Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Molly snatched up the key, grinning as she played along. "So, what's this for?"

"You honestly don't remember, or are you just pretending?"

Molly laughed. "Of course I remember. We promised back then-whoever gets their own place first leaves a key for the other, no matter what." Back then, "home" meant something just for them—not their parents' place, not some future

husband's. It was their own little corner of the world.

Leaving a spare key meant always keeping a spot for each other.

Molly tucked the key away, her heart warm.

They squeezed into the elevator, three strollers packed in every which way, everyone jostling for space.

Henry had already figured out how to unbuckle his seatbelt, so Mia had to get creative. She put on a whole act for her son, pretending to scold—mostly for show.

"bad guy." With his seatbelt undone, he stuck out his little butt, and his aunt gave him a dramatic pat-loud enough to echo. From Henry's angle, it looked just

Henry licked his lips, tiptoed over, and lifted his arms. "Mommy,

going to sneak out of your

chance-after hearing how loud Mommy smacked his brother, even his own bottom felt

lead the chaos, the three little rascals were surprisingly

by the

there were the two grandpas, both yawning like they'd just woken up. "There's my little buddy!" One called out. Henry didn't hesitate—he wriggled out of his stroller and

boy, you're back! Give

yawning contagiously, teased, "Late night, Dad? Looks like you two had quite the

Wayne's mouth stretched wide,

replied. "But you girls-now you two

ragtag crew. "You know, you both blocked them on Facebook. I couldn't even look Andre or Chad in the eye

the couch,

both women shot upright at the same time. "Wait-Naomi, did you