Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Chad planted a kiss on his son's cheek, feeling no more envy towards Andre. He now had his own little one who kept calling him "daddy" with every breath.

As they hit the road again, Coleen sat upfront, helping her husband navigate.

In the middle row, the small family trio sat comfortably, with Chad unable to take his eyes off his son's adorable face. The nap they had earlier had left them all wide awake.

In the back, Grandma Aubrey and Grandpa Elmer were playfully teasing Wayne, saying, "How about a little song for great-grandpa?"

They finally got home at 2 AM, with Wayne asleep again in his mom's arms.

The Byrne family had just about finished unpacking, while the Cedillo family was taking their sweet time.

Andre had wrapped up his tasks, signaling the start of the holiday for the Cedillo Group.

Lately, Mia and her son had been staying with the Cedillo family.

Hansen was always eager to see his grandson but never quite adapted to life at Maplewood Estates. So, the family of three moved in to keep the elders company.

Yet, once they settled in, Hansen found his grandson a bit too lively. "Now, be a good boy, don't touch that! It's grandpa's lucky bamboo. No shaking!"

Mia walked over and gave her son a gentle tap on the bottom. "Let go, you can't play with grandpa's bamboo."

Henry pouted, but he finally let go of the bamboo.

Mia picked him up, asking her dad, "So, what's the deal with this bamboo?"

"Haha, you've got a lot to learn! Bamboo in the yard brings obedient sons. The feng shui of this place was picked by a top-notch master," Hansen boasted proudly.

Mia hugged her son tighter, teasing, "Dad, you sure you weren't scammed?" Hansen: "......"

Henry chimed in, "Scam, scam!"

After the bamboo incident had settled down, the afternoon sun bathed the yard in warmth. Hansen decided it was a perfect time to write spring couplets, cutting out some red paper.

Mia and Henry eagerly joined in to "help."

With scissors in hand, Mia said, "Henry, how about we cut out some window decorations? Maybe a snowflake?"

Seeing this, Henry tried his hand, pulling out a piece of paper and tearing it up.

Hansen stepped away for just a couple of minutes, and when he returned, he asked, "Where's the red paper I just cut?"

Henry held up the scraps, saying, "This!"

Hansen: "

Before Hansen could get upset, Mia quickly whisked Henry away.

Later, Hansen cut more red paper. Henry sat on the steps, initially watching his mom make decorations.

But when he saw his grandpa pick up the brush, roll up his sleeves, dip it in ink, and start writing with bold strokes, Henry made his move.noveldrama

Mia, engrossed in her work, didn't even notice when Henry wandered off.

It wasn't until an argument erupted, "Hey, little guy! Let go of the brush!" that she looked up.

There was Henry, silently clutching his grandpa's brush, his chubby hand smeared with black ink, tears welling up from the fright. His face was all scrunched up in a pout, yet his actions were clear: Henry was the little troublemaker.

Mia dropped what she was doing and rushed over. "Let go, grandpa's writing. You can't disturb him."

Henry clung to the table, refusing to let go.

"If you don't let go, mom's gonna have to step in," Mia warned.

As she pried Henry's little hand open, he left an inky handprint on the couplet with

a loud "plop."

Though a bit misplaced, it added a charming touch.