Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Molly hopped out of the car. "Hey, Dad! Your little girl's home-happy to see me?”

That evening, Hansen turned in early and locked his bedroom door.

The next morning, he woke to find two pint-sized troublemakers waiting by his door, barely tall enough to reach the handle.

While Mia was teaching her class, Andre was stuck in a meeting downtown. Out in the yard, Henry stood on tiptoe, pudgy hands reaching out. "Squeeze, squeeze, give it to me! I wanna play!"

Hansen was trying to water his plants, but the two kids followed him everywhere, squabbling over who got to 'help.'

Wayne clung to Grandpa's leg, waving his tiny fist in the air. Hansen scooped his grandson up, while the other little rascal rolled on the grass, impossible to corral. That same morning, Henry almost drowned one of Grandpa's precious plants. For the first time ever, Hansen built a fence around his backyard garden.

Later, while the housekeeper was digging in the yard, the boys wandered over. When Mia and Molly got home, they found their sons caked in mud from head to toe.

Molly looked them up and down. "Are these still ours?"

Mia sighed. "Even if we wash them, I'm not sure I want 'em back."

hands filthy, dashed after their moms. The women shrieked and darted away,

the time Andre got home, both kids were finally scrubbed clean and smelling

lose track of time. Anya waited up for

Leo would walk in and see the warm light she'd left

the couch. She'd blink awake, voice soft and sleepy. "Chad,

clock would read

through her hair and yawned.

but dinner

up. "Go wash up. I'll

while Anya whipped up something simple in

lately: no greasy hair, no weird smells, which meant

upstairs: "Chunky, come up

up. Anya was in her pajamas; Leo told her

My place is

"If you moved in with them, could you resist all those midnight