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.

her mask, revealing her face, the little guy saw

son. He recognizes me!" Mia exclaimed

the mask back

fixed on

took off her mask again, the little guy saw her face

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

the baby's dad handed his mom a

And then...

woman in front of him wearing sunglasses, blinked,

quietly watched the little guy,

confused:

a minute, then Henry started

was filled with his

the child started crying, no one in the room could soothe him. In the end, the child ended up in his father's arms,

took off her sunglasses and mask

at Mia's face,

stepped forward, kissed her son, and the little guy stopped feeling

son in one hand and his wife's hand in the

and she was so hot that her back was covered

coat, reached out for her son, and untied the rope around his waist. Mia was worried that it would hurt her son; she wanted

it was just the three of them. Andre was driving, and mother and son were in

smiling. Through the rearview mirror, he glanced at the mother and son playing in the

him, pulling his hand out. He wasn't happy and pouted. Mia pinched

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

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

was driving, called out,

move, as if it

let the little guy see the person who had

ahead was a red light. Andre stopped the car, turned his head, and looked at his little son in the

after, the car started moving again.