Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1657

“Go home and let your moms know that once your big brother’s less busy, he’ll give them a call,” Leo said, glancing at both Henrys, who nodded dutifully.

After a few words between the brothers, Leo hefted the two kids into the car. “Sweeties, do you remember how to get home?”

“I do!” Henry replied with a confident grin.

Leo watched as the kids’ little car rolled through the front gates, then leaned over to the security guard. “Give the house a call, let them know the boys are back. And keep an eye out—don’t let them sneak off to the lake again.”

“Yes, sir, Leo.”

With that, Leo drove off with Anya.

Henry, already a pro behind the wheel of his little car, easily found his way home, the toy engine beeping all the way to the living room. Wayne sat beside him, back straight, listening to his big brother like a soldier on parade.

Reaching the parking area, Henry parked his tiny car right next to Dad’s sedan—one big, one small, the perfect family snapshot.

He climbed out, making a show of it, even opening the door for Wayne. With his little brother’s hand in his, they dashed toward the living room. “Mom, message delivery!”

The little messenger ran to his mom, while Wayne made a beeline for Dad and dove straight into his arms.

Officer Chad scooped him up and tucked a slice of watermelon into Wayne’s hand. “So, what did your brother say before you left?”

Wayne answered in a tiny, careful voice, “Big brother is busy~” He spoke slowly, but every word was clear.

Henry hurried over to his mom, watermelon in hand, took a big bite, then dutifully reported, “Big brother’s busy right now, but after, he’ll call my mom and Wayne’s mom.”

He took another bite, cheeks puffed with pride. “That’s it, Mom. I’m going to play with Dad!”

He spun and dashed away, not sparing a glance back.

“Dad, arms up, catch your boy!” he shouted as he ran.

Henry launched himself at his dad. Andre never missed a beat, catching him easily.

With Henry cuddled in his arms, the little guy lifted his watermelon. “Daddy, it’s not cold anymore~”

Andre gave his belly a gentle rub. “Can’t eat cold things, buddy. You’ll get a tummy ache and won’t sleep. Who was crying in Mia’s arms last night, hmm?”

Molly sighed, “Naomi, if money can fix it, let’s just pay for it. No need for DIY unless you’re in the mood for some hands-on fun.”

Naomi frowned, “So what, let the kids cry?”

Mia chimed in, “Naomi, listen to Molly—she’s got a point.”

Naomi just rolled her eyes. Luckily, these sisters had deep pockets.

The two of them headed out.

When they came back, they brought a colorful feathered hacky sack. Mia hopped out of the car and started showing off her skills right there on the driveway.

Hansen pointed out the window. “Henry, sweetheart, look what your mom brought home!”

The boys froze. Something new?

They bolted outside and found their mom already kicking the hacky sack around, a grin on her face.