Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1677

Andre picked up the book and gathered his little boy close, ready to teach him some classic poetry.

"Daddy, what's the Mississippi River?” Henry asked, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.

Andre smiled. "The Mississippi? That's America's mother river."

Henry shot a puzzled glance at his mom.

Mia laughed. “It's your dad's mother river, but not mine. The Mississippi is a big, beautiful river-long, wide, and sparkling."

"Mommy, are there fish to eat in the river?" Henry wondered aloud.

That made Mia sit up cross-legged on the bed. "Honey, have I ever eaten Mississippi River fish?"

Henry scrambled up onto Andre's chest. “Daddy, I haven't had it either.”

Andre let out a patient sigh. "Let's read the poem first. When I get some time, I'll take you both to see for yourselves."

just stuck his little bottom in the air and

Mia were just as wiped out. Instead of making it back to

Molly answered, yawning so hard

"Nope. Yours?”

two-year-old? That's a whole other story." Mia glanced into the living room, watching Henry tear around with boundless energy. Wherever he went— even if he got into a little trouble-he brought laughter and smiles in his wake. His face was always lit up with joy,


bird!"

said it was their own special name, and clever little Henry would sometimes mix

outside. "Let's see

porch, Hansen looked up and said, "That's a dragonfly. You know, when dragonflies fly low, it

“Grampy, what's

but Havenbrook had barely seen any rain this year.

etched in his face. He'd told his sons, Andre, if

markets—they're never steady. Bruce Cedillo sighed, "What worries me most

"Bruce,

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