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!"

"Look who's talking! How much of mine

on, let's

to the 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 comes from

my sweet grandson," Hansen joked, causing Molly to ask, "So, whose bad genes did Leo

laughed, but his laughter halted as he realized everyone was staring

a thumbs up. "Well

faded as he jokingly threatened Molly with his cane, "You dare say

name names. You said it yourself. Why not blame

wishing Chad was

a hand on me, and I won't take care of you in your old

scoffed, "I've got six kids. Think I'll starve

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

Your 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,

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

futile, Hansen ordered, "Call

quickly softened, clinging to her father, "Dad,

was momentarily distracted, "Why

blinked, "You know, the heart of

Hansen was speechless.

trying to hold back

like their mothers. Maybe we should stick to