Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1682

They were halfway through their meal when Henry insisted on another round of toasts. The four of them raised their glasses again, following his lead. Henry followed up with a rambling speech that nobody really understood, then sat back down to eat.

“Milka,” Molly said, half-laughing, “you know so many talented people through work. Find me a superstar manager, will you? I’m so over running the company every day. Just bring me someone amazing so I can finally be a slacker.”

Milka nodded toward Wayne, who was sitting quietly and looking extra well-behaved. “Start training this one. In eighteen years, you’ll have your perfect manager.”

“Him?” Molly scoffed, remembering something from earlier in the week. “He’s such a little goofball. Yesterday I tried teaching him the Gettysburg Address—he couldn’t remember even the first line.”

Wayne, just handed a mini churro by his aunt, turned to his mom with a frown and protested, “Mom!”

The other three women stared at Molly in disbelief and all blurted out at once, “Molly, what were you teaching Wayne?”

Molly dipped a slice of lamb into a mountain of sesame sauce and said, “The Gettysburg Address, of course. Mia, what are you teaching your boy?”

“Mother Goose rhymes,” Mia answered, wiping her hands and reaching for her phone.

Jade, chewing her wrap, chimed in, “Well, that’s nothing. My folks were way tougher than that.”

By the end of the meal, Milka had witnessed the full spectrum of Cedillo family parenting styles. She was already familiar with Henry’s old-school, tough-love upbringing. But Molly’s tiger-mom, push-them-to-the-top style was definitely a first.

“Milka, don’t listen to Aunt Molly’s parenting hacks. My aunt is the real baby-whisperer. When you have your own kid and get stuck, just ask her. That’s my plan,” Mia said, nodding solemnly.

Mia, finished feeding her son, wiped her hands, grabbed her phone, and said, “Milka, let’s swap numbers. If you ever need advice, just text me. You’ve been gone a while—if you want Mars updates, I’ll get the scoop from my husband. Seriously, it’s no trouble.”

Milka put down her chopsticks and quickly exchanged contacts with Mia. “Honestly, I don’t care much about Mars. What I really want are more photos and videos of Henry.”

The three women fell silent. Henry patted Milka’s hand and said, “Godmom, our family isn’t scary at all.”

Mia playfully swatted his hand. “Who are you calling scary, mister?”

Henry’s lips quivered—he turned away from his mom with a pout and snuggled up to his godmother instead.

Milka was more than a little pleased by the attention. She hugged Henry close and teased, “Want to come home with godmom tonight?”

Henry’s eyes filled with tears as he glanced up at his real mom for permission.

Mia just smiled and said, “Go on, you can be your godmom’s boy tonight.”