Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Soon enough, Andre called out, "Henry, come let your mom have a turn."

Henry sighed, clearly worried his mom might take a tumble. He lifted his little hand and said, "Alright, but you have to hold Mom's hand."

It was a warm summer night in the park. People were trickling home, while this little family of three practically owned the whole path.

Andre was on the left, Henry on the right, each gripping one of Mia's hands—though she definitely leaned more on Andre's side. Father and son steadied Mia as she tried her luck at skateboarding.

Henry made a valiant effort to teach his mom some moves, but when she just couldn't get it, he finally burst out in his sweet baby voice, "Mom, you're such a goofball~"

Mia stood on the skateboard, only moving because her husband held her steady and gave her gentle pushes. Henry watched his mom with a tiny frown, his face full of concern.

On the drive home that night, Henry sat in the backseat, clutching Mia's phone, ready to tattle to Cooper. "Cooper, you need to come back and teach Mom. I tried, but she just can't do it—she's a total goofball~" Mia reached back to pinch her son's chubby cheeks. “And who, exactly, are you calling a goofball?"

Henry turned back to the phone, grumbling, “Cooper, Mom's teasing me again~"

cheerful voice piped up, “Honey,

come play with me," Henry chirped,

down his scooter all by himself, with his parents watching. He dashed barefoot into his playroom to put his toys back where they belonged,

pulling his sleepy wife close. “Mia, what made you suddenly decide to tell me about what

half-asleep and totally spent, waved her hand lazily. “Honey, I'm done with divorce

you fantasized about divorcing

lay on her back, nervously swallowing, and tried

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figured you were worried about me but didn't want

Mars told

Mars,"

"...Why?"

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