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."

I can

he missed the

club. If you don't want to head home, I can drop you at Mia's. You can hang

and didn't push. "Okay, just don't

"Yeah, let's eat."

to him. He glanced at Anya, "Still want to crash the

turnoff for Maplewood Estates,

the turn," Anya pointed

get to the conference, find a couch and park yourself 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

seat, bombarding him with questions. "Leo, what are you doing there? What's it

questions, more silence. And keep this to yourself, not a word to the

"Can Auntie or Aunt

"Nobody," Leo said firmly.

to Leo; why was she always

a secret

ever the straight shooter, asked, "What, you planning to blackmail me

that moment, Anya's romantic notions deflated before the

their details at the guesthouse before pulling Anya, who was gawking at everything, inside.

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

brought your girlfriend today?"

my girlfriend, just a

She's pretty," another

looked around; indeed, she was

out of place, she clung to

a couch for Anya, and Leo didn't hesitate to seat

you

crowd, his fingers flying across the keyboard. Anya, feeling bored, accepted a glass

"You've got a

the car and found her morning juice, barely touched. She