Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1095

At first, it was just Leo living here; Anya was still dragging her feet at the Cedillo house, not quite ready to move out.

Leo cut straight to the chase, “You think if Molly does her postpartum stay at the Cedillo's, you'll get to see Wayne every day, huh?”

Anya dodged his glance, “Chad, stop with the nonsense!”

“I’m not making this up, and you know it. Listen, Molly’s part of the Byrne family now, and she’ll be doing her recovery there. Time to stop dreaming, and start packing.”

That got Anya thinking. Once Molly was discharged and back with the Byrnes, Anya's fantasy crumbled, and she started packing her bags.

Naomi, a bit wistful, said, “Anya, your room's always here for you. Go stay with Leo for a bit, but come back whenever you want.”

Anya replied dutifully, “Thanks, Auntie.”

Hansen chimed in with a grin, “Looks like we gained a grandson, but lost a ‘granddaughter-in-law’.”

Anya blushed; she wasn’t Chad’s wife just yet!

Luckily, Hansen was mostly occupied with little Henry, who kept him busy 80% of the time.

Annie swung by the Byrne house to check in on Molly. The baby boy in the crib was content, asleep after feeding, waking only when hungry or uncomfortable.

After dropping off a gift, Annie found Coleen tending to her daughter, “Are you a friend of Molly’s?”

“Sort of. She works with my Chad, so she’s a friend,” Jade said proudly, turning her husband’s colleagues into family friends.

“Hey, Molly, has Conner dropped by to see Wayne lately?”

“Nope. They haven’t even seen Henry, I bet. Why, missing him already?”

Annie quickly denied, “No way, just don’t want him stirring up trouble at work.”

Annie didn’t stay long, citing work duties as an excuse to leave.

She walked back to her dorm, trying Conner’s number again, but no luck this time either.

Molly shook her head, “No, no, no. Remember how Henry’s cries used to wake the whole house? Look at mine. Peace and quiet.”

Mia felt a twinge of envy for the first time.

Cry, comfort, feed, and then back to sleep.

Her house, in contrast, was filled with cries and tantrums…

“Have I spoiled him too much?” she wondered.

Back home, Mia watched her playful son, full of energy.

At dinner, he threw a fit about the high chair, and even when allowed to stand on a stool, he refused to eat out of spite.

At bedtime, there were tears for a phone, a fuss over toys; Mia and Andre seemed to have settled into this routine with Henry.