Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Andre quipped in response to his wife's silent question, "Yeah, it's dark out, but the garage lights are on. Some folks, you know, have eagle eyes-20/20 vision, or even better." His rare jab was softened by the fond look he gave his wife's svelte figure and their chubby-

cheeked

son.

Referred to affectionately by her husband as "some folks," Mia couldn't help but bite her tongue.

Andre walked over to the window, glanced at the newlyweds in the parking lot, and then, carrying their son who'd finally run out of energy, led his wife back into the living room. "Our little guy loves any excitement. Must've gotten that from you," he said, wrapping an arm around Mia's shoulders with adoring affection.

If their little one hadn't been under the weather, he'd be up and about, causing a ruckus alongside Mia.

During a check-up, the doctor had even commented on how lively their child was, suggesting it ran in the family.

"Who, me? He's got it from his aunt and his brother too," Mia retorted, sharing the blame.

At this, Hansen, standing nearby, nodded vigorously, "Absolutely, Mia's spot on."

Just then, Jade dashed back into the living room, curious about the laughter. "Dad, what did Mia say that got you agreeing so enthusiastically?"

Hansen chuckled, "Ah, Mia was just sharing some juicy gossip about you and Chad."

Molly immediately glared at her best friend. "Traitor!"

shot back, "Look who's talking! How much

ever the peacemaker, intervened, "Come on, let's not fight. We're all

that our gossip-loving Henry got it from her. She argued it actually comes from his aunt

grandson," Hansen joked, causing Molly to ask, "So,

laughter halted as he realized everyone was staring

a thumbs up.

with his cane, "You dare say

names. You said it yourself. Why not blame

Chad

she half-joked, "Lay a hand on me, and I won't take

six kids. Think I'll

siblings watched the family drama unfold, with the little one snuggled in his father's arms, witnessing

my man, your daughter-in-law's my sister. My brother won't stand up to you, and Naomi spoils me the most. You really

does nothing but cry and keep us

his argument was futile, Hansen ordered, "Call Chad. Tell him to

to her father, "Dad,

was momentarily

"You know, the heart of

Hansen was speechless.

trying to hold back laughter,

are like their mothers. Maybe we should stick to