Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Milka handed each of them a glass of water. "You're here to rest and heal, nothing else. Don't get any funny ideas."

With Milka keeping the house in order, the two of them were model patients, quietly following the medic's instructions every evening after work.

Jupiter had seen enough-he figured that White boy was going to be his future son-in-law, like it or not.

Well, it could be worse. At least he could trust his daughter would be in good hands.

Lately, whenever Andre got home from work, he'd either find his son perched on the porch, happily licking a popsicle while waiting for him, or see the little guy sprawled out with a mini watermelon, seeds stuck to his shirt and cheeks, mumbling through each sticky bite as he waited.

"Where's your mom?" Andre would ask.

"Not home," Henry replied with that signature troublemaker's grin.

Not home again?

A little while later, Mia came through the door.

"When you're done eating, clothes off and straight into

the living room, Andre watched his wife over the next few days and noticed she was in a

you been running off

out to lunch with

spitfire by making it seem like he didn't trust her. "School's about to start, isn't it? Did Jamie and Denny get

he's busy hunting for a law internship,” Mia said, grabbing a mini melon from the table. She took

back. "Love

Mars' injured tailbone, which made her think of Andre's worries. She thought about the little one's mom-such a sweet girl, she just couldn't imagine her

dialed

Milka, what's up?"

day? I thought I saw you on the road and wanted to wave, but I was driving and missed you. It was blazing hot-what were you doing

a second. “Oh, that day? I went

"The courthouse?"

through and through, had picked up plenty of knowledge by now. With nothing much going on over summer break, she'd looked up court hearings online and applied to sit