Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Anya got up to run a quick errand, and soon came back, handing something to each of the three women holding babies.

Mia tucked the blanket around her son's feet, then shot Molly a look. "Your baby's got his toes sticking out."

Molly rushed to fix it, but Mia corrected her. "Wrap it the long way."

Aimee, meanwhile, was so busy tucking in her own son that she nearly woke him up. Even the moms who'd done this before still managed to fumble, while the ones without kids stood awkwardly on the sidelines.

Finally, Mia couldn't take it anymore. She stood up, baby in her arms, crouched down, and wrapped both the other babies up nice and snug.

"Mrs. Cedillo, you are mom goals," someone said with a laugh.

Mia grinned. "I've been carrying my son since he was this small. I never trusted him with the nanny-he wouldn't even let her near. I washed his little clothes by hand, scrubbed his chubby thighs, did it all myself."

your kids are angels compared to mine. Mine was a total handful. He cried at the drop of a hat-like, eight

could fill a lake, I swear West Lake would be dry by now." She shook her head and kept going, "And none of your babies are as chunky as mine was. When he was a few months old, he was so fat he had a double chin you could measure. Couldn't even find his neck at bath time-I'd have to get my husband to hold his head

That's when the real chaos started-he caused so

no joke. Mia and her husband really did raise Henry and Andre, one careful armful at a time. My nephew's knack for causing mischief? Legendary. The mayhem he can cause is

"Still sounds like he's

kind that only happens late at night when friends are sprawled around, swapping stories about their kids and lives. Some stories were complaints, some frustrations,

all the babies had finally

up, went over to the

light was

empty wine bottles, grabbed a few beers

kept going. "My

finally showed up, they were over the moon-my dad poured all his