Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1585

Conner Brightmoon.

The baby’s name was finally settled, and to everyone’s surprise, it was Maja who picked it. Conner couldn’t help but feel a bit miffed—he’d secretly hoped to choose the name himself. But looking at his wife’s tired, glowing face, and then at their newborn daughter, he realized he already had everything he could ever want: Annie, and now their little girl. What was a name, anyway? He let Maja have this one.

Life rarely lets one person have all the luck.

Maja held the baby gently, gazing out at the night sky where a perfect full moon was shining down. She seemed lost in thought. “Let’s call her Brightmoon,” she said softly.

“Conner Brightmoon?” Annie echoed, turning to her husband as if to ask what he thought. It was their daughter after all.

Conner thought about how their girl had arrived on a night just like this, with the moon round and silver above them. It felt right. He nodded.

Maja looked down at the tiny bundle in her arms and smiled.

Since ancient times, the full moon has held everyone’s hopes and dreams. On this moonlit night, their daughter became Brightmoon.

Conner Brightmoon—the little wish the Nettleton family never knew they needed.

After Maja left, Conner picked up his daughter, leaned in close to her sleepy face, and whispered, “You know, your aunt really has a knack for names. When my girl says Brightmoon, it just sounds so sweet.”

Annie watched them, reached out, and gently tapped her daughter’s nose. Her voice was soft and warm. “Brightmoon, Mommy hopes you can bring a little sunshine to your aunt’s heart.”

“Why just her aunt?” Conner piped up. “What about her parents? Don’t we need a little sunshine too?”

Annie shot him a look, her tone teasing. “Do you need warming up?”

“My heart does.”

“What’s wrong with your heart?”

Halfway through the meal, Hansen raised his glass. “Bruce used to be able to go drink for drink with me. Andre, I’ve never seen what you can do. Leo, you’re young—think you can take down your dad and uncle tonight?”

Leo grinned, grabbed a bottle of whiskey from near the door, and called out, “Dad, Uncle, Grandpa—tonight, the Cedillo men are going head to head. Let’s see who’s still standing at the end.”

Hansen snorted. “Kid, I’ve been drinking since before you were born. Don’t underestimate your old man.”

Bruce smiled as Leo uncorked the bottle. He realized he’d reached the age where you challenge your son to a holiday drinking contest.

Andre handed over his glass, watching his nephew pour everyone a drink.

But Henry, always on alert for anything interesting, spotted the drinks being passed around.

Henry had a chicken drumstick in one hand and a crunchy cucumber stick in the other, eating with both hands and a look of pure glee. The moment he saw the glasses, he shoved the cucumber into his mouth, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, and stretched out his empty little hand for his own glass. With his mouth full, he mumbled, “Brother, I want some too!”