Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

When Chad got out of his car, he thought he had left unnoticed, but when he tiptoed into the living room to change his boots and saw Molly sleeping on the couch, he was taken aback. Why was she sleeping here? Could she have been waiting for him? After washing the blood off his hands in the bathroom, he moved to the living room, staring at the beautiful young girl asleep on the couch - a delicate doll, just like the first time he saw her.

He sat on the sofa, gazing at her from a close distance. His mind was flooded with memories of her- the good, the bad, the sweet, and the infuriating. Each image of her was lively, like a little pixie dancing in his heart.

He could be firm with anyone, but with Molly, he was always wavering, always indulgent. He spoiled her rotten, making sure she only ever needed him. He cherished her deeply.

To protect his girl, Chad would crush any ill intentions before they even had a chance to manifest.

He carefully lifted Molly, cradling her sleeping form in his arms. She woke groggily, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Chad, you're back," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her concern for him was evident in her tone. Chad chuckled. It was a deep, magnetic sound that tugged at Molly's heartstrings.

"Chad, did you get in a fight?"

Chad said, "I'm a law enforcement officer. I don't fight."

"Okay," Molly replied, though she didn't quite believe him.

He brought her to her bedroom door, setting her down. "You can go back to sleep now."

"Chad."

"Yes?"

"Never mind."

sleep." Chad

then asked,

Chad didn't say anything.

playfully pushed back into her room by Chad, and then the

meant on

Chad had already left.

save

morning, Molly was still in bed at

can you wake her?" Coleen

kitchen and came out with a stainless steel pot cover in one hand and a spatula in the other. Everyone in the Byrne household watched in surprise as Chad walked upstairs. A few moments later, the sound of banging echoed from Molly's room - the

rang out, "Okay, I'm up! Chad,

minutes, Molly was downstairs in the

pot cover and spatula down, staring

trying to clear the ringing

minutes to wash up and

the housemaid. "Can you pack Molly's breakfast for her? She

left for school, Coleen turned to her husband.

"Our daughter seems a

needs someone who can