Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Cooper stood outside the airport, glancing at his watch, waiting for a family of three to leave before the weight of loneliness hit him.

All around him were classmates, friends, and teachers from different countries, with faces unlike his own. He craved the comfort of a home-cooked meal but knew he'd have to drive far to find a place that served it. When he got back to his car, he found out that his brother- in-law had already sorted out all the paperwork for the vehicle.

Cooper started the car and headed back to his quiet studio apartment.

When he opened the door, there was a box of milk on the table.

He frowned, not remembering buying it.

A bag of cereal sat on top of the cupboard. All the alcohol in the fridge had been replaced with water and fruit, and the freezer was stocked with various meats. The fridge was filled with vegetables, nuts, and legumes.

The cupboard was packed with snacks and flour, along with several packs of pasta.

His spaghetti? His beer? His coffee?

On the balcony, someone had enclosed it with glass.

But knowing his love for the view, they hadn't sealed the glass completely; he could still open it to see the sunset.

His bed was a mess. When he got closer, he found a note: "Your bed was messed up by your precious nephew rolling around. Your sister and I didn't want to make it, so you'll have to. I traded the spaghetti and beer at the store. We didn't fully enclose the balcony because it gets too hot in summer and too cold in winter, and it's safer this way. Take good care of yourself, maintain a healthy lifestyle. -Sister."

Looking around, Cooper noticed his place was spotless, and his bedside table and desk had new photo frames. One showed his nephew Henry laughing, another had Henry gnawing at his face, and another was a picture of him with his sister. There was also a candid shot of him and his brother-in-law Andre talking, with Andre looking at Cooper with high hopes and Cooper looking back with admiration.

Cooper sat on the edge of his bed, covering his eyes with his hand as they reddened, and rubbed his face.

On the plane, Henry cuddled by the window, gazing at the vast land and sea below, while his parents watched over him tenderly, Andre gently stroking his son's head.

Henry was easygoing during the day, not crying.

When he got hungry, he'd tug at his dad's collar.

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he really

is so good on the

Wait until he's up, and you'll hear our little

knew the trio was coming home, so they

flight of several hours,

exited the airport, shy with his grandfather

being held by his dad, not letting him

a while for Henry to remember his home

leaving my

retorted, "Why

you stay up. You were still posting on Facebook at 4 am about 'Playing Candy Crush every day.' My husband knows and would scold you. Better behave and take care of Andre's son to avoid his scolding." Hansen stubbornly

we three will

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his grandson, staring eye to eye, "Well, it looks like

returning, Mia distributed gifts and asked Molly, "When can we meet? I need to take my son to visit my parents

right after work

dinnertime, but before he could speak, Hansen took on the responsibility of caring for his grandson at the

complained to her uncle about their father, "Dad doesn't listen

said while eating, "What are you talking about during

You should mention how he's still up playing

causing trouble, asked, "...Is Chad picking you

"Grandpa, your dream is

was even dark, Henry began to fuss, wanting to sleep in the living

on the sofa, feeling unsoothed by his mom and unloved by his

her son, and whenever he cried, placing one