Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

After Chad finished making the drink, he handed it to Molly, who pouted, "Chad, a bubble tea without tapioca pearls is just not bubble tea." Late that night, feeling stuck, Chad called the Calder family's little princess. "Anya, your uncle needs some advice."

Molly had picked up from a TV drama that daughters are their dad's soulmates from a past life. This was a recipe for disaster.

She burst into tears, "If I have a daughter, does that mean Chad was a heartbreaker in his past life? Can I even trust him now?" Chad, trying to calm her, said, "...this one's a boy."

But Molly cried even harder, "So if Chad had no past-life lover, does that mean I can't have a daughter now?"

Chad reassured her, "...having a son is wonderful too."

"But I can't have both a son and a daughter."

Feeling wronged, Molly cried so much that her family didn't know what to do.

Coleen Byrne, Chad's mother-in-law, couldn't help but ask, "Chad, what do you even like about my daughter?"

Chad chuckled, "Probably how she keeps me on my toes."

Coleen pointed at the drama unfolding, "Well, there you go. You wanted to spoil your little drama queen, didn't you?"

When Mia came over with her baby to visit Molly, she found Molly on the couch, still arguing her point, looking even more upset. "Mia, what should I do?" Jade, another friend, got drawn into Molly's logic. "You know, when you put it that way, it kind of makes sense."

Chad just sighed: "..."

An attempt to console Jade only led Mrs. Cedillo to wonder, "If I have a daughter, does that mean your dad was unfaithful in a past life?"

Henry, her chubby-faced little one,

blinked, unsure of what to say. He

looked at his dramatic great-aunt, t

then at his pondering mom, and decided to reach out to his uncle.

His uncle had always told him, "Men should be held by men."

Later, Andre got the same question from his wife. Not knowing how to handle it, he immediately called his brother-in-law, "Chad, you need to keep Molly and Mia from chatting too much." Chad, puzzled, asked a forensic scientist nearby, "Molly's been crying and saying some pretty odd things. What's going on?"

"Take her for a check-up," the scientist suggested. "It might be a hormonal thing."

At the hospital, the doctor confirmed, "Been staying up late? Eating poorly? Spending too much time online?"

Chad nodded. "We went on a trip, stayed up late every night, then came back for New Year's. No routine, and she's been

binge watching shows with mel

grandma and playing games with

my dad."

The doctor advised, "Get to bed early, keep a good routine, skip the tear-jerker dramas and cut down on gaming. Her hormones will settle soon."

Molly went home.

By nine, Chad had her cuddled up, insisting it was bedtime.

Molly peeked out from under the blankets, and Chad gently pulled her back, setting the mood for sleep, "Time for bed."

"Chad, I just want to check the time," she said, reaching for her phone.

Chad moved her phone to his side of the bed, "It's midnight."

"No way, it was just nine."

In the span of a few minutes, she was at it again, "Chad, I need the bathroom Chad, did I leave the faucet running?" "Chad, is someone setting off fireworks outside? There's a gap in the curtains and I can see." "Chad, what time is it now?" "Chad, I'm thirsty.