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.

even hear him, still busy lifting Wayne up, pretending

called again, and this time the ringtone finally caught Molly's attention.

the tangle of blankets, searching until she finally found it. She answered, "Hey, Chad, what's up? Sweetie

pick up your habit of staying up all night

up tomorrow anyway-just call when you're

her husband's lecture and cuddled Wayne, who was now standing up on the bed, his tiny

Don't turn into a night owl

dad, Wayne. I'm off tomorrow and you

son close, covering his face

knock came at the door. "Boss, here's the file you

Molly for a minute or two more, then

night, mother and

burrowed under the covers.

you aren't as sneaky as your dad, are you? The moment I joked about stewing your little paws,

tilted up