Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1702

He’d shout for her, then take another big bite of watermelon to keep his energy up.

Mia was buried under the covers, just her forehead peeking out, a few messy strands of hair tangled across it, making her look soft and half-asleep.

Henry’s little hands were sticky from snacking, and he gently tugged his mom’s hair to one side so it wouldn’t cover her forehead.

Then he pulled the blanket away, staring seriously at Mia’s sleepy face pressed into the pillow. He held out his half-eaten slice of watermelon to her lips. “Mommy, open up—‘ahh’~”

Mia felt something touch her and rolled over, stretching out flat on her back. After a good sleep, she woke up naturally.

She turned her head and eyed her son. “What are you doing in here?”

“Waking Mommy up for breakfast.”

Henry waved his watermelon at her again, offering her a bite. Mia reached for her phone and checked the time, groaning. “Your dad is really something else.”

Henry made a mental note of that.

Five minutes later, Mia finally forced herself to sit up, scooping her grubby little boy into her arms and feeding him a bite of watermelon. “Up and at ’em.”

As she went to wash up, Mia ran her fingers over the sticky hair at her forehead, confused. “What’s up with my hair?”

She looked down at Henry, who was still busy with his watermelon. “Did you mess with Mommy’s hair just now?”

Henry just grinned and bolted away.

After a quick shower—hair still wet—Mia came downstairs and sat at the dining table for breakfast.

Hansen had already finished his nap and was stretching by the window.

With the new school year coming up for Mia, it meant it was almost time for Henry, too. After stretching, Hansen took his little grandson aside and helped him practice his letters.

By evening, Andre came home from work. As soon as he walked in, his son piped up, “Dad, someone said you’re not a nice person.”

Mia paused, phone in hand, then grabbed a couch cushion and tossed it at her son. “Hey! Watch your mouth.”

Henry just giggled and dove into Grandpa’s arms.

Milka sighed. “…Thanks, really.”

Back at home, Milka actually asked Mars, “When’s the last time you wet the bed?”

Mars, still sulking, chased after her. “Who told you that?”

Milka just burst out laughing, the playful mess with Mars putting her in a great mood. “Guess! Think about who you’ve annoyed lately.”

When Mars found out it was Mia, he muttered, “I’d rather mess with a rascal than a woman.”

Henry didn’t get to enjoy much peace at home. Naomi and Madison soon started airing their worries, bringing up every scary rumor they’d heard about preschools during dinner, fussing over it at the table.

He’d hear Naomi’s version at the Cedillo house, then get another round from his own mom at the Irvin house.

Mia said, “Honestly, Mom, maybe we shouldn’t even send Henry to school.”

Madison looked conflicted. “That’s not how it works—he’s the right age, and he needs to go. We can’t keep him at home forever.”