Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

He'd shout for her, then take another big bite of watermelon to keep his energy up.

Mia was buried under the covers, just her forehead peeking out, a few messy strands of hair tangled across it, making her look soft and half-asleep.

Henry's little hands were sticky from snacking, and he gently tugged his mom's hair to one side so it wouldn't cover her forehead.

Then he pulled the blanket away, staring seriously at Mia's sleepy face pressed into the pillow. He held out his half-eaten slice of watermelon to her lips. "Mommy, open up—'ahh'~"

Mia felt something touch her and rolled over, stretching out flat on her back. After a good sleep, she woke up naturally.

She turned her head and eyed her son. "What are you doing in here?"

"Waking Mommy up for breakfast."

Henry waved his watermelon at her again, offering her a bite. Mia reached for her phone and checked the time, groaning. "Your dad is really something else."

Henry made a mental note of that.

Five minutes later, Mia finally forced herself to sit up, scooping her grubby little boy into her arms and feeding him a bite of watermelon. "Up and at 'em."

As she went to wash up, Mia ran her fingers over the sticky hair at her forehead, confused. “What's up with my hair?"

She looked down at Henry, who was still busy with his watermelon. "Did you mess with Mommy's hair just now?"

grinned and

still wet-Mia came downstairs and sat at

his nap and was

almost time for Henry, too. After stretching,

he walked in, his son

at her son. "Hey! Watch

to Mia, but she automatically scooted a few

pulled her into his

"To get some water."

it for

afraid you'll poison

stared each

Henry whispered to Grandpa, "Grandpa, Mommy's

quickly covered his grandson's mouth. “Shh,

for a meal, bringing her own

a big grin, teasing, "My husband says Mars is way too old to still

Milka sighed. "...Thanks, really."

asked Mars, "When's

still sulking, chased after her.