Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia was a whirlwind of activity, generously sharing her meticulously crafted notes with Molly and Anya. "Someday, when you two become moms, you'll find this gold. Soak it up now while it's on the house, 'cause once my little munchkin hits his first birthday, I'm starting a consultancy fee for parenting tips."

Molly arched an eyebrow. "Do you think I can't afford your sage advice?"

Mia shot back a screenshot of a generous bank transfer her husband had made a few days prior. "If you think you can swing it, by all means, I welcome your business."

Jade chimed in with a quick message: Got it saved.

Anya followed suit: Me too, all saved.

Leo teased Anya, "You're only eighteen. What's the rush?"

Anya blinked, her innocent face lighting up. "Right, I'm just eighteen, not even at the marrying age yet. Why am I in a hurry?" But then she impulsively deleted the photo. She paused, reconsidering. "But wait, Leo, what if I need this stuff later?"

She retrieved Mia's photo from the chat and saved it again.

Leo pointed out the obvious: "By the time you're a mom, your phone will be an antique."

Anya felt the weight of his logic, her naivety ensnaring her in a dilemma over a simple photo.

Leo ended up saving Mia's notes for her. "Let's eat, I saved them for you."

"Alright."

Leo always seemed to have a solution or decision ready whenever Anya was in a bind.

"I have to step out this afternoon," Leo said as he planned to drop Anya off at her place. "I'll..."

"Leo, where are you headed? I'll come with you," Anya, ever the tagalong, quickly interjected.

"I'm off to a tech conference. Pretty sure computer talk isn't your cup of tea."

can wait in the

he missed the memo that Anya had

gonna be a drag. It's a boys' club. If you don't want to head home, I can drop you at Mia's. You can hang out with

and didn't push. "Okay,

"Yeah, let's eat."

next to him. He glanced at Anya, "Still want to crash the tech conference?" "I'm curious," she

word and ignoring the turnoff for Maplewood Estates, Leo accelerated straight past

you missed the turn," Anya pointed

there. And don't give out any personal info, not even your phone or laptop password, to anyone there." Anya's eyes widened with disbelief and excitement. "Leo,

settled in her seat, bombarding him

to yourself, not a

Auntie or Aunt

"Nobody," Leo said firmly.

mystery to Leo;

this like a secret between just

shooter, asked, "What, you planning to blackmail me into doing

notions deflated before the

at a suburban villa, where Leo registered their details at the guesthouse before pulling Anya, who was gawking at everything, inside. "Leo, the conference

in affirmation and led Anya into the living room, already bustling

girlfriend

my girlfriend, just

pretty," another chimed

around; indeed, she was the

out of place, she

for Anya, and

you take a look at

flying across the keyboard.

advised, "You've got a drink in the car. Don't waste

found her morning juice, barely touched. She came back and