Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Later, Henry perched himself by the bathroom sink, soaking his tiny feet in warm water while half-heartedly pretending to wash his dad's mug.

But, being a little rascal, he used the very same water from his foot bath to rinse the mug. Mia just sighed. "Honey, tomorrow when you drink from that, it might have a bit of a funky smell. Don't be picky." She tousled Henry's hair, smiling. "You helped make this little troublemaker, you know."

After all, he was their combined masterpiece.

Andre drew in a deep breath. "Henry, hand Daddy the mug. I'll wash it myself."

But Henry, stubborn as ever, shook his head. "No! I wanna wash it for Daddy!"

He was having way too much fun with the soapy bubbles to stop now.

Inevitably, Andre gave him a little swat, and Henry, suds still clinging to his hands, burst into tears as he was hustled out of the bathroom.

Mia quickly rewashed the mug and set it back on the shelf.

Andre, still a bit exasperated, declared, "Tomorrow, you're off to your grandpa's."

The next day, Hansen spotted his precious grandson at the door. "What's this? Caused enough trouble at home, so you've come to mess up Grandpa's place?"

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the hilt, even snuggling up for a

telling them all about her job. She was always the type to share good news and keep the worries to herself, so she made her work sound like a dream. "Milka's been teaching me so much,

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exchanged puzzled glances. So... who exactly was this

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nodded, "Exactly, Mom, Dad. I'm planning to help Uncle Mars by making sure Milka doesn't get snatched up by

their share of troubles, but she was always

managed to wedge himself at the dinner table right

keeping little ones in line.

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Anya. "I'm here so much, the front desk asked if I wanted their