Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia made a beeline for the home gym, tossing a quick order over her shoulder: "Unless Henry's up to no good again and needs a lesson, don't bother me not even if the world's ending!"

Later that morning, Naomi strolled into the gym. "Mia, if you want to work out, come do yoga with me. The way you're going, you'll end up with muscle legs."

Sitting on the mat, Mia squeezed her own calf. "Naomi, I can't. I need to get strong."

"Strong for what?"

"To fight."

Naomi just stared at her, lost for words.

That afternoon, Andre walked in from work, heading straight for the living room. "Dad, you feeling any better?"

"All good, no worries," his dad replied. "Would be even better if your son wasn't always stirring up trouble."

Andre glanced at his own son. "So, where's your sister?"

Henry shook his head, "Not a clue~"

As Naomi passed by, she called out, "Mia's in the gym, talking about getting stronger so she can fight. You might want to check if someone's messing with her again."

Andre went quiet. The Silent Ring was about to open up its fight night, wasn't it?

legs, struggling to lift a barbell-she tried again

picked up the barbell easily

holding out her hand like a little kid.

her to her feet. "What are

out," she said, all

her a look. "Why the sudden

eyes wide. "Oh, you know why-

hands stuffed in his pockets

listening" Mia

you say a few days ago you'd try not to drive

drive you crazy less. Never said I'd stop. Not the same thing-" Mia shot back,

hand over his chest like she'd given him heartburn. "If you go, you're getting

much? Maybe I'll just prepay for next

softening as if coaxing a kitten.

puffed

all at once. "Why not? Because I'm a woman? Wives are supposed to sip tea, gossip, shop, and

can't participate. Besides, how are you supposed to box and shop at

head up to him, stubborn and adorable. "Why not both? Boxing doesn't stop

at a loss. "I'm your husband.

her voice sweet but

but firmly. "Alright, come on. Let's go have