Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1762

Andre didn’t buy it for a second.

Still, he pulled up to the gates of Havenbrook University. Mia pointed at their son in the backseat. “Honey, what about him?”

Andre glanced back at their little guy, who blinked his bright eyes, looking from Dad to Mom with that innocent, confused look only kids can pull off.

What did he do this time?

“Go on to class, don’t worry,” Andre said, pausing. “I’ll deal with him.”

Mia hesitated, clearly debating if she should call in sick again, but Andre reassured her, “Relax. We’ve been raising him for almost four years. I can handle our wild child. Go, or you’ll be late. I’ll pick you up after class.”

“And I’ll come pick up Mommy too!” their son added enthusiastically.

Mia got out, still looking back with that reluctant mom face.

Andre and Henry watched her head inside. As soon as she was out of sight, Andre turned and gave their son a look—one that said, “I see you.” He groaned, “Henry, what did you do to my back seat? There are crumbs everywhere!”

Henry peeked at the mess and replied, all sweet and innocent, “But Daddy, it’s not dirty!”

Just then, Andre’s phone rang—Noah was calling. He locked the car doors, pulled out of the lot, and started in on his dad lecture as they drove to the office.

Henry, meanwhile, was sprawled out on the backseat floor, fishing out a cookie he’d dropped—and, of course, popped it right back into his mouth.

After all, Mom always said not to waste food, or else you’d get punished by the universe.

“Mommy, what does ‘punished by the universe’ mean?” he’d once asked.

His mom had answered, “It means getting your butt smacked.”

Henry frowned at the memory. “But you and Daddy smack my butt all the time.”

Mia had grinned, “That’s because the universe makes us do it. You think we want to? No way—you’re our favorite little guy.”

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