Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Molly felt a twinge of guilt thinking about her spat with Chad. Despite their argument, he had been patient and coaxed her back into good spirits.

"Alright, enough about me," she said, turning to Mia. "What's going on with you and Andre? Why's he not helping you out?"

Mia sighed heavily. "Andre won't lift a finger to help. He's dumped his entire graduation thesis on me."

Molly paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Welcome to the club!"

Mia rested her chin in her hand, looking despondent.

"Didn't get much sleep last night, huh?" Molly observed, noticing her friend's weariness.

"Is it that obvious?" Mia thought back to her son's restless night. "He'd cry when he was hungry, cry when he had a dirty diaper, cry when it was too dark, and cry when the light was on. One minute I'm rubbing his belly, the next I'm up walking him around. I mean, seriously, taking care of a baby shouldn't be this hard, right?"

Molly asked, "Usually, isn't it Andre who gets up at night to look after Henry while you catch some sleep?"

Mia thought of her husband. "It's possible. Last night he kept showing up at the door. Every time the baby cried, he was there, reminding me what to do. You know, my husband's actually pretty responsible."

The two friends pondered if they might have been taking their men for granted.

"Mia, you should get some sleep tonight. You're sporting some serious dark circles. You're still recovering from childbirth; you can't overdo it."

Mia was candid with her bestie. "I just can't swallow my pride."

Jade chimed in, "Honestly, I don't even know how to sweet-talk Chad anymore."

The worries were back.

pitiful you were last night. We'll make it seem like we're

on. "Molly, I'm sticking with you for

after their chat, the unsuspecting

pretty down. Did you give her a hard time? Nothing seems to rattle her, except you. You're the only one who can make her feel

only one who can upset

no idea how much Molly adores you, Chad," Mia said with

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the ball either. "Andre, did Mia get any sleep last night at all? Look at her, she's got bags under her eyes, she looks more like a grandma than a fresh 21-year-old. It must be all the stress from taking care of the baby." Andre remembered his wife's tired

falling asleep standing up. Have you been too knocked out at night to

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taken the bait; now it was time to see

to come down on you. And it's not just because I feel sorry

night when I had to smooth things over with the neighbors? If the cops had come for you, would you have been safe?" Thank goodness he

realized that she hadn't handled things as well as she thought, which explained why Andre had

a sip of water from the car's cup

then asked, "Mia told me you think I'm the one you

"Spit-take!"

the windshield, coughing and sputtering. Chad quickly handed her a tissue while keeping

Mia say?!" Molly gasped

worried about my defense. And it doesn't change how I feel about you. There's no one else for me. You were my first love, and I'm devoted

have emotional integrity. I might get mad at you, but that's because I love you and I need

night caring for our son, with no time to regret marrying you. And marrying you is

have is bread and butter, I'm not vain. I'd be right there with you, eating bread and butter. I'm willing to endure hardship with

I can confront her