Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia looked at her little troublemaker and sighed, "Well, there goes your first kiss— to your baby brother."

As everyone else was heading to the plane, Henry, thinking he'd get another goodbye, got distracted for half a second—and next thing you know, he's already scrambling up the steps by himself.

"Henry!" Andre called out, "Get down from there! Planning to run off with them, are you?"

He scooped up his mischievous son and watched as the plane lifted off and disappeared into the sky.

With the guests gone, it was finally time for some family business behind closed doors.

Andre was about to drive everyone home, but as usual, Mia refused to ride with her husband. Henry, completely oblivious to the drama, was already climbing onto Andre's car-shoes off, little legs sticking out as he knelt on the back seat. "Daddy, let's go for a ride!"

Mia waved him off. "Go on, ride with your dad. Mommy's not coming."

She insisted on riding with her own dad, Hansen.

Molly saw what was happening and caught on immediately. She hurried to Hansen's other side. "Chad, you take your son and go ahead. I'll ride with Dad."

Only problem was, Chad's car didn't have the baby seat anymore-Wayne couldn't just be left alone. Someone had to ride with Chad, or Wayne had to go with Molly.

So, Molly scooped up her son and took the backseat with her father.

Andre and Chad exchanged a look-they both knew exactly what the women were up to.

Andre locked the back doors, and the three cars pulled out, one after the other.

car, he glanced back at his two daughters, both crammed

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smirked. "Don't forget what Henry just

Hansen fell silent.

up in his sweet little voice, "Daddy,

down and got home

arrived next, with Chad bringing up the rear-playing bodyguard

Andre was already by the wall, and Henry was standing in

Andre's waist,

was going on. He'd just been having a blast in the car, and

empty space next to Henry.

turned to look, his rosy tongue poking out as he licked his lips,

his mom,

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gave in

her son down and, holding Wayne's tiny

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