BOOK ONE in the Chronicles of Mischief saga


When Sylvester Morgan had signed the contract, agreeing to become Jackson Palmer's baby boy, it had been unclear what to expect.

Bottles, diapers and stuffed animals had never been the kind of things that had appealed to Sly. 

Yet, when Twenty thousand is offered to act like a baby for a month, as odd as it sounded to him, he found himself willing to try it.

He just didn't expect to enjoy it.

Baby Of The Month

/"You're not allowed any more juice, Chewie,/" Sylvester quietly scolded the Wookiee, wagging a finger at the furball of a teddy. /"You ate Daddy's chocolate biscuit and that was just so wrong!/"

Chest swelling with love and pride, igniting a deep, intimate warmth that spread with every breath he took, Jackson watched from the doorway of Sylvester's nursery. Arms folded across his chest, shoulder balancing against the frame, the stirrings of a smile turned the corners of his lips as he watched his baby lion play.

It was a dull day; summer had finally retired, and autumn had blossomed. The world outside was a bitter blend of colours, most of the leaves fallen, and a murkiness having hitchhiked across the sky, leaving it a greyish hue. Yet, none of that bothered Sylvester and his friends; He had drawn a bright yellow sun in the corner of the window with a felt tip pen.

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