Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1815

Taking the sabotaged drink from Henry, Asher downed it in one gulp. "Tiger cub, go toast your other three godfathers."

"Godfather, I have five godfathers, not three," the little tiger cub, still getting his dads mixed up, insisted.

"I meant the other three. Everyone else besides me. What do you mean five? You have four."

While Henry was still trying to process the math, Asher just poured three more glasses for the boy. "Go give these to them."

Henry hopped down. A whole room of adults watched as he clutched a glass in his little hands and trotted over to his dad. Andre's face darkened. "Am I your godfather?"

Holding the glass, Henry replied in his milky voice, "You're my dad."

Realizing he had made a delivery error, the cheeky little bean flashed a goofy grin, spun around, and ran off to serve his other three godfathers.

With one godson running deliveries, there was still little Lizzy, who couldn't even speak yet. She was hugging her bottle, drinking her milk, when her dad snatched it away and handed her a glass of wine. "Lizzy, go toast your... hey, hey, I didn't say you could drink it."

Little Lizzy lowered her head, opened her mouth, and stuck out her little tongue to lick the glass, scaring her dad so much he quickly pulled it away.

Eventually, Asher still managed to drink the toast from his goddaughter. The only problem was, after he drank it, Lizzy burst into tears.

When Teddy drank his, Lizzy cried again.

When Andre drank the toast from his goddaughter, he quickly stuffed a slice of cucumber into her mouth before she could even start. The crying stopped instantly. Sure enough, being a dad really did require experience.

Little Lizzy thought the last glass finally had to be for her. But then she watched helplessly as her Godfather Mars downed it in one go and casually said, "Thanks, sweetie."

Lizzy was so mad that the cucumber stick in her little paw didn't even taste good anymore.

Watching his son, Andre's lips curled into a smile, his eyes filled with pride.

His precious boy was famously known as a little terror and a massive headache in front of him and his wife. But out in the world, around others, he was well-behaved, polite, and incredibly smart.

Just a moment ago, the little guy had been treating his 'drink' like liquid gold, taking tiny little sips. Even when his sister knocked it all over, he didn't cry or throw a tantrum. He just picked up the cup and ran over to his mom for a refill of juice.

As the night deepened and the cars on the road thinned out, the men finally got Asher drunk and started interrogating him. "Who's the woman?"

"The one who tried to kill me."

Conner burst out laughing. "Asher, you guys play rough. Come on, why'd she try to kill you?"