Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chad rolled off Molly, both of them catching their breath. He lay beside her, feeling the warmth of her body still lingering on his skin.

Chad gazed at Molly, her skin glowing with a rosy hue. He gently brushed away the strands of hair clinging to her neck, admiring the love marks scattered across her body. Each one felt like a victory, a proof that she was his, and it filled him with an immense sense of joy. As he leaned in for another kiss, Molly closed her eyes, her voice barely a whisper, "Chad, I feel like I'm falling apart." It was the first time she'd ever admitted to feeling weak.

Chad promised himself he'd just give her one gentle kiss, nothing more.

Molly finally drifted off to sleep as the soft gray light of dawn began to seep through the curtains.

The next day, Mia was having lunch at school with Anya. She tried calling Molly, but there was no answer, no response to video messages, nothing. Finally, Mia put down her phone and focused on her meal.

Anya, curious, asked, "Auntie, were you trying to reach my aunt for something? I can help you look for her."

"It's fine. If she's not answering around this time, she's probably catching up on sleep."

Anya nodded, assuming her aunt had stayed up late playing video games with her grandpa again.

As they slurped their spaghetti, Mia pondered aloud, "Anya, what do you think your aunt will name her kids?"

Anya looked baffled.

her confused look, Mia chuckled, "Silly, just eat

during class. She made a list

on the head with it, teasing, "Are your parents paying for you to

to take Anya out

drive, Anya sensed Leo's mood, "Chad, are you upset about

"Focus on your studies, don't worry

him playfully, "Chad, one day you might actually lose me if you keep

one hand. "As long as you don't mind me showing off your

Leo's hair, and Anya couldn't help but be distracted by him again. "No, those photos are a secret. Auntie and Molly have wanted

foul mood, irritated to find Leo hadn't returned by nine. His mood didn't improve even when cuddling his freshly bathed son, who was wriggling to avoid his diaper. Andre

one burst into tears before he could be disciplined,

intervened, taking the baby to comfort him, "What's going on

direction and contemplated letting him figure out what he truly

their son didn't recognize his own

ten, Leo and Anya returned, marking the end of another day in

morning, Molly was wrapped up in her comforter, confronting Chad, "Aren't you