Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance -
Chapter 591
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"There was another one, just like you. Started at 231 pounds before the diet, and after a few too many cheat meals, ballooned up to 330 pounds."
Molly tilted her head, her chin raised as she looked over at Chad with a playful smirk. "Bro, that wasn't just a few cheat meals. Sounds like she went through a whole barbecue pit, not just one pig."
Chad sprawled out on Molly's bed, leaning back against her fluffy pillows, his long legs stretching out over her quilt. "Forget how many pigs she devoured. Science says dieting makes you more likely to pack on pounds. You're the living proof of what not to do." Molly seemed to take it to heart, and Chad felt a smug satisfaction that his well-rehearsed example had hit the mark.
As Molly pondered her next weight loss strategy, Chad blurted out without warning, "Hey Molly, how about we go tie the knot? Get hitched?"
Molly's train of thought derailed, she turned to him, eyes wide with shock. "What did you just say?"
Chad swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Let's make it official. Register for marriage. I want you to be mine, legally, as soon as possible."
Molly blinked, speechless for a long moment.
Chad continued, trying to lighten the mood, "Get some sleep tonight. Digest everything. You'll wake up a couple of pounds lighter, and we can go while you're still in your slim phase..."
"Don't you try to dig me into another hole," Molly retorted, wise to his tactics now. Whenever Chad wanted her to agree to something, a tempting yet perilous pit always seemed to appear before her.
"Alright, no tricks this time. But think about what I said. It'll be nicer for pictures if we do it while you're feeling slim."
Chad hung around in Molly's room until nine before she shooed him out.
"My leave from work is almost up, Mol. If we miss this window, we'll have to deal with all the hassle of queueing and taking time off again."
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Late into the night, over at the Cedillo household, Grandpa Hansen couldn't sleep either. He watched his little grandson, wide awake as an owl, or perhaps a night owl, wondering what was keeping the child so alert.
"Ugh, aah, hmm-" The little guy was all excited, flailing his limbs and energetically chattering away with his granddad.
Hansen's eyelids fought a losing battle with sleep, but every time he drifted off, the little tyke would start crying. "Seems I've truly stepped on a landmine with your family. Your mom nags me, your dad upsets me, and now their little rascal is torturing me. Does it amuse you all to bully a septuagenarian? Where's your conscience?"
"Mmm, ah!"
Hansen sighed. "Talking to myself here. You don't understand a word, do you?"
"Mm-hmm," the baby seemed to always hit upon the correct response.
The next morning, only the Cedillo brothers were at the breakfast table.
"Where's Naomi?" Andre asked.
Bruce yawned, "Binge-watched a show last night. Still sleeping it off. Where's Mia?"
"Up late gaming, same deal."
Bruce then asked, "Dad's not up either. Is he sick?"
Andre coughed awkwardly, "Nah, just tired out from my son's antics last night. Probably catching up on sleep."
No one bothered to ask about Leo and Anya; it was a given. Leo had overslept the previous day and wasn't sleepy at night. Anya had synced her clock to Leo's, and rumor had it she was up late fixing him a midnight snack in the kitchen. Then little Molly popped into the kitchen. "Hey, big bro Andre, why's it just you two? Where are my other adorable family members?"
Andre replied wearily, "Still sleeping."
Molly pouted, "Guess I'll go wake them up."
In unison, the brothers warned, "Wake up Dad, don't you dare wake Naomi/Mia."
Molly froze, then with puffed cheeks and a sprouting curiosity, she decided to check on her father.
Entering her father's room, she found him still asleep. "Dad? Hansen? Old man? Wake up, your little girl's back!"
Hansen stirred, trying to open his eyes, but slumber clung to him just as it did to his daughter-they both lost all sense of the world when asleep, responding with noncommittal grunts to anything said. "Dad, I'm thinking about getting married."
"Hmm."
Molly beamed, "You agree?"
"Hmm."
"Dad, are you even conscious right now?"
"Hmm."
Excited, Molly shook Hansen awake. "So, you agree? If I go now, it's with your blessing?"
Hansen, irritated by the constant chirping by his ear, waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, go on."
Molly quickly grabbed the dark purple family register from the drawer of Hansen's nightstand. "Then I'm off, Dad. Rest up, bye!"
Molly, register in hand, left and returned within ten minutes, having set her plan in motion.
Andre and Bruce were clueless about their sister's brief visit and its purpose, and paid it no mind.
They only found out when they saw Chad's social media post, flaunting two little red books.
Andre fell silent.
When Bruce tried to call Chad, the line was busy. Same with Andre's phone. Recalling Molly's short visit that morning, Bruce dialed her number. Again, it was in use.
Five minutes later, Bruce finally got through to Molly, who was sobbing on the other end. "Big bro, heading home now. Dad's about to have a fit." Bruce could only exclaim, "You realized!"
He rushed home.
The whole family was there when he arrived, including Chad.
Mia, still groggy, held her child. Leo, fresh from bed, had joined without even washing his face. Hansen, red-faced with anger, looked like Guan Yu in a rage.
"Dad, I told you about it, and you said yes to the marriage. That's why I took the register," pleaded Molly.
Chad's morning had been a whirlwind of emotions. He had barely processed the fact that Molly had agreed to tie the knot and even pulled out her birth certificate-a sure sign of commitment. Part of him wondered if the Cedillo clan would really be so understanding and let the marriage go off without a hitch.
But with the joyous prospect of a wedding ahead, he didn't dwell on how the Cedillos had come around. He eagerly whisked Molly off to the city hall, leveraging his prior planning to skip the line and get their marriage license straight away.
No sooner had they changed their relationship status on social media than Andre's call buzzed through.
Molly's phone was ringing, too. Hansen was on the other end, bellowing for her to come home.
With a sigh, Chad agreed to follow. After all, he was now son-in-law to the Cedillos! Henry was officially his uncle by marriage!
"Molly," Hansen thundered, "when did I ever give my blessing? Which ear of yours heard me say yes? If you're getting married, the least you could do is inform me. Would I have stopped you?"
"No, Dad, you really did agree. I asked you this morning when I came home," Molly insisted, recounting the brief exchange they had earlier. Her words were as solid as gold.
Hansen's eyes bulged with frustration as the memory came flooding back. That morning, a persistent little sparrow of annoyance had chirped relentlessly in his ear, disturbing his peace. In his irritation, he had indeed shooed her away.
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