Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1619

“Ah—!” Lizzy squealed as her mom lifted her up, her tiny feet perched on her mom’s thighs, squeaking and giggling at the top of her lungs.

Conner had hired a whole team to help with their daughter, and there were security cameras everywhere at home—he could check on Lizzy any time he wanted.

But ever since she’d learned to shout “Ah,” neither Mr. Nettleton nor Officer Chapman had gotten a decent night’s sleep.

Late at night, Conner, losing his mind, stepped outside and called a friend who’d just wrangled his own son into bed. “Hey, Andre, I need to ask you something.”

“Shoot.”

“My kid will not stop yelling all night. Just ‘ah ah ah’ on repeat. She won’t sleep at all. That’s all I hear in my head now—it’s driving me nuts.”

Andre: “Get used to it.”

Conner: “I can’t! Annie’s losing her patience too. She can’t bring herself to scold Lizzy, so she takes it out on me instead.”

After her shower, Mia came out and asked her husband, “Who was that?”

“Conner. Lizzy’s been yelling all night and won’t sleep.”

Mia held out her hand. “Give me the phone. Let me talk to him.”

She was the veteran mom, after all—she’d raised Henry from day one! Mia’s bag of parenting tricks worked so well that Annie started calling her all the time, which helped ease the nerves of a new mom.

One day, Molly was munching on a popsicle and said, “Mia, you should write a manual. I bet Anya’s going to need it someday.”

Anya, still in her graduation gown and nibbling ice cream, blushed bright red. “Auntie, that’s a bit early for me!”

Molly took another bite. “Early or not, you’ll need it eventually.”

But by evening, when a gentle breeze picked up and the air cooled, he was bouncing off the walls again.

“Henry’s blazing the trail for us this year. Next year, I’ll send Wayne too,” Molly said.

“So Henry’s the guinea pig, leading the charge for everyone else?” Mia teased.

Back at home, Henry suddenly sneezed—three times in a row, snot and all.

Hansen rushed over with tissues, dabbing at his little grandson’s nose. “What’s this? Changing seasons and you’ve got a sniffle already?”

Henry licked his lips and looked up, eyes hopeful. “Grandpa, I wanna go play.”

That afternoon, Leo squeezed in a quick trip to Havenbrook University. His company had just brought on a new accountant named Alyna—a grad student from State in accounting, and as luck would have it, also a Havenbrook alum from his year. They’d bumped into each other at the university’s business incubator. She was looking for a chance. He needed a trustworthy right hand.