Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1719

The mother and son were cozied up in the backseat, happily munching on snacks and sharing bites with each other.

Henry, ever the sweet kid, gripped a teddy bear cookie in his little hand, scrambled over to the middle seat, and stretched out his arm. “Daddy, let me feed you!”

Andre shook his head, eyes on the road. “I’m driving, buddy. You eat it.”

Henry’s face fell. “Daddy, eat.”

His wife chimed in, smiling, “Come on, just one bite—it’s the thought that counts.”

The light turned red, so Andre twisted around, caught his son’s chubby hand, and took a bite of the cookie Henry was offering. He grinned as he chewed.

Henry practically bounced out of his seat with joy. “Daddy, I love you!”

Andre played along. “Who does Daddy love?”

Henry answered at the top of his lungs, “Daddy loves me and Mommy!”

When they pulled up at Crescent Park, Henry knew exactly what was going on.

His godfather was leaving, and he wanted to see him off.

Cradled securely, Henry wrapped his arms around his godfather’s neck and, in his adorable baby voice, told him all about his last two days at school. “Godfather, I’m on vacation now. Let Daddy and Mommy take me to visit you, okay?”

The crowd of godfathers were completely won over by his cuteness. Asher promised, “Deal, little man! Remember, you have to come visit us!”

Meanwhile, Mia held Lizzy and finally understood why everyone wanted a sweet, squishy little girl. She just couldn’t get enough of Lizzy’s soft cheeks and her baby smell.

“Lizzy, will you remember your godmother Mia?” she cooed.

Lizzy looked at her and broke into a gummy smile, babbling, “Ah-oo~”

He used to be such a handful that Hansen sometimes wondered how he’d survive. But now, everyone wanted their turn with Henry—even when the kid was clearly ready to crash, Grandpa just wanted to keep chatting with his favorite grandson.

Meanwhile, Chunky had finally hit his goal: fifty pounds down. Thanks to Leo’s strict plan, he’d made it a week ahead of schedule.

He held up a photo from last year next to a new one, bursting with pride in the studio. “Fifty pounds! Leo, you’re the man—I love you, bro!”

Chunky was so pumped that he bear-hugged Leo, pounding him on the back.

“This calls for a party! Dinner’s on me tonight—pick any restaurant, eat whatever you want!” he announced, voice booming.

The whole team broke out in cheers and applause. Alyna peeked out of her office, watching Chunky’s over-the-top celebration. She thought, a little snarky, “Didn’t want to be heavy, but ate like a champ. Now he loses the weight and suddenly it’s a national holiday.” She rolled her eyes and ducked back inside.

A bit later, someone knocked on her door. “Alyna, you got plans tonight? Chunky’s treating everyone to dinner. The boss wants a headcount. We’ll meet at the front after work and ride together.”

Alyna asked, “Is the company covering the ride? If so, send me the receipts for reimbursement.”