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.

Mia chuckled, "Silly, just eat your

made a list of potential names for her future cousins, considering all

with it, teasing, "Are your parents paying for you to speculate about Jade's future kids now? Twins, triplets? Why not go for quadruplets?" Anya mumbled, realizing maybe she got a bit carried

out for dinner instead of heading straight

Anya sensed Leo's mood,

your studies,

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

expression, then out the window, steering with one hand. "As long as you don't mind me showing off your chubby childhood photos as my screensaver,

again. "No, those photos are a secret. Auntie and Molly have wanted to see them, but I

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

before he could be disciplined,

to comfort him, "What's going

of direction and contemplated letting

conversation turned light-hearted when they realized their son

and Anya returned, marking the end of another day in the Byrne

her comforter, confronting Chad, "Aren't you supposed to be on