Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia stood beneath the porch, watching her precious little boy buzz around the toy car, eyes shining with excitement. "Cooper, are you sure he can even reach the pedals with those tiny legs?"

Cooper rolled his eyes. "Just because you're short and can't drive doesn't mean my nephew takes after you. Listen, my sweet boy not only knows how to drive- he used to tear it up at the go-kart club. Unlike some people, who only use their license to pad their resume."

Mia shot him a playful glare, fist raised in mock protest. But before she could retort, Henry had already clambered into the car and started laying on the horn, filling the yard with happy beeps.

She grinned at her ambitious little driver. "So your uncle says you're talented, and you just have to prove it by honking nonstop, huh?"

Henry pouted, then gleefully hammered the horn again, his tiny hands working overtime.

Mia marched over to wrangle her little troublemaker...

Meanwhile, Wayne, cradled in his uncle's arms, twisted his chubby face this way and that, trying to spot where the noise was coming from. His cheeks were rosy and plump, his baby skin so soft you could practically see the squish.

"Ah-" he cooed, his little voice sweet as milk.

He landed on his feet, but was too timid to go

hurried out, Aimee following close behind with

is this?" he

"Now this kid's got backbone. Look at those eyes-no

you really do attract your own kind. All your friends are moms

at her brother. "Don't think I won't smack you,

him. "That's my brother, Cooper-

whimper. Cooper had gotten plenty of practice with his own little one honestly, he held babies better than most

the hand and led him over to the toy car. Wayne, being the shortest,

looked up at Molly with pleading eyes. "Auntie, the car won't

beside him. "Don't worry, sweet pea. Let Auntie

inspection. "Hmm... I

"Seriously? I thought this

"Can you even put

her head. "But I don't see a charging