Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

The Cedillo family was busy bundling up their kid like a little Michelin Man, and Mia wasn't spared either; her husband was making sure she looked like a bigger version.

Even though it wasn't the dead of winter yet, out came the thick coats and grandma's vintage wool pants for her to wear.

Mia protested, "Babe, I'm not wearing this. It totally clashes with my elegant vibe. You come to pick me up from the hospital in a million-dollar car, but then you dress me up like a country bumpkin? No way! I want to look fabulous." Andre, ever the patient one, coaxed her, "The trend now is 'ugly rich.' The uglier, the more elite. Come on, just put on another hat."

"Honey, I'm already wearing three. I'm chubbier now than when I was pregnant!"

In her mind, Mia had envisioned herself leaving the hospital looking stunning-flowy dress, chic sunglasses, and all. But reality was far from it; she looked like a bundled-up barrel.

Andre zipped up her coat and wrapped a scarf around her neck. "Keep your neck warm; don't want you catching a chill."

He then slipped gloves onto her hands. "Keep these on to stay warm. We don't need you catching a cold."

In no time, he was putting a mask on her. Before Andre could say anything, Mia quipped, "What's next? An oxygen mask so I don't suffocate?"

Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter. Even Hansen was amazed by Mia's wit. He wondered how she came up with such things.

Soon after, Molly came in from outside and saw her best friend looking like a bundled-up bear. She couldn't help but laugh. "Mia, this is definitely the ugliest you've ever looked!" Mia waddled around like a penguin. "Andre says the trend is 'ugly rich,' the uglier, the more elite."

Molly could hardly stand to look. She covered her eyes, "If Andre isn't in the fashion industry, it's a real loss, haha!"

Before long, their little 'barrel' son was all wrapped up too.

Barrel mom and barrel son looked at each other, only their eyes visible.

Mia looked at her son and burst out laughing. "Oh my gosh, kiddo, how many layers are you wearing? I've got three; what about you?"

Anya counted on her fingers. "Auntie, it looks like the baby has one more layer than you."

Mia sighed. "Oh, I lost then."

Henry, seeing the chubby barrel in front of him, didn't recognize who it was. He had never seen this person before.

the little guy saw it was his

our son. He recognizes

put the

stayed fixed on Mia's eyes, staring

the little guy

a few times, the little guy seemed to recognize that it was his mom. He wasn't fooled

dad handed his

And then...

in front of him wearing sunglasses, blinked,

room quietly watched the little guy,

confused:

then Henry started to cry in his

later, the room was filled with his crying,

could soothe him. In the end,

the little guy, Mia took off her sunglasses and mask in front of her son. "Baby, mom is

looked at Mia's face,

son, and the little guy

left the hospital, Andre held their son in one hand and

few steps, and she was so

door and sat in, she unzipped her coat, reached out for her son, and untied the rope around his waist. Mia was worried that it would hurt her son; she wanted him to lie comfortably without any restrictions. Andre closed the door

three of them. Andre

Andre couldn't stop smiling. Through the rearview mirror, he glanced at the mother and son playing in the back. At this moment, their family of three was about

the little guy put his hand in his mouth to suck. Mia teased him, pulling his hand out. He wasn't happy and pouted. Mia pinched his little nose, kissed

guy curiously looked at the car roof, as if he had discovered a new world, his mouth moving as if he

tapped his little mouth. "Do you like your dad's car? Do you know who's driving us

was driving, called out,

little guy didn't move, as if it had nothing to

moved her body forward, and let the little guy see the person who had just called his

was a red light. Andre stopped the car, turned his head,

after, the car started moving again.