Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1000

Mia clenched her small fists, "This kid's got some spunk."

Next door.

Finally, they could sleep peacefully.

Andre glanced at his nephew, who was already fast asleep, and gently tucked the blanket around him. Sitting on the other side of the bed, he shrugged off his coat and lay down to catch some Zs. Sharing a bed with his nephew was no biggie; they’d done it tons of times. Back when he took his nephew abroad for medical treatment, little Leo was so scared and teary-eyed he insisted on sleeping next to him.

Andre sat there, legs under the blanket, watching as his nephew drifted off. In what felt like a blink, his nephew had grown into a young man, bold enough to stand up to him.

The next day, at 9 AM.

"What's up next door? Did they head out?" Leo asked, peering over the balcony towards the neighbor's place.

Chad and Andre lounged on the sofa, casually flipping through the morning paper. "Still snoozing."

By noon.

Standing on the balcony with a bowl, Leo felt the scorching summer heat. As he slurped his noodles, he remarked, "This ain't right, there's still no movement next door."

Chad stepped outside, soaking in the heatwave, and took a glance. "If no one wakes Molly, she'll sleep the day away."

Not long after, Andre joined them. "Weird, aren't those kids hungry?"

Even if they weren't, surely their little troublemaker should've started crying by now.

Next door.

Mia kept her son entertained with a bottle, while the three women continued to doze, and Henry amused himself on the bed. The little rascal slid off the bed, tiptoeing until he finally touched ground. Clad in his tiny pajamas, he wandered over to the wardrobe to play, spotting an open suitcase on the floor. Squatting down, he grabbed his mom’s, aunt’s, and sister’s dresses, tossing them all over before crawling inside.

Finding the suitcase too hard, Henry emerged and his gaze fell on the balcony. As Andre turned to go back inside, a tiny voice called out, "Daddy~," tapping on the thick glass of the sliding door, his face squished against it in delight. "Dada!"

Andre turned back, spotting his mischievous son. "Hey, you, get back inside." Andre waved to him.

Henry kept calling from the bedroom, "Daddy!"

With a glass railing separating the balcony, Henry couldn't get through to his dad.

"Dad, Dad~"

"Why are you calling for your dad?" Mia groggily asked, woken by the noise.

She sat up, eyeing the clothes strewn across the floor, and shouted, "Henry!"

Startled, Henry turned his little face away from the glass, "Mommy, daddy."

Andre sensed trouble. "Quick, get back inside, Mia's awake."

The three men, like kids caught sneaking cookies, quickly hustled back into their room.

Mia approached Henry, the neighboring balcony now empty. She took hold of his tiny hand, "Henry, come here, look at this mess. Blaming your dad? He's not even here!"

Henry surveyed his handiwork, patted his chubby belly, and looked up adorably, "Daddy, oh no."

"Stand over there, you’re on a timeout." Mia bent down, gathering the clothes piece by piece.

Molly, waking to the commotion, yawned, "Didn't we change his name to 'Henry'?"

As Mia tidied up, she muttered, "When he's causing trouble, he's gotta take after the Cedillo family."

The good boy is Henry. The little rascal is Henry.

Anya also groggily sat up, noticing the little one standing in the corner, and stretched out her arms lovingly.