Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Feeling a bit lost, little Henry clutched his grandpa's walking stick, his face lighting up with a cheeky grin, "Wow, wow!"

Seeing this, Hansen got an idea. He handed one end of the stick to his grandson, both of them holding tight, "Hehe, now I won't have to worry about you running off."

But Hansen missed the fact that Henry wanted the walking stick all to himself. In frustration, Henry argued with his grandpa in the yard, loud enough for his sisters in the living room to overhear.

Curious, they stepped outside and found Henry hugging his grandpa's walking stick, bent over near a potted plant, trying to yank something out. When that didn't work, he cleverly used the handle of the stick to hook the plant's roots. "Oh no!"

Henry rushed back to his grandpa, tugging on his hand, "C'mon, Grandpa."

"Hey, you cheeky monkey, calling me 'Grandpa' like that? I'm your grandpa, remember?"

"Grandpa!" Henry whined without tears, pulling at his grandpa, wanting the walking stick.

Hansen knelt down, explaining, "Good boy, you know this is grandpa's stick. How thoughtful of you."

Henry then hugged a tree, and Hansen pulled him away, "Come here quick, or your mom's gonna call you a little rascal again."

"Mmm, Grandpa!"noveldrama

Hansen chuckled, "This tree isn't called 'Grandpa'."

Henry kept dragging his grandpa back to the tree, leaving Hansen puzzled, "What are you trying to say?"

Mia and Molly approached, "Dad, maybe he's saying 'Strong Strong' instead of 'Grandpa"?"

Hansen looked down at his grandson, who was still busy tapping the tree trunk with the stick. "Mia, who's 'Strong Strong'?" Hansen was baffled.

His daughter translated with a grin "He means Logger Joe. He's pretending your walking stick is a saw and he wants you to chop down a tree."

Hansen looked at his little grandson, "Really?" Henry nodded eagerly in agreement.

Hansen got it and was thrilled, "You want grandpa to chop down trees so you can play 'Eco Warrior'? My grandson's a genius... Hold on,. something's off." Hansen's

excitement dimmed, "Why'svel

calling me 'Strong Strong'?"

Mia and Molly exchanged looks, "You explain."

"Why me? You explain."

Mia sighed, "Because you're pregnant, he doesn't dare mess with you."

Hansen watched his daughters pass the buck, asking, "What are you two going on about? I just want to know why."

Jade, pushed forward by her sisters, eyed her dad's shiny bald head, "Dad, maybe your grandson thinks you're Logger Joe?"

Hansen: "He thinks I'm Logger Joe..."

Silence fell, then the yard burst into chaos. Molly, holding her belly, ran around panicked, her father trailing her, Molly, say that again. Call Chad! Get Chad to pick you up!"

Molly yelled back, "Mia, didn't you say since I'm pregnant, Dad wouldn't dare touch me?"

Mia shrugged, sneaking off to avoid the chaos, "Hey, I'm not a mind-reader."

"Just you wait."

Henry's tree still stood, and with his tiny legs, he chased after his grandpa again, "Grandpa! Grandpa!"