Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1111

Coleen went straight to the photo album, pulled out a picture from Chad's first month, and tossed it onto the table. "Molly, check this out!"

Molly grabbed the photo with a spark of excitement. "Oh wow," she exclaimed, "He's a dead ringer for Chad! I’ve basically given birth to a mini Chad."

Coleen: "..."

That evening, when Chad came home, Molly couldn’t contain her excitement and rushed to him. "Chad, I’ve given birth to you."

Officer Chad: "..."

"Wait, that’s not right. I mean, I’ve given birth to a little version of you."

Officer Chad: "..."

Jade raised an eyebrow, thinking the conversation sounded amusingly off. "Anyway, our son looks just like you."

"Sweetheart, you’ve given birth to our son."

Chad decided to stop teasing his wife. He picked up their sleepy son and, with his own baby photo in hand, compared them, laughing more with each glance. "He really does look just like me."

When Leo came to see the baby, Molly proudly showed him the photo. "Look, doesn’t he look just like my Chad? My grandma always said Chad was the most handsome guy in our neck of the woods. Little Wayne’s gonna be quite the charmer."

Leo, ever the realist, chimed in, "Don’t get too ahead of yourself. It’s fine if he looks like your husband, but what if he inherits your temper? Maybe you should start thinking about baby number two."

Molly, slightly puzzled, asked, "What’s wrong with being like me?"

"Could be a bit of a handful."

In the Byrne family living room, Molly chased Leo around with playful intent, while Leo dodged her.

Anya, rubbing her hands together mischievously, quietly went to scoop up the sleeping baby. "Hey there, little sleepyhead, wake up for a bit and then you can doze off again."

…

During the day, Anya was at school, and Leo was often out.

The one-month celebration was shaping up to be quite the social gathering.

Kendrick’s colleagues, Chad’s coworkers, Coleen’s business partners, old friends, and neighbors from the Sullivan household, including friends and family from the Cedillo clan, were all invited.

In mid-May, Mia packed up to head back home. "Yingying, there’s a big celebration at my place, and my defense is coming up soon, so I won’t be around for a while. You’ve got to keep pushing on your own."

Mia spent her days at home studying for her exams, while a little “pest” clung to her, occasionally hugging her legs and calling out, "Mommy, mom, momma!"

When Mia hid to study, he would climb the stairs, going room to room, playing hide and seek, searching for his mom.

The summer rains brought a May shower, leaving the garden’s blooms looking a bit ragged.

Henry, new to such sights, watched the thunderstorm from the window. When a thunderbolt struck, he crouched down, curiously watching the sky.

Once the rain cleared, the courtyard, freshly washed by the downpour, glistened with a renewed vibrancy, and the earthy scent of rain-soaked soil filled the air.