Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1391

Anya got up to run a quick errand, and soon came back, handing something to each of the three women holding babies.

Mia tucked the blanket around her son’s feet, then shot Molly a look. “Your baby’s got his toes sticking out.”

Molly rushed to fix it, but Mia corrected her. “Wrap it the long way.”

Aimee, meanwhile, was so busy tucking in her own son that she nearly woke him up. Even the moms who’d done this before still managed to fumble, while the ones without kids stood awkwardly on the sidelines.

Finally, Mia couldn’t take it anymore. She stood up, baby in her arms, crouched down, and wrapped both the other babies up nice and snug.

“Mrs. Cedillo, you are mom goals,” someone said with a laugh.

Mia grinned. “I’ve been carrying my son since he was this small. I never trusted him with the nanny—he wouldn’t even let her near. I washed his little clothes by hand, scrubbed his chubby thighs, did it all myself.”

She looked down at her sleeping little marshmallow and smiled. “Honestly, your kids are angels compared to mine. Mine was a total handful. He cried at the drop of a hat—like, eight hundred times a day. His dad would be away on business trips, but still had to listen to him wailing over the phone.

Our whole family started a running bet: ‘How many times will Henry cry today?’ If his tears could fill a lake, I swear West Lake would be dry by now.” She shook her head and kept going, “And none of your babies are as chunky as mine was. When he was a few months old, he was so fat he had a double chin you could measure. Couldn’t even find his neck at bath time—I’d have to get my husband to hold his head while I went searching for it.

Carrying him around gave me tendonitis in my wrist, so my husband started taking him to the office. That’s when the real chaos started—he caused so much trouble at work that we ran out of fingers trying to count the disasters.”

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