Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1792

Andre slipped back into the bedroom. Mia, still groggy, rolled over and yawned. “Babe, what’s the little rascal up to now?”

Pulling on a shirt and grabbing his phone, Andre said, “The kids want an English lesson. You catch a few more winks—I’ll handle it. I’ll wake you up at two.”

He headed to the study, where both kids clambered onto his lap, one on each leg, ready for their lesson.

By noon, the grown-ups were awake, but the two Henrys were getting drowsy. Henry flopped straight into his dad’s arms and was out like a light. Wayne, rubbing his sleepy eyes, insisted on finding his own dad.

Chad scooped Wayne up, and the little guy buried his face in Chad’s shoulder. He was asleep in seconds.

Later, Andre and Chad, each carrying a snoozing child, went back to the bedroom to gently wake their wives.

That afternoon, Grandpa Hansen was in the garden, pretending to complain, “I’m done playing with you two!” But he was grinning like a mischievous kid, sneaking up behind his granddaughters with his cane to give them a good scare.

His prank landed—Molly and Mia shrieked, and Hansen took off running, faster than anyone expected.

Henry, still sleepy and watching the chaos from his dad’s lap, gave a big yawn and made a show of fake-crying. He hadn’t slept enough, but his dad had roused him so he wouldn’t turn into a night owl.

Wayne, meanwhile, was impossible to wake. Bruce picked him up and held him upright, but Wayne just let his head loll and kept right on dreaming. He’d started out napping in Chad’s arms, but Bruce had carried him off.

Chad called over, “Hey, big bro, you’re not going to wake Sweetie up like that.”

He crossed the room to try rousing his son himself.

Meanwhile, Molly and Mia caught up with their dad, both of them yelling right into Hansen’s ears. “Aaaah!” Hansen groaned, “I’m not deaf yet, but you two are trying real hard.”

His daughters grinned, “No worries, Dad—we’ll buy you hearing aids!”

Hansen huffed in frustration, turning to confront the ringleader—just in time to spot Mia standing right by his precious mantle display, one hand gripping the family’s prized keepsake.

The three of them lined up: Hansen in the middle, stuck deciding which treasure—or which daughter—to rescue first.

Everyone else—whether they’d just woken up or were just in it for the show—clustered by the windows, watching the madness in the yard.

Naomi, abandoning her chores, sighed happily, “Good thing this house is big enough for the kids to run wild.”

Bruce chuckled, watching their father’s predicament. “They’re holding Dad’s most prized possessions hostage.”

Chad, cuddling his now-awake son, stood with Andre by another window. “Big bro, Mia’s sharper and quicker than Molly. She’s the brains—Molly just dives in headfirst.”

Andre didn’t take his eyes off Mia. His gaze was full of affection. “She really is—the smartest person in the world.”