Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Hansen was halfway through dinner when he suddenly clutched his stomach, face twisting in discomfort. He made a dash for the bathroom-once, twice, and then again.

Watching Grandpa's hasty retreat, Leo raised an eyebrow. "You think he got food poisoning or what?" he joked.

Everyone stared at the spread in front of them. Mia quickly put a gentle hand on her son's tiny belly. "Sweetie, your tummy okay?"

Henry shook his head. "No, Mommy. I'm still hungry!"

"Then help yourself, honey. There's nothing wrong with the food," Mia said, sounding relieved.

Molly piped up, "Maybe Dad snuck off and ate something he shouldn't have?"

Andre got up, worry creasing his brow. "I'll go check on him."

Meanwhile, Hansen was doubled over, convinced his insides were doing somersaults.

Andre found him just outside the bathroom and took his arm. "There was a bit this afternoon I wasn't watching you. Did you sneak a treat?"

Hansen avoided his son's gaze, looking guilty as a kid caught stealing cookies. "No, no, I didn't eat anything."

Andre coughed pointedly. Hansen shrank a little-when did his son start bossing him around like this?

of us, Dad. You can tell me.

you were all playing with the dog, I got bored. Saw an ice

just stared, silent. Hansen

sixties, lining up for ice cream like a kid. They'd kept an eye on their little

hurt?" Andre asked, steadying his

Andre sighed. "Go sit down, have some

already waiting with two mugs of warm water. "Here, Dad. Drink up, it'll

with the medicine and handed it over to

grandpa suspiciously. "Grandpa, did you sneak

warning look. "It's just the temperature drop

. Grandpa's getting t

bit of

MS

it was you sneaking snacks! You're picking up the

Leo: "..."

at the server. "Excuse me, can we get a few more dishes?" If Chad was paying, she saw no

slow down! We're not made of

flipping through the menu, ordered a bowl of veggie porridge. "For Grandpa. It's