Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"What's going on?" Leo asked.

Henry, the only kid who could really talk, piped up, "Big bro, give us food. Little bro's hungry."

So that was it—Leo had brought home takeout, and the three little ones caught the smell. They'd gone to check it out, but couldn't reach the table, so they tried climbing onto the chairs like they did at home. Only, these chairs weren't the heavy wooden ones they were used to-they were lighter, and as soon as the kids started climbing, the chairs wobbled and crashed to the floor.

Leo bent down, picked up the fallen chair, and squatted to face the three. "Alright, you three, hands out. Let's have a look-no hiding."

Henry stuck out his tiny, chubby hands-soft and adorable.

Leo checked him over, then looked at his feet. No scratches or bruises. "Next."

Ash got caught by his brother-in-law and shot his big sister a teary, betrayed look. "What are you crying for? I'm your brother too, you know."

Leo checked over his little brother-in-law-aside from some grubby hands, he was fine.

Then he called over the youngest, Wayne. "Wayne, your turn. Come here, buddy."

up Wayne and checked

glanced between the dining table and the living room, sighing in defeat. He slumped onto the couch, pulling Ash to his left and the little dragon-Wayne-to

the only one he couldn't pin down,

just to get the

used to crash. He set up cartoons on the tablet and turned

head of the bed, with Anya acting like a safety railing to keep

sister, the routine was

dinner, sodas to drink, cartoons before bed, snacks scattered across the sheets, bottles in hand. Stuffed, cozy, and

little ones were out,

blanket, already asleep. Leo lay at the foot of the bed, making himself a guardrail, with the wall on the other side, forming

drifted into a light,

as he woke, he turned

slipped his hand under the covers and held one of his little brother's feet,

call at work. "So, you took off, huh? Two hours gone

got it,” Chad replied, hanging