Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1592

The baby girl started crying again. Conner set his chopsticks down, still chewing his dumpling, and rubbed his hands together as he walked over. “Hey, sweetheart, don’t cry. Daddy’s here.”

Maja had to go back to work the next day, so she stayed until early evening, around six or seven. Annie kept nudging her to leave. “It’s getting late. I don’t like you driving at night by yourself. Sis, you better head out now. I’ve got Conner here.”

It was pretty obvious Maja didn’t exactly trust Conner to hold down the fort.

“There’s a night nanny and the house staff. If I can’t count on Conner, at least I can count on them,” she joked.

At the elevator, Maja gave her a quick hug. “Annie, I’m off. I’ll come by again when I have time.”

Once her sister left, Annie returned to the suite and waved the staff away, leaving just the three of them together in the quiet, cozy bedroom. Fireworks bloomed outside the window, splashing color across the walls. Conner slipped his finger into their daughter’s tiny hand, grinning like an overgrown kid.

The bursts of light from the fireworks brightened the room.

“Annie, should we give our girl a little nickname?” Conner suddenly asked.

Annie had been thinking the same thing. She mulled it over. “How about ‘Yuan Yuan’?”

“Why that?”

“It means ‘complete and happy’—a wish for a sweet life.”

Conner nodded, pleased. “Alright, that sounds perfect.”

Conner’s little Yuan Yuan—even in his sleep, he’d be smiling.

When Annie got up to nurse their daughter, she looked at her dorky, love-struck husband and couldn’t help but laugh. Glancing down at her hungry baby, she whispered, “Yuan Yuan, may you always be blessed.”

Meanwhile, in the Cedillo family home, everyone was already asleep.

But out in the Cedillo backyard, things were anything but quiet.

Firecrackers crackled and popped, echoing in the chilly night air. Every now and then, a string of firecrackers went off with a bang.

“Here, light it for me—let’s blow it up!” Henry yelled, bundled in a red puffy coat, the sleeves grubby, his nose running, cheeks bright red from the cold. He clutched a firecracker and chased after his mom.

Mia, holding the lighter, had just set off a huge firework, but her son was already tugging at her again.

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