Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

When Hansen finally got home that afternoon, he whisked his daughter away for a private chat with Molly that seemed to last forever. Once the guests had left, it was just the two families hanging out together.

Chad, still looking dapper in his wedding suit, cradled the little bubble-blowing munchkin in his arms, gently tapping the little guy's cheeks. "Did you see Uncle tie the knot today?" he asked. The little guy puffed his cheeks in discontent, clearly not thrilled by the whole ordeal.

Mia stepped in to answer for her son, "What could he have seen? He spent the whole time being Uncle's little plaything."

The newlyweds' joy was a beautiful moment, one that both Andre and Mia had once missed out on.

Chad seemed more approachable than usual today, his smiles more frequent, his demeanor softer.

Andre always had a mental scale, weighing his thoughts carefully before speaking up, especially around strangers.

The place was decked out with flowers, costing them a small fortune, easily thousands of blooms.

Anya had been eyeing those flowers all day. Feeling too shy to swipe them alone, she roped Leo into being her partner in crime.

Cleverly, she'd pluck a flower, hand it to Leo, grab another, and hand it over again, continuing the process...

When Molly stepped outside, she found her nephew with an armful of roses and a frozen-in-action Anya, caught midway through her floral heist.

"Auntie, you're already married. You don't need these flowers anymore, right?" Anya's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Molly caught her red-handed.

Leo, ever the quick-talker, chimed in, "Of course she doesn't. What's she gonna do, save them for a second wedding?"

grace now that she was married, was ready to

touching these flowers. Keep your grubby hands off," she retorted, her patience wearing

Hansen mused aloud, "Seems my words

Kendrick, adopting a laissez-faire attitude much like the Irvin family, watched their daughter tease Leo, turning a blind eye as they

laid-back were Mr. and Mrs. Naomi, unbothered as their grandson eagerly twisted around to watch

in the afternoon, everyone

his family to visit a

join her parents, with Leo

of the Cedillo family, not keen on heading home

her stomach protested. The wedding had been exhausting, leaving

promised her, "I've got a few days off

comfort food, rushed home to

post-feast, Molly's thoughts drifted

in a daze, under Chad's watchful gaze, instinctively pushing

thinking, "So much

he wasn't in a rush. Letting her catch up on sleep seemed

insisted on marrying her, so you must cherish her for life. If you ever hurt her, don't bother coming back." Grandma Aubree, observing Coleen's stern demeanor, felt a twinge of sympathy for her grandson. "Ah, Coleen, our Chad isn't the type to

start," Coleen insisted, marking the end of a long, tiring

found himself sitting by Molly's bedside, gazing fondly at the woman he had, through