Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Finally, Mia grabbed her husband-yes, the big-shot business tycoon-and practically dragged him over to the nurse's station. "Nurse, can you check my husband's blood pressure, please?"

Andre just sighed. Resistance was pointless. So there he was, this towering, imposing man, pinned to the chair by his petite wife, stuck there while the nurse checked his blood pressure and ran an EKG for good measure.

When it came to more tests, though, Andre put his foot down. "I'll come back for the rest when the company does our annual checkup. We'll do it together then," he insisted.

Luckily, everything came back normal, so Mia finally breathed easy, clutching the results as they headed home.

Back at the house, Henry's "new toy" had arrived.

Ash: "Aaaah-"

Mr. Calder grumbled, "Hopeless. Just hopeless. Not nearly as sweet as my little princess at home."

Andre strolled over, smiling, arms out to pick up Ash.

But even if father and son weren't exactly tight, when a stranger showed up, Ash knew who his real anchor was. He turned away from Andre, clinging to his dad's neck like a lifeline.

Mr. Calder's heart just about melted. At least his boy knew who to trust.

picked up his own son, while Henry, little face all screwed up, watched his baby

"Ash, come here,

didn't budge. So Mia went over and scooped up the little one herself. Thankfully, Mr. Calder was a pretty solid dad-Ash was

kid, frozen in place. The tears on his lashes had dried, and he still clutched the new toy his dad had bought

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over. Then, he handed his toy

protest

laughing. "Looks like Andre doesn't have half

wandered over, and Molly came in with her

hopped out of the car, he made a beeline for his

could walk now, by the

climbed onto the bed, delivered a few well-aimed kicks to wake his mom, and the two of them had a good-natured wrestle to start the day. It got

Chad shook his head, gave them both talking-to, then headed out the door. Molly, still miffed, refused to hold Wayne's hand, and Wayne, not missing a beat, walked on his own like he owned the

kid had only ever played helpless to get more hugs

strutted around just

Cedillo house, Wayne immediately set off to

him go, little steps, hands all dainty, wobbling