Andre gently cupped his little one's tear-streaked cheeks with his rough hands. The tot was wailing pitifully, kicking his legs in a desperate attempt to push his father away.

As Andre let go, the little one's head bobbed up on its own after a moment.

He lay there, crying his little heart out.

Mia was stunned. "Honey, how did he lift his head like that? I've been trying to teach him at home, but whenever it comes to lifting his head, he just lies there."

Andre replied coolly, "If you don't coddle him, he'll learn."

Mia wrapped herself tighter in her towel, squatting at the foot of the bed, watching their son cry and lift his head. "Looks like Mommy's been too soft on you. Cry it out then, I'm going to get dressed." Once Mia left, the little one continued to sob alone on the bed until Andre's large hand gently stroked his back, calming him down.

After a bit more crawling, the tiny boy ended up back in his father's arms, his body limp and relaxed. "Mia, don't forget our son has his shots in a few days."

"Don't worry, I won't forget that," Mia said, emerging from the walk-in closet. She lifted their son and kissed his forehead. "He didn't cry last time, but he's definitely going to this time."

Setting the little one in the middle of the bed, Andre transferred him to the baby crib.

Mia scooped him up again, and Andre threatened, "Either he sleeps in his crib tonight, or I sleep out."

Mia was speechless...

So, she continued to hold their son in the middle of the bed. "Wherever the child sleeps, his mother sleeps. Your choice!"

Andre, faced with his wife's defiance, ended up carrying their son to the door of Hansen's bedroom.

Mia's gaze followed her little boy until she reached Hansen's door. She paused and gritted her teeth, calling out, "Andre!"

Andre handed the drowsy child to Hansen, who was sneaking time on his phone, saying, "Phones have radiation. Hold him and put him to sleep early."

Hansen looked at the bundle by his bed and asked his son, "Andre, are we too poor to hire a night nurse? Do I, in my advanced years, have to babysit your kid?"

son, Andre replied, "He's here to make sure

at a loss for words-a

bedroom, Andre locked the door and, facing his indignant wife, said, "If you'd listened to me and let Henry sleep in his crib, maybe I'd have shown more restraint tonight." Now, with their son out

conceded, "Fine, I agree. Bring

bite of steak or a whole night of feasting?

door, but before she could escape,

nightgown and carried her to bed. "There's

against Andre's

sentence, "You can

giving Mia a chance to resist, Andre

with Mia's intermittent breaths, her face flushed as even she felt embarrassed by the sounds. Andre, as if releasing pent-up desires, vented all his recent

her own. "Honey,

the utmost pleasure, his grip unyielding. "Last time you

unable to

kept begging for mercy, trying to coax her husband, "Let's save some for tomorrow night, okay?

"Tomorrow is tomorrow; it doesn't conflict

was exasperated. "Oh, I

sounds

beside her, covering both mother and child with a blanket before

to visit her aunt to see the baby, but Andre gently reminded

say, and Anya naively asked, "Uncle, can I take the baby to the

needs to stay

"Yesterday I..."

head off to work. I'll take Anya out for the day," Leo suddenly appeared, taking naive Anya by the hand and leading her away. Andre cast

play? Can

darkened as he looked at Anya, "Call your aunt

prospect, went

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