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!"

much of mine and Andre's

intervened, "Come on, let's not fight. We're

conversation, Hansen said, "Mia was just defending herself against Andre's claim that our gossip-loving Henry got it from her. She argued it actually

from you three, infecting my sweet grandson," Hansen joked, causing Molly

halted as he realized everyone was

gave Molly a thumbs up.

Molly with his cane, "You

names. You said it yourself. Why not

her words, wishing Chad was there to defend

hand on me, and I won't take care of you

six kids. Think I'll starve without

unfold, with the little one snuggled in his

son-in-law's 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 think you can count on me?" Frustrated,

twenty years or the newborn who does nothing but cry

futile, Hansen ordered, "Call Chad. Tell

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

was momentarily

the heart of a

Hansen was speechless.

trying to hold back laughter,

say daughters are like their mothers. Maybe we should stick