Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

After a flurry of snapshots, Anya trotted over to Aunt Molly and Uncle Chad with a couple of puffy winter coats in tow. Chad was dressed okay, but Molly was shivering so badly, you'd think chicken skin was back in fashion.

Mia was about to step forward when she suddenly furrowed her brow, a sense of crisis causing her to instinctively shield her son's cherubic cheeks. She turned to survey the park's casual visitors.

The park was alive with the scent of blooming plum blossoms, carrying a subtle fragrance that drew in visitors with cameras eager to capture the beauty.

Mia's eyes narrowed with unusual seriousness and caution. She wrapped her son's face in a small blanket and used her body as a shield, making sure not even his little arms were exposed. After making a full round of the park and not spotting anything suspicious, she wondered if she was just being paranoid. That sense of being watched had been unmistakable, though. "Aunt Mia, what are you doing?" Anya asked, running up to her.

Mia's brow was still knotted with concern as she gave the nearby crowd another scan. They continued snapping photos, unfazed by her scrutinizing gaze.

Was she overthinking it?

"Aunt Mia?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Mia replied, trying to reassure herself.

She couldn't decide if she was just being overly anxious or if someone was really spying on them.

To be safe, Mia decided to call her husband to pick them up. But with her son bundled up so thickly, she couldn't manage to free a hand to reach for her phone. "Anya, can you grab my phone from my bag? Call your Uncle Andre, see if he's not too busy. If he's free, maybe he can come pick us up at the park. I'm beat, and Henry's getting sleepy."

Anya obediently responded with an affirmative and proceeded to do as asked.

Andre didn't take long to respond after receiving his wife's call. "Stay put, I'll be there shortly," he said decisively.

Within a quarter of an hour, Andre appeared at the park.

"Mia," he called out to her from a distance.

As he approached, he took their sleeping bundle from Mia's arms. The little one's cheeks were still toasty warm. "Hon, hold him for a bit, will you? I need to check something out." Mia needed to investigate for peace of mind.

walked towards the hillside adorned with plum

complaining, "I'm dragging my comforter here for

Andre, she straightened up and behaved

was taking wedding photos for,

the bride is your sister?" he blurted out, amazed to learn the

Mrs. Cedillo? And that little

slight nod,

much?" he

her head

just looked on,

an air of command that mystified everyone, reminiscent of an emperor, demanding respect

by curiosity, asked Andre, "Which international team did

and the photographer quickly added,

and he shifted his hold to

that he and his wife had left unphotographed, lost in

graceful figure weaving through the

paused to pluck a blossom, casually playing with

their friends, unconcerned with stealthy photography. Those with tripods were obviously not the sneaky types - too cumbersome

but he wasn't sure if she could identify him. As

outsiders, pinpointed his location without error,

photographer?" she asked,

"Amateur," he replied.

countered. "May I see your camera? I've been thinking

packed up his camera, and turned

Mia immediately gave chase.