Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1717

“Not at school,” Henry answered.

The other kids looked confused, and the teachers glanced at each other. “Who’s ‘Not’?” someone asked.

“‘Not’ is Daddy’s and my big treasure,” Henry explained, as if it were obvious. “I’m Daddy and Not’s little treasure.”

One of the teachers who helped with pick-up finally caught on. “Henry, is ‘Not’ your mom?”

Henry nodded earnestly. “My mom is super tough in a fight.”

The teacher couldn’t help but laugh, and soon all the kids started chattering about their own parents.

The teachers, now curious, turned to Henry again. “Henry, is ‘Not’ a college professor?”

Henry frowned, suddenly protective. “Not is mine, not yours. My mom is a student. Daddy says someday Mom will be a gardener too.”

The things kids say always gave the teachers a good chuckle, but before they could ask more, Henry’s smartwatch rang.

“Hello, Cooper? Mommy and Daddy are calling sweetie!” Henry chirped into the watch. “I finished lunch—sweetie ate a lot. I didn’t cry, but I miss Cooper!” He pressed his tiny wrist to his ear, lips puckered in a pout, shamelessly milking every bit of cuteness. Sometimes sweet, sometimes serious—he had the teachers wrapped around his little finger.

Everyone wanted to scoop up Henry from the Cedillo family, but he was firm: no strangers allowed, not even teachers.

“Okay! Sweetie will be good. Bye-bye, Cooper!”

Hanging up, Henry looked every bit the busy little executive, his toddler schedule packed with important ‘calls.’ While other kids were still sniffling for home, Henry was already keeping up with his social circle.

“Hello, Uncle! Auntie! Baby finished all his lunch, didn’t cry, and misses you!” He took all the calls one by one.

Nobody wanted to call on the first day—they were all holding back. But by day two, everyone gave in and called Henry.

She couldn’t help worrying. Jamie caught on and asked, “Mia, are you worried Henry’s crying at school?”

Mia nodded. “I just feel like he’ll cry as soon as he’s away from me.”

Back at the kindergarten—

In the classroom, a bunch of kids craned their necks, eyes glued to the cartoon on the screen, laughter ringing out. “The cat is so dumb—always getting tricked by the mouse!”

The teacher knew most kids only watched the latest cartoons at home; old classics barely got any love. So today, she played some vintage Tom and Jerry, and the whole class dissolved into giggles.

The teacher sent a video to all the parents. Over at his office, Andre finally relaxed when he saw his boy’s chubby, grinning face. He couldn’t help it—he forwarded the video to all his family and friends.

That afternoon, Mia finished her own classes early. With two hours left before Henry’s school let out, she decided to walk over and see how long the trip would take.