Chapter Summary: Chapter 1397 – Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance by Sydney Roberts
In Chapter 1397, a key moment in the Romance novel Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance, Sydney Roberts delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.
There was no response. Panic gripped her, and she jumped out of bed, bare feet hitting the floor as she raced to the door. Flinging it open, she spotted the three boys playing in the living room. Relief washed over her, though her heart was still thumping.
“You scared me to death—I thought my son was missing!”
She hurried over, scooped her little boy into her arms, and smothered him with kisses. “You nearly gave Mommy a heart attack.”
Jared’s lips wobbled, and before long, he was sobbing, “Daddy, wah—” He missed his dad. Without him around, life just wasn’t the same for this little guy.
The feeling was infectious. She felt her own eyes sting. “We’ll see Daddy as soon as we get home, okay? Don’t cry, sweetheart.”
Mia stepped over and explained, “Jared was hungry this morning. You looked exhausted, so I just brought him out to play.”
“Thank you,” she said, genuinely relieved.
Mia grinned. “No problem.”
Molly came out of the bathroom, towel draped over her shoulders. “Oh, you’re up! Your kid is such a sweetheart. He saw you sleeping this morning and wouldn’t even make a peep to wake you. My two little monsters? One tried to bite my face and the other poked me right in the nose.”
The two moms exchanged an exasperated glance. As their hungry boys gulped down their bottles, they each gave their sons a gentle, playful swat on the bottom.
Henry was unfazed, standing on his mom’s lap and chugging away at his formula.
Wayne, on the other hand, paused, puzzled, eyebrows scrunched. Why did his little butt suddenly sting?
Aimee hugged her son tightly. “Honestly, I wouldn’t mind if my kid woke me up by yelling.”
She pinched his chubby cheek. “Why didn’t you call for Mommy, huh? I wouldn’t have been mad.”
Right then, the kitchen door swung open and Anya called out, “Breakfast is ready!”
They all headed to the kitchen. In no time, Anya had laid out four dishes and a soup, plus a big bowl of baby porridge.
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