Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

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?"

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

a loss for words-a two-for-one

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

Bring our son back and put him in his

whole night of feasting? If you were me,

to run." Mia dashed to the bedroom door, but before she could escape, Andre caught

locked again, and Andre lifted his wife's nightgown and carried her to bed. "There's

hands pushing against Andre's chest, quickly

the sentence, "You can only beg

a chance to resist, Andre pressed down, and Mia cursed

she felt embarrassed by the sounds. Andre, as

her own. "Honey, stop, don't pinch my wrists," she gasped out

pleasure, his grip unyielding. "Last time you left scratches all over my back, they've only

restrained, unable to rebel, forced to succumb

trying to coax her husband,

chuckled lowly, "Tomorrow is tomorrow; it doesn't

"Oh,

Mia's restrained sounds filled the room

askew, as Andre placed their son beside her, covering both mother and child

baby, but Andre gently reminded her, "Your

can I take the baby

replied firmly, "Henry needs to

"Yesterday I..."

take Anya out for the day," Leo suddenly appeared, taking naive Anya by the hand and leading her away. Andre cast

followed Leo, puzzled. "Chad, where are we going to play? Can we bring the baby? Henry hasn't been

at Anya, "Call your aunt to get

prospect, went to call