Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1765

When they got home that night, their little tattletale made a beeline for Grandpa, ready to spill the day’s drama. Hansen scooped his precious grandson into his arms, hugging him tight. “Why didn’t you call Grandpa, huh? If I’d known, I’d have gone right over. Let’s see if that old geezer would still dare yell at my sweet boy with me there.” He held onto Henry so long the little guy tried wriggling free, but there was no escaping Grandpa’s bear hug.

Still grumbling, Hansen suddenly remembered that all the other grandpas had shown up earlier—and no one even told him. He turned and hollered at his son, “Andre! This was a big deal, why didn’t you tell me? The other grandpas showed up—why couldn’t I go?”

Andre looked at his fuming dad sprawled on the couch, then glanced at his own son—already looking a little sorry for himself. “And what would you have done if you’d gone? Started a shouting match?”

Hansen snorted, “I’d have stood up for my grandson, what else?”

Andre shook his head, eyeing his son, who was basically spoiled rotten by the whole family. “He’s already too gutsy for his own good. If you keep backing him up, he’ll end up thinking he’s invincible.”

Hansen, tired of arguing, tried to scoop Henry up again, but after two failed attempts, he sighed, “Alright, buddy, let’s just hold hands and go.”

His wrinkled old hand curled around a grubby, chubby little paw as they headed up the steps. “Grandpa, do you know how to do the boogie-woogie?”

Hansen blinked in confusion. “The what? Boogie what?”

“No, not that! Both Mom and Dad know how. Cooper does too,” Henry explained, dead serious.

Hansen frowned, suspicious. Since when did his fierce daughter-in-law Mia and his troublemaker second son know how to boogie-woogie? Were they pulling one over on his sweet boy again?

After her shower, Mia came downstairs looking for her son. “Henry? Where are you, monkey? Sweetie?”

Seeing only Andre in the living room, she asked, “Babe, where’s our kid?”

On their way out, as the dads got ready to drop off their respective charges, Andre pulled his father aside and said, “Yesterday’s problem is already sorted out. If you see Mr. Swift today, keep it cool—don’t get Henry caught up in any gossip.”

Henry was the youngest Cedillo and Andre’s only son, which already made him stand out at school. If Grandpa started something at the school gates, who knew what rumors would fly?

Parents’ behavior always reflected on their kids.

Andre and Mia always made a point to keep it classy at drop-off—they knew they were representing Henry.

Hansen waved him off. “Alright, alright, I know. You’ve only been a dad for a few years, I’ve been at this for decades—three boys to your one. Don’t school me on fatherhood.” He took Henry’s hand, giving Andre a look that was half teasing, half dismissive.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Mia rested her chin on her hand, pulling silly faces at her son. “Remember, pumpkin, don’t get too curious about classmates who look different, okay? If you run into any trouble, just call for your teacher.”