Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Wayne thought his mom was just playing around with him. He flashed her a bright little grin, mouth opening and closing a few times as if he was about to say something, but nothing came out. He kept trying: "Ma, ma~ Mama."

Molly suddenly froze, and even Chad, nearby, stopped what he was doing.

"Wait, what did you just call me?" Molly blinked, thinking she must have heard wrong.

She had tried teaching him at home so many times with zero luck-yet the minute she'd joked about turning his little paws into stew, he suddenly got it?

Wayne sat on the bed, looking up at her with that sweet, round face and those bright, sparkly eyes. He opened his mouth again. Molly stared, holding her breath. "Mmm... ma... mama."

Instantly, Molly scooped him up and rolled across the bed, covering his cheeks in kisses. "Mama's not making any stew, Wayne! You're way too cute. How does your little voice sound so sweet? Mama just has to kiss you again."

Just a minute ago, she was threatening to call the cops on her mischievous boy. Now her phone was tossed somewhere on the bed, forgotten, while she smothered Wayne with hugs and kisses.

"Hey, Molly," Chad called out.

All he heard over the phone was Molly giggling with excitement, still busy kissing their son.

"Hello?" Chad tried again.

Molly didn't even hear him, still busy lifting Wayne up, pretending to nibble his cheeks and showering him with kisses.

Eventually, Chad gave up and hung up. He called again, and this time the ringtone finally caught Molly's attention. "Wait, where's my phone?"

She rolled around in the tangle of blankets, searching until she finally found it. She answered, "Hey, Chad, what's up? Sweetie just called me 'mama'!"

"Put Wayne to bed, okay? Don't let him pick up your habit of staying up all night and sleeping all day."

"Whatever. You're coming to pick us up tomorrow anyway-just call when you're here."noveldrama

Molly brushed off her husband's lecture and cuddled Wayne, who was now standing up on the bed, his tiny hands gripping her shoulders as he took a couple of shaky steps. "Dada~"

"Hey, kiddo. Try to sleep early, alright? Don't turn into a night owl like your mom."

Molly smirked, "We're not listening to your dad, Wayne. I'm off tomorrow and you don't have school."

She hugged her son close, covering his face with kisses all over again.

A knock came at the door. "Boss, here's the file you wanted."

Chad gestured at the desk, chatted with Molly for a minute or two more, then hung up and turned to his paperwork.

That night, mother and son

burrowed under the covers.

Suddenly, Molly had a thought. "Wayne, you aren't as sneaky as your dad, are you? The moment I joked about stewing your little paws, you finally learned to say 'mama"?"

Wayne yawned, his little face tilted up to hers. It was bedtime.

Within minutes, the once noisy bedroom turned quiet, both of them drifting off to sleep, lost in their dreams.

Early the next morning, Chad finished his night shift and drove over to the Cedillo house to pick up his wife.

He arrived early—everyone except those headed to work was still asleep.

In the living room, Andre was making a bottle of formula for his son. Chad walked over, picked up his own son's blue bottle, and scooped in some special formula. "Andre, did Molly get into any trouble yesterday besides picking the lock?"

Andre laughed, “That was all old news—it just happened to come out yesterday."

The two dads finished making bottles for their boys. Andre said, "I'm off to work

today. You keep an eye on the other five so they don't burn the place down."

"Five?" Chad blinked, confused for a second.

As Andre and his brother-in-law headed upstairs, he explained, "Mia, Henry, Molly, sweetie, and our dad!"