Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1694

They stepped into the flower shop, father and son on a mission to pick out blooms for the women they loved most.

“What about this one—what does it mean?” Andre asked, pointing at a yellow rose.

The sales assistant smiled. “Yellow roses? When it comes to love, they usually mean an apology. Who are you buying for, sir? If you want, I can put together a bouquet and wrap it up nicely for you.”

Andre immediately shook his head. “Oh, it’s for my wife. No need for a ready-made bouquet.” He wanted their bouquet to be just theirs—handpicked by father and son.

Henry, determined to do his part, leaned halfway into a water bucket and came up with an armful of flowers. He called out loud enough for the whole shop to hear, “Dad, let’s get Mom everything!”

The pair spent nearly an hour fussing over their choices, carefully picking each flower. At last, they left the shop carrying their homemade bouquet, both beaming with pride.

Back at home, Hansen and Naomi had just returned from visiting a distant relative in the hospital. Naomi, knowing Mia barely knew the older family members and wouldn’t have much to talk about, had gently insisted, “Mia, you stay home with the kids. I’ll go with Dad.”

That afternoon, as they got out of the car, Hansen was still in high spirits. “Such a nice day—flowers everywhere, makes you feel lighter, doesn’t it? We really ought to have Bruce and Andre bring you and Mia some flowers when they get back. Those two? Not a romantic bone in their bodies. All they know is how to make money, that’s about it.”

He kept grumbling all the way into the living room.

Glancing around, Hansen called, “Mia, where are my two little buddies?”

“One’s out with his dad, and the other is still sleeping,” Mia replied as she tidied up her son’s books. She couldn’t help worrying—if he was like this at home, what would happen at preschool? The teachers wouldn’t dare scold him, and he never responded to soft words anyway.

Every time Mia thought her son was a handful, he’d turn around and melt her heart like this.

“Why’d you buy Mommy flowers?” she asked, smiling down at him.

“Because Daddy and I both love you!” Henry replied, completely sincere.

Naomi watched the scene with a soft heart. If only her own son had been this sweet when he was little—maybe he’d have avoided a few spankings.

Mia glanced at her husband, feeling her heart swell. Every time he bought her something, he insisted on bringing their boy along to help pick it out, ever since Henry was a toddler, just learning to talk and walk—this little tradition had always been theirs.