Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1614

A quick phone call told them all they needed to know: the plane had landed, but Henry hadn’t even gone home—he’d shifted locations again.

“Henry, you’re busier than your dad these days,” someone teased.

“Busy growing veggies! Super busy!” Henry piped up on the other end of the line.

That evening, Andre picked up his wife and son and brought them back to the Cedillo house. Henry’s little tummy was already stuffed, round as a drum. Hansen gave him a quick hug, but immediately put him down, muttering about how heavy he was getting.

Naomi came out, grinning from ear to ear, holding up a new little backpack. “Mia, look what your big brother and I picked out for Henry. Isn’t it adorable?”

That weekend, Bruce Cedillo actually had a free day—rare as a blue moon. When Naomi wanted to check in on her shop, she made sure Bruce came along for the errand.

After they finished up at the shop, Naomi glanced at the time and suddenly suggested, “Let’s go shopping. Henry’s about to start preschool—he deserves a little surprise.”

Bruce, who usually avoided shopping like the plague, didn’t even grumble. He just nodded and went along.

By the end of their trip, they’d found the cutest sweetie backpack for Henry. Naomi was over the moon. “I knew this was the one the second I saw it—it’s just so him.”

Mia took a look and laughed. “It’s perfect, Naomi. Doesn’t it look just like our little tiger cub?”

She poked her head into the living room. “Henry! Tiger cub?”

No answer. “Henry!”

Still nothing. Mia shouted, “Hey, you little rascal, get out here!”

Out stomped Henry, pouting. “Hey! I keep telling you, I’m not a bunny. I’m a sweetie!”

“Come here, let’s try on your new backpack.”

Andre sighed. “No.”

“Cool, then if nothing’s on fire, I’ll call you tonight,” Mars said, ready to hang up.

As far as Mars was concerned, unless his godson had been kidnapped again, everything else could wait. Whatever he was dealing with now was top priority.

He hung up, then turned to the woman sitting across from him. “Come on, we were both drunk. It was mutual. We’ve been broken up for years—why are you still stuck on this?”

The woman jabbed a finger at herself. “Arrowood, you got me drunk, dragged me to a hotel, and slept with me. Are you seriously telling me that night meant nothing?”

Mars tapped the table, running through the events of that night in his mind. He’d even gone so far as to pull the bar’s security footage to show her. “See for yourself. You were the one who insisted on drinking with me. You couldn’t hold your liquor and followed me out.”

She huffed. “I only followed you because I trusted a man in uniform. Major Arrowood, some officer you turned out to be—dragging me to a hotel the second I let my guard down?”