Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"Henry, are you part pig or something? You and your uncle go out and can't even bother with a shower?" Mia scolded as she scrubbed her son.

The little tiger cub bellowed back, "I did take a bath! Mommy's just picking on her stinky baby again!"

Mars couldn't see his godson on the screen anymore. Andre needed to help with shampoo duty, so he ended the call and hurried into the bathroom. "Where'd you go with your uncle?"

"Hmph, not telling you, Dad!" Henry pouted, arms crossed in protest.

Mia shot back, "You're such a little guy, but that temper is something else. What's next, you think you can just grow wings and fly away?"

"I am flying!" Henry declared, grinning.

Andre stepped in, "Alright, eyes closed. Let me rinse your hair."

Henry squeezed his eyes shut, and as Andre poured warm water over his head,

he puckered his lips and spat out the water like a champion.

"Whose kid are you, anyway?" Mia asked, half annoyed, half amused.

"I'm just some random kid!" Henry replied, full of mischief.

Mia grumbled, but the fondness in her voice was clear.

tore through the living room

on the phone?" Mia called

sounded bored-probably just wanted to chat

name, ran over. "Dad, I wanna talk to my

him the phone, dialed, and switched to

a few times—then, surprisingly, the

up, but just as he was about to answer, a group stepped out of the restaurant. Without missing a beat,

blinked, totally lost. Wasn't goddad the one

would do for

the eaves, Milka stood with a man. The two of them

got into their

are you getting home, Director Grant? Milka?" a coworker

in his suit and exuding confidence, stood next to Milka Mars recognized him instantly-that was

ve

roses last

his feelings plain as day. "Milka, where do

me drive

head. "It's fine, I'll grab a cab. I'll be home in

at night

Their colleagues exchanged looks,