Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia glanced at her precious little boy. Henry stood there, looking like he'd been caught red-handed-lips pouting, hands behind his back, putting himself in the

corner.

Aimee, still a bit shaken, rushed to hand her son his bottle. "Jared, I'm so sorry, sweetie. Mommy got distracted chatting and forgot all about you."

Jared whimpered for a bit, then curled up in his mother's arms, suddenly done fussing. Mia watched Henry's guilty, puppy-dog face and her heart immediately softened. Without a word of scolding, she scooped him up, kissed his forehead, and said warmly, "You're such a great big brother, Henry. Sharing your treats with your little brothers is so kind. Keep being thoughtful, okay?"

Henry looked up at her with those round, chubby cheeks, eyes wide.

Still hugging him, Mia added, "But, sweetheart, your brothers are still little. There are some things they shouldn't eat yet. Next time you want to share, ask Mommy first, alright?"

"Mommy-" Henry mumbled, snuggling into her.

Mia chuckled, patting his tiny bottom. Molly and Aimee watched in awe. Now this is what good parenting looks like, they thought, trading sheepish glances about their own mom skills.

bowl. "Henry, did you finish

his mom called him

gave his bottom a playful swat. "Hey! Why didn't you save me any? You're a big kid,

just giggled,

husband called again-worry clearly

Aimee, rolling her eyes, handed the phone straight to

"Why don't we invite that

"Who?" Aimee looked blank.

***

Anya's phone buzzed. "Hello?

Anya's face. "Of course! Thank

you both

night

the way to a

elevator up, swiped a key card, and stepped out onto a private floor. Molly's eyes went wide. "Whoa, Mia, you own this