Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

After a long day, little Henry crashed into the welcoming, cushy embrace of a pile of pillows. Mia, on the other hand, was off to the side, venting to her brother about someone who had the nerve to call her nephew chubby. Dinner at the Irvin household was delightful, but with school looming for Mia, their visit was short-lived. Andre, with a sleepy mother-son duo in tow, headed home.

Mia, running on fumes, barely managed to secure Henry in his car seat before succumbing to sleep herself. As for Henry, his wide eyes took in the neon-lit cityscape, a kaleidoscope of colors, and the bustling crowd-all a stark contrast to his usual surroundings. At a red light, Andre glanced at his sleeping family through the rearview mirror. Catching sight of his son, he softly called out, "Henry?" No response came, just a faint baby murmur. With a smile, Andre reached out and gently held his son's warm little hand, a simple moment of joy frozen in time.

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Molly was bursting with energy again.

"Bro, why don't you catch some sleep? I'll go game and won't bother you," she offered Chad, always thinking of her brother.

Chad glanced around their cramped space, "You've got an hour tops here."

"That's hardly enough."

"If you're good, it's more than enough," Chad retorted.

With that, Molly donned her headset and dialed up their gaming buddy from the Cedillo clan, "Dad, log in. Your girl's gonna carry you to victory."

Hansen, on the other end, chuckled, "Can't, I'm on grandson duty tonight."

an eyebrow in confusion before asking, "Again? Why's it

over at Maplewood Estates for a while. Couldn't bear the thought of them leaving, so I made a deal with him. I

offered, "Andre's being ungrateful. How

expertly holding his own bottle, "Nice try. Took me ages to get

"Where's Chad?" Hansen inquired.

here by me," Molly said, passing one earbud to Chad

some fatherly advice, Hansen hung up, and Molly tried

messaged Mia, Molly turned her attention

to get, "Nah." But he knew Molly's persistence all too well. Sure enough, after a futile five minutes of sweet-talking, Molly resorted to her

watching or what?" she asked

those kisses you owe

on the lips, and asked, "How about

as you did

another try, determined to win

under the covers, it seemed as if Molly was the aggressor, but Chad's hands were strategically placed, ensuring she couldn't move. Just as Chad was about to

with embarrassment. Chad finally released Molly,

up, Mom? I was just gaming," Molly lied, hopping off the bed to