Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

The boy who used to wrestle Henry for the skateboard caught sight of Henry's new toy, ditched what he was holding, and sprinted over without a second

thought.

There were even a couple of evenings when Andre, on his way home from work, spotted his flashy little guy from way down the block.

Andre tapped the horn, and Henry, spotting his dad's car, hurried to press his own tiny horn, hollering, "Daddy!"

Andre pulled over, rolled down the window, and called out, "Ready to head home with Daddy? Think you can turn around all by yourself?"

Cooper hopped off his skateboard, scooped it up, and grinned, "Alright, little man, let's spin this thing around and go home."

Henry's driving skills were still a work in progress. Under the watchful eyes of his dad and uncle, he spun around in circles more than a few times before finally getting himself headed the right way. His little feet pressed down on the pedal, chubby cheeks turned to his dad, and in that sweet, piping voice, he called out, "Daddy, I'm coming~!"

Andre slowed his car to match his son's speed, rolling along side by side. Cooper cruised nearby on his board, keeping pace with both of them.

Back at home, Mia was curled up on the couch in her pale pink pajamas, phone tucked to her ear as she called her mom. "Hey, Mom, I already talked to the hotel —they'll have a car ready for you guys. Super convenient. Need me to translate anything?"

Madison scoffed, "We're all far more capable than you, thank you very much! We can manage."

was Madison, another elegant lady, a powerhouse businesswoman, and, well, Mrs. Cedillo-though compared to the rest, Mia always felt like the

want, but you're

get home? If he's back, let him sleep with

already stole my son's bedtime

from outside, a certain little tiger cub's voice rang out,

hurry and raced outside to

the clock on her drive home, dialed her mom. "Coleen,

troublemakers. They took Ms. Anya out for some fun-she hasn't gone to bed before midnight in ages, and I don't think she's

meanwhile, didn't pick up her daughter's call. Anya was in the living room, frowning at her phone.

Mom? Is

something? Can you check

"Ever think maybe

her dad, the recording chimed

are

right?" Leo

voice all sweet and small. "No,