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.

confused look, Mia chuckled, "Silly, just eat

seriously, even daydreaming about it during class. She made a list of potential names for her future cousins, considering all

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

take Anya out for dinner instead of heading straight

mood, "Chad, are you upset about

her, "Focus on your studies,

playfully, "Chad, one day you might

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

help but be distracted by him again. "No, those photos are

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 warned, "Behave, or I'll have to

tears before he

comfort him, "What's going on with you and

of direction and contemplated letting him

light-hearted when they realized their son

Leo and Anya returned, marking the end of another day

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