Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Anya tossed off the covers and quickly grabbed some clothes from her wardrobe, slipping them on in record time.

As she made her way downstairs, she bumped into Uncle Andre, who was juggling his son in one arm while preparing a bottle of formula with the other.

Both Andre and his son, Henry, looked at her with puzzled expressions. "Heading out this late?" Andre asked.

"Uncle, Chad's had a bit too much to drink," Anya explained.

Andre paused for a moment, then said, "Hold on, I'll give you a lift."

Once the formula was ready, he handed it to Henry, who clung to it with both hands as he drank. Andre bundled Henry up in a blanket from the couch and carried him to the car, settling him in the back seat. Out of respect, Anya opted not to sit in the front seat, usually reserved for her aunt, and joined Henry in the back. She gave Andre the address, and they set off.

Meanwhile, Mia came downstairs to find the area around the water dispenser empty, with the formula canister left open.

She closed it, calling out, "Honey? Henry? Where did you two disappear to? Weird, they vanished making a bottle. Honey?"

Silence.

At the destination, Anya hopped out and dashed to the elevator.

Andre watched her go before heading home with Henry. "If your mom asks where we went, just say we went for a drive," he advised.

Henry made a noise of agreement.

Andre glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "Oh, right, you can't talk yet."

With all his might, Henry shouted, "Dad!" to prove otherwise.

Andre echoed back, "Yes!"

Back home, Mia was still on the lookout, hands on hips, pacing the living room. "Strange, did they time travel or something?"

"Mommy!" Henry's voice, sweet as candy, broke the suspense. Mia snapped back to the present, scooping up her son with joy. "My darling, you're back! Which era did you visit this time?"

Henry wriggled happily in her arms, accidentally dropping the bottle.

Andre picked it up, gave it a quick rinse, and set it aside.

"Time for bed."

Over at the apartment, Anya found her boyfriend sprawled out on the bed, still in his clothes. She struggled to get his shoes off and then tackled his hoodie.

"Get off me, who are you? I've got a girlfriend," Leo mumbled.

"Chad, it's me," Anya said, moving closer.

Leo squinted at her, trying to focus. "Oh, Ms. Anya, what are you doing here?"

"Just taking care of you," she replied.

Anya was about to help Leo out of his thick hoodie when he suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Little Ms. Anya, are you trying to take advantage of me?"

Anya blushed and pouted, "Chad, I'm just here to help you out!"

Leo released her hand, and Anya found herself staring at his chest, caught in a moment of indecision: If

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I take off Chad's shirt, I'll have to help him into his pajamas, but what if I don't know how? If he doesn't wear them and doesn't cover up properly, he might catch a cold. But...

While she was lost in thought, Leo, feeling queasy, turned to the edge of the bed, ready to puke. Anya

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bag, but ended up holding a trash bin for him and patting his back.

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It was the first time the young Calder family princess had ever cared for a drunk. She juggled looking after him with Googling, "Should a drunk person's pillow be high or low?" "Should they drink hot or cold water?" "What helps with a hangover..."

She followed the advice she found as best she could, all while tending to Leo.