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!"

talking! How much of mine and Andre's dirt have you

peacemaker, intervened, "Come on, let's

that our gossip-loving Henry got it from her. She argued

the bad genes from you three, infecting my sweet grandson," Hansen joked, causing Molly to ask, "So, whose bad

his laughter halted as he realized everyone was staring at him,

a

smile faded as he jokingly threatened Molly with his

You said it yourself.

Chad was

cane, she half-joked, "Lay a hand on me, and

"I've got six kids. Think I'll starve without

unfold, with the little one snuggled in his father's arms, witnessing the typical household

to you, and Naomi spoils me the most. You really think you can count on

years or the newborn who does nothing but cry and keep us

futile, Hansen ordered, "Call Chad. Tell

quickly softened, clinging to her father, "Dad, no need. I'm

momentarily

the heart

Hansen was speechless.

to hold back laughter,

to her husband, "They say daughters are like their mothers. Maybe