Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1677

Andre picked up the book and gathered his little boy close, ready to teach him some classic poetry.

“Daddy, what’s the Mississippi River?” Henry asked, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.

Andre smiled. “The Mississippi? That’s America’s mother river.”

Henry shot a puzzled glance at his mom.

Mia laughed. “It’s your dad’s mother river, but not mine. The Mississippi is a big, beautiful river—long, wide, and sparkling.”

“Mommy, are there fish to eat in the river?” Henry wondered aloud.

That made Mia sit up cross-legged on the bed. “Honey, have I ever eaten Mississippi River fish?”

Henry scrambled up onto Andre’s chest. “Daddy, I haven’t had it either.”

Andre let out a patient sigh. “Let’s read the poem first. When I get some time, I’ll take you both to see for yourselves.”

Of course, Henry never did get through the poem—he just stuck his little bottom in the air and drifted off to sleep.

Andre and Mia were just as wiped out. Instead of making it back to their own room, they curled up together in their son’s room for the night.

The next morning, Mia was on the phone with her friends. Molly answered, yawning so hard Mia could almost hear it through the line. “Mia, did your little one master the poem?”

“Nope. Yours?”

Molly laughed. “Not a chance.” Jade chimed in, always ready with a shortcut. “Why not hire a tutor?”

Mia grinned. “It’s easy enough to find a tutor, but one for a two-year-old? That’s a whole other story.”

Mia glanced into the living room, watching Henry tear around with boundless energy. Wherever he went—even if he got into a little trouble—he brought laughter and smiles in his wake. His face was always lit up with joy, and Mia found herself grinning too, totally caught up in her son’s happiness. “You know what? As long as he’s healthy and happy, that’s all I care about.”

“Grampy, come here—there’s a bird!” Henry called out suddenly.

He knew how to say “Grandpa” now, but Hansen loved it when his grandson called him “Grampy.” He said it was their own special name, and clever little Henry would sometimes mix up “Grandpa” and “Grampy” just to make everyone laugh.

Andre knew the real answer was complicated, so he just said, “You have to take care of the environment.”

That stuck with Henry. He nodded with all the seriousness a little boy can muster. “Daddy, I promise.”

Hansen watched his sweet grandson, his heart swelling with love.

Bruce and Andre both smiled at the sight.

Later that day, Hansen took Henry out to the garden. The sky was almost black, and a cool wind whipped through the yard.

They didn’t care about the chill. Hansen caught a dragonfly, knelt down, and let Henry hold it gently. “This is a dragonfly. When rain is coming, they fly low to the ground to stay safe.”

Henry listened to his grandpa’s stories, studied the dragonfly, and played together in the yard.

It wasn’t long before the air grew heavy and damp—a sure sign that rain was finally on its way.