Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

There was no response. Panic gripped her, and she jumped out of bed, bare feet hitting the floor as she raced to the door. Flinging it open, she spotted the three boys playing in the living room. Relief washed over her, though her heart was still thumping.

"You scared me to death-I thought my son was missing!"

She hurried over, scooped her little boy into her arms, and smothered him with kisses. "You nearly gave Mommy a heart attack."

Jared's lips wobbled, and before long, he was sobbing, "Daddy, wah—” He missed his dad. Without him around, life just wasn't the same for this little guy.

The feeling was infectious. She felt her own eyes sting. "We'll see Daddy as soon as we get home, okay? Don't cry, sweetheart."

Mia stepped over and explained, "Jared was hungry this morning. You looked exhausted, so I just brought him out to play."

"Thank you," she said, genuinely relieved.

Mia grinned. "No problem."

Molly came out of the bathroom, towel draped over her shoulders. "Oh, you're up! Your kid is such a sweetheart. He saw you sleeping this morning and wouldn't even make a peep to wake you. My two little monsters? One tried to bite my face and the other poked me right in the nose."

The two moms exchanged an exasperated glance. As their hungry boys gulped down their bottles, they each gave their sons a gentle, playful swat on the bottom.

Wayne, on the other hand, paused, puzzled, eyebrows scrunched.

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chubby cheek. "Why didn't you call for Mommy,

the kitchen door swung open and Anya called out, "Breakfast is

the kitchen. In no time, Anya had laid out four dishes and a soup, plus

like they hadn't eaten in days. Henry dug right in with his spoon, shoveling food into his mouth. Wayne waited

came to the rescue, sharing with

weird that none of the guys have

last night." She snorted as she watched a video. "Correction: not

and Molly immediately started checking their phones. "If Dad

kidding. When have you ever seen them

and piped

little too hot, so

was nowhere near enough

from her own, letting it cool. By the time Henry was finished with his, she handed over her own now-perfectly-warm bowl, taking his sticky one

ate, Mia picked bits of veggies from