Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1358

Hansen leaned on his cane and strolled over to where some old-timers were playing chess. He watched for a couple of minutes, soaking in the quiet competition, then wandered off. After a few more steps, he spotted a group rehearsing for a play and chatted with them for a bit. But as soon as Henry's voice rang out "Grandpa, come on!"-Hansen made a beeline for his grandson.

He found his little monkey waiting. Henry's eyes went wide with excitement, and he tossed his toy aside. "Monkey! Mommy, it's a monkey!" he squealed.

Mia tried to hand her son a piece of bread to feed the monkey, but Henry shook his head, cheeks puffed out in protest. "No, monkeys want bananas!" he insisted.

What could they do? He was their one and only precious boy. Mia just smiled, went off, and came back with a bunch of bananas, handing one to her son. "Here you go, buddy. Feed them this."

Then Mia got playful, teasing Henry, "Let's go see Bobo!" Henry's whole face lit up with anticipation. But when they got there and saw the huge black bear lumbering around, it was nothing like the cute "Bobo" he'd imagined. Henry burst into tears in his dad's arms, sobbing, "That's not Bobo!"

Mia, ever the mischief-maker, grinned and said, "That is Bobo! He loves eating naughty little boys-especially chubby, rosy-cheeked ones!"

Henry's whole idea of bears was ruined in a heartbeat.

He clung to his dad's neck, pressing his little face tight against his father's cheek, silently begging for protection-please don't

just smiled, feeling his son's soft cheek against his own, and gave him a quick kiss. “You scared

to make things worse, the big black bear turned around and thumped the glass, showing

had to be carried

shake his head. "Mia, did you have to drop the truth on Henry so soon? Look at him, poor kid's

to get

"Hear that, kiddo? Your mom's getting

tied around his ankle and stared at it in O amazement. The last one, Leo slipped into Anya's hand earning himself a look that said she

balloon floating above, while the other bent down, trying to figure out what was tied around his ankle. No matter how much their dads tried to explain things, those two were in their own little

a peacock, insisting his dad help him grab its tail feathers. His father. scooped him up before he could

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wailing in protest.

as he watched the big white swans gliding past. Andre, quick on the uptake, swept him up and