Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1315

Coleen cuddled her grandson, instantly seeing through her daughter's little act. "There you go again, Jade. Let me guess you're about to bug Chad about flying planes."

Sure enough, Jade zipped right over. "Chad, can you fly a plane or not?"

Meanwhile, Mia was off chasing after her son. "Henry! If you keep running wild, I'll make you eat durian for dinner!"

Madison, watching her grandson, smiled. "Wayne and Ash are such angels-so quiet and well-behaved."

Down by the water, Mia crouched to brush the sand off Henry's arms, then took his hand. The two of them-matching faces, her larger hand gently holding his tiny one-made a picture that could melt anyone's heart. Henry toddled along, swinging his other arm, impossibly cute.

Mia walked barefoot through the sand, always keeping an eye on Henry's little feet to make sure he didn't step on any sharp shells.

Andre often thought his young wife was full of surprises-playful when she wanted, sweet when she felt like it, gentle and poised, always knowing just what to do. As a daughter she was lighthearted and pure, as a mom, attentive and careful, as a wife, sweet and obedient. She might look soft and harmless, but she had both him and their son wrapped around her finger.

Before long, Henry spotted his dad hooking up the power supply. He let go of Mia's hand, dashing over to wrap himself around Andre's leg.

bright, the sea breeze felt cool and refreshing. The waves crashed against the shore,

was in charge of seafood, Mr. Calder kept adding charcoal,

fun around the fire, leaving the

no problem finding their way

over to his

grin was so big it practically shut his eyes. "My little guy's hungry? Go grab a snack

went to Aaron, wrapping his arms around his

smitten, scooped Henry up and handed him the sauce brush. He helped guide Henry's tiny hand as they slathered barbecue sauce on the ribs. Eventually, the smoke

a month apart, were being

one for parenting

to the bathroom together, Molly was left in

but smile. Female friendship: at fourteen, girls go

at forty, they still link arms on the

soon as the women left, Molly grabbed a