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."

compared to mine. Mine was a total handful. He cried at the drop of a hat-like, eight hundred times

If his tears 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

office. That's when the real chaos started-he caused so much trouble

“That's no joke. Mia and her husband really did raise Henry and Andre, one careful armful at a time. My

sounds like

night when friends are sprawled around, swapping stories about their kids and lives. Some stories were complaints, some frustrations, but there was always

Annie noticed all the babies had

went over to

light

grabbed a few beers for the others, and stuck to her

kept going.

saga. Molly and Leo were born just a few months apart. My parents waited for years for a daughter. When Molly finally