot today, and he couldn't get comfy enough to nap in our arms, so he's been fussy." With no way to sleep, all the poor kid could do was cry. Mia fanned him with a big leaf she'd picked, but with temps close to ninety, even the

breeze was warm.

Henry snuggled into Grandpa's shoulder, rubbing his eyes and letting out another wail.

Hansen hurried inside with him.noveldrama

They split the wild strawberries among the families.

Meanwhile, Wayne was at home crying too. He hadn't seen his mom all day, wouldn't drink his formula, wouldn't eat his eggs—the little guy who was usually an angel had turned into a total crybaby.

It wasn't until Molly walked in, calling, "Mom, Dad, I'm home! Is my sweetie asleep?" that he really let her know how he felt.

Molly dropped everything and rushed over to scoop her son off the couch. "Oh,

my poor baby boy. Mommy's here! Have you been crying?"

With her son in her arms, Molly-still sweaty from the walk-headed straight for the bathroom. Chad was in the shower while she fed Wayne. Before long, Chad came out,

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Wayne's belly was full, and the little guy curled up in his dad's arms, twisting around to keep an eye on his mom.