Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Wayne thought his mom was just playing around with him. He flashed her a bright little grin, mouth opening and closing a few times as if he was about to say something, but nothing came out. He kept trying: "Ma, ma~ Mama."

Molly suddenly froze, and even Chad, nearby, stopped what he was doing.

"Wait, what did you just call me?" Molly blinked, thinking she must have heard wrong.

She had tried teaching him at home so many times with zero luck-yet the minute she'd joked about turning his little paws into stew, he suddenly got it?

Wayne sat on the bed, looking up at her with that sweet, round face and those bright, sparkly eyes. He opened his mouth again. Molly stared, holding her breath. "Mmm... ma... mama."

Instantly, Molly scooped him up and rolled across the bed, covering his cheeks in kisses. "Mama's not making any stew, Wayne! You're way too cute. How does your little voice sound so sweet? Mama just has to kiss you again."

Just a minute ago, she was threatening to call the cops on her mischievous boy. Now her phone was tossed somewhere on the bed, forgotten, while she smothered Wayne with hugs and kisses.

"Hey, Molly," Chad called out.

All he heard over the phone was Molly giggling with excitement, still busy kissing their son.

"Hello?" Chad tried again.

didn't even hear him, still busy lifting Wayne up, pretending to nibble his cheeks and showering him

up. He called again, and this time the ringtone finally caught Molly's attention. "Wait, where's

found it.

Don't let him pick up your

us up tomorrow

on the bed, his tiny hands gripping her shoulders as

early, alright? Don't

smirked, "We're not listening to your dad, Wayne. I'm off tomorrow and

her son close, covering his

door.

Molly for a minute or two

night, mother

burrowed under the covers.

you? The moment I joked about stewing your little paws,

yawned, his little face tilted up