Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Hansen sniffed the air, sensing something was off. He grabbed his little grandson's hand and quickened his pace toward home. "Big storm's coming. Let's get inside, quick.”

They'd barely made it under the porch when the sky opened up and rain came pouring down-like someone had dumped a giant bucket of water from above.

Henry, ever the rascal, wriggled and tried to dash out into the downpour. No one could hold him back.

Andre came out, scolding his son, and just scooped him up with both arms, carrying him back in as Henry kicked and screamed, desperate to see the storm.

“You've never seen a rainstorm before?” Andre asked.

Henry, stubborn as ever, wiped his tears and said, “No.”

Mia rolled up her sleeves, ready for action. “Honey, let me handle this.”

She took Henry outside, stuck out her arm from beneath the eaves, and let the heavy rain pummel her skin.

After checking a few spots, she found where the rain hit hardest. She picked Henry up, held him so his tiny feet stuck out under the eaves, and let the fat drops drum down on his toes. Henry yelped-the sting was real.

started bawling

want to play in the rain?” Mia asked,

shook his

settled down

or four in the afternoon, it was as gloomy as dusk, and the house glowed with the

Mia called her parents. “Mom, Dad, it's pouring out here. I'm not bringing Henry over for the next couple of days—we'll visit next week, okay? You two

phone too, chattering

until seven or eight

for Henry ages ago—he finally got to

at the Byrne house, Molly had long since given up on getting her son to behave. The two of them grabbed an umbrella and went out to hunt for

and son came back, hand in hand, heads hanging. "Mom, we didn't

night, the

to come back, so both

at work late, and when the rain hit, it was so fierce that a few coworkers, unable to get a ride, asked if

they all worked at the same company, Milka couldn't really turn them down. Still, she was nervous—she wasn't used to driving in weather like this. Just then, her friend Mars called. “Milka, are you really going to