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?"

fresh from a lecture by her father about maintaining composure and grace now that she was married, was ready to throttle

for Anya and my future son-in-law. Only they're worthy of touching these flowers. Keep your grubby hands off," she

aloud, "Seems my words fell on deaf

daughter tease Leo, turning a blind eye as they had for over a decade. If their words

were Mr. and Mrs. Naomi, unbothered as their grandson eagerly twisted around

the afternoon,

perfect for Andre and his family to visit a suburban park to enjoy the simultaneous blooming of

off to the hotel to join her parents, with

keen on heading home just yet, decided to

her stomach protested. The wedding had been exhausting, leaving her feeling

Chad promised her, "I've got a few days off after the wedding.

food, rushed home

pondered romantic desires post-feast, Molly's thoughts

in her makeup, she climbed the stairs in a daze, under Chad's watchful gaze, instinctively

bemused, thinking, "So much for

her catch up on

seizing the moment to impart some wisdom on their "son-in-law," "Chad, you know Molly better than anyone. You 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 hurt Molly. And let's be honest, with Molly's temper, is she really the kind to

start," Coleen insisted, marking the end of a

his bridal suite, found himself sitting by Molly's bedside, gazing fondly at the woman he had, through all means fair and foul, convinced to