Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1601

The car engine shut off, and immediately everyone turned toward the front door.

“Daddy, when I grow up, I’m going to drive too. I’ll pick you up after work,” Henry chattered away, still in his father’s arms as they got out of the car.

Andre Cedillo listened to his son’s sweet promises, feeling both proud and deeply content. Smiling, he shifted Henry onto one arm. “Oh yeah? What kind of car will you drive to come get me?”

Henry drew a huge circle in the air with his little hands. “I’ll drive your favorite car, Daddy! We’ll fly home together!”

Andre couldn’t help but grin wider.

Spotting the men by the door, Henry waved excitedly. “Godfather! Are you all waiting for me?”

Andre set his son down, letting him scamper off on his own.

Asher was fastest, swooping in to scoop Henry up first. He shot Connor Nettleton a smug look, then planted a big kiss on Henry’s chubby cheek, making the little guy’s face squish up in protest.

They all made their way into Mr. Nettleton’s living room.

Mia Irwin asked one of the house staff where Annie was and headed upstairs to find her.

Downstairs, Andre said, “Connor, the light show you put on this year was really something.”

Connor puffed up with pride. “Of course! My daughter’s one-month birthday—gotta go all out!”

Upstairs, Mia and Annie chatted about the party. Annie watched a video on her phone, her eyes shining. “Next year, I’m going for sure. The baby’s just too little this year, but next time, count me in.”

She added, laughing, “I didn’t even dare say anything to Connor. If he knew I wanted to go, he’d probably clear the whole place just so the baby and I could watch in peace.”

The two women laughed and talked while, downstairs, Henry was being passed around from hug to hug, describing everything he’d seen, tasted, and played with that night—cupcakes, cookies, games—his mouth running a mile a minute.

Mia cradled her baby girl, her heart melting as she watched her sleep. “Looking at her, I can’t help but remember when Henry was this small. All chubby and soft and so, so cute.”

“But dragons are little, too,” Henry protested, lips sticking out in a pout.

Mia tried not to laugh. “Well, your dragon brother was already bigger than your sister when he was born.”

Henry blinked, unconvinced, but said nothing.

Andre, standing behind them, chimed in, “That’s a pretty complicated comparison, buddy. Don’t worry about it.”

Sure enough, Henry scrunched up his face, frustrated. “But I do understand!”

Later that night, on the way from the Nettleton’s house to their hotel, Mia cuddled Henry in the back seat and teased, “With a head like yours, your uncle still insists you’re as clever as he is. When Cooper Irwin gets back, I’ll show him just how ‘smart’ his nephew really is!”

Henry piped up, “But I miss Cooper!”