Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1683

Henry really did want to hold Milka’s hand as they walked, but just then Mars showed up to pick everyone up. “Hey, look at my godson! Finally growing up, huh? Come on, let’s get you home to your godparents.”

They were almost in the car when Henry suddenly turned and broke into a run back to his mom, wrapping himself around Mia’s leg and refusing to let go. His jacket dangled from one shoulder, zipper wide open. He choked out, “Mommy, don’t leave me behind!”

Mia, used to Henry’s clinginess, didn’t disappoint. She scooped him up into her arms. “Alright, enough with the drama. Mommy loves you. You’ll always be my little boy.”

Henry twisted his face up for a kiss, so Mia planted one on his cheek, and he immediately leaned in to kiss her back.

Mars laughed and scooped up his god-nephew. “Come here, sweetie, give your uncle a hug.”

Wayne eyed Mars warily—he didn’t really know him. After a moment in Mars’s arms, Wayne started to squirm, reaching for his mom, his one true lifeline.

The rain had finally let up, but the sky was still draped in heavy gray clouds.

Molly, following her brother’s instructions, slowly backed the car out of the driveway.

Milka held Wayne, gently tapping his cheek. He was all calm and quiet—a real little angel. Only when Henry was with Molly did he ever act his age, throwing little tantrums and snuggling up for attention. “This sweetie’s going to break hearts when he grows up.”

Mars overheard and grinned, “He takes after his dad, you know. Tiger cubs get their wild side from their moms.”

Milka glanced at the famously adorable Henry. “Well, the cuteness is definitely from his mom.”

She’d always wondered why Andre’s son was so soft and endearing, but after meeting Mrs. Cedillo, she finally understood.

She’d expected Andre’s wife to be a bombshell, a real boss-lady type, but instead, Mia was a sweet, gentle student—adorable and soft, just like a marshmallow. The kind of person everyone wanted to be around.

Men thought she was beautiful. Women thought she was cute. The older folks said she was blessed, and kids just flocked to her.

“Aw, come on! I can be one of the girls for a minute. Spill!”

Milka rolled her eyes, grinning as she looked out at the headlights flicking on up and down the street. “So, what did you get up to this afternoon?”

“I went to see Roberto at the office, dropped by to say hi to my future father-in-law, chatted for a bit, then came to pick you up.”

“Your future father-in-law?” Milka hadn’t thought for a second that Mars might be talking about her own family. The words hit her like a splash of cold water, her smile faltering—Mars caught it instantly. She’d thought she was hiding it well, but managed a weak laugh. “Wow, sounds like things are getting serious. Why didn’t you bring her along to pick me up? That would’ve really gotten people talking.” She fidgeted with her fingers, not even noticing how cold they felt.

So he’d gone to see his dad and then his future father-in-law—it sounded a lot like he was talking about marriage.

Mars looked at Milka, reading the doubt in her eyes. “What’s there to wonder about? My future father-in-law’s daughter still hasn’t agreed to get back together with me. I’ve got to put in some work with her family first.”