Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1647

Henry leaned back and slid smoothly off the solid wood chair—he’d had this move down since he was barely walking. Back then, he was so little he’d often end up thumping onto the floor, sometimes earning a gentle scolding or a playful swat from his dad. But now, he was a pro. He landed with style, scampered off in his little slippers, and chased after his dad.

By the time he reached the entryway, Mia could already hear Henry’s protests from the dining room—he really didn’t want to change his shoes. At three, he was sharp enough to know that sneakers meant an outdoor run was coming. As soon as his dad tried to swap his slippers for sneakers, Henry fell apart.

He bawled and argued, but there was no winning against his dad. Tiger scooped him up, holding him still. “Didn’t you insist I wear shoes this afternoon? Wouldn’t go home unless I did. Now you don’t want me to help you with yours?”

But this wasn’t the same! Henry stood at the door, wailing, “Mommy, help!”

From the kitchen, Andre called out, “Don’t count on your mom—she’s got her own problems.”

Mia pinched her nose and mumbled under her breath, “My shift doesn’t start until tonight.”

Three minutes later, the house was quiet. Mia figured her son had been dragged outside. Sure enough, from the bedroom window she spotted his tiny form chasing after his dad across the backyard court.

“Little traitor, siding with your dad,” she muttered.

As Henry ran, he found himself missing Cooper and his godfathers.

Meanwhile, Mars and Milka were taking a walk by the river. Mars pulled out his phone. “Look, these are all from when he was a baby. He was so chubby and sweet—sometimes I thought he was made out of cream. Every time I picked him up, he was just this soft, squishy thing. Even his little feet smelled like milk.”

He showed Milka the baby photos, one after another.

While he was there, he’d asked Conner how he’d managed to win Annie over.

“Oh, that? Early on, I couldn’t have done it without our boy, and later, Annie’s sister set me up,” Mr. Nettleton said, launching into stories about his son’s ‘help’ and Annie’s sister’s matchmaking.

Mars nodded. “Our kid used to be all chubby cheeks and giggles. Now he’s a little rebel—can you believe it?”

Conner just shrugged. “Depends on the kid.”

Mars walked away with some new ideas—and a grin.