Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1370

Before Wayne turned one, Molly had already dragged him off to the photo studio for a whole album’s worth of pictures. She even pulled a few strings at work, getting the company designers to recreate the same outfit Chad wore in his iconic childhood snapshot. So there they were—father and son—striking the same pose, in the same clothes, old and new photos lined up for a perfect then-and-now comparison.

She didn’t stop at outfits, either. Back in the day, Chad had a little red dot painted on his forehead in those baby pictures, so of course, Wayne got one too.

Looking at the throwback-style photos, Naomi couldn’t help but laugh. “Leo had these done too!”

Anya wandered over, curious as ever. “Auntie, did Chad wear one of those forehead stickers as a kid too?”

Leo jumped in, indignant. “No, I didn’t!”

Hansen grinned, “Sure you did! And so did your uncle.”

Andre just threw up his hands in silent surrender.

Mia cocked her head, looking up at her dad. “So, Dad, where are the baby pictures of my husband?”

Hansen shot a look at his son. “All those embarrassing photos? He hid them himself.”

Mia turned to Andre, eyes twinkling. “Babe~”

Andre avoided her gaze, thinking about those childhood photos that didn’t match his current cool-guy vibe at all. “I tossed them.”

Mia pouted. “Then I’ll find whatever’s left myself. Even if I have to piece together the shreds, I’ll make it happen.”

Wayne’s first birthday bash was held at a hotel.

As the Byrne family’s eldest great-grandson, and with the family’s elders all present, the guest list was way too long for a house party. Even a big round table at a restaurant wouldn’t cut it, so they went all out and booked a whole banquet hall, keeping it festive and intimate.

The last time most people saw Wayne, he was just a tiny bundle barely longer than Chad’s forearm, swaddled up and sleeping. Now he was a chubby little ball of energy in his dad’s arms.

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