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?"

son, Andre replied, "He's here to

at a loss for words-a two-for-one

and let Henry sleep in his crib, maybe I'd have shown more restraint

filled with regret, conceded, "Fine, I agree. Bring our son back and put him in

of steak or a whole night of feasting? If you were me,

to the bedroom door, but before she could escape,

Andre lifted his wife's nightgown and carried her to bed. "There's no 'run' option, but you can beg

hands pushing against Andre's chest, quickly

sentence, "You can

a chance to resist, Andre pressed down,

with Mia's intermittent breaths, her face flushed as even she felt embarrassed by the sounds. Andre,

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

pleasure, his grip unyielding. "Last time you left scratches all over my back, they've only just healed. If I don't hold your little claws, you

were restrained, unable to rebel, forced to

begging for mercy, trying to coax her husband, "Let's

"Tomorrow is tomorrow; it doesn't conflict

was exasperated. "Oh,

Mia's restrained sounds

son beside her, covering

Andre

asked, "Uncle, can I take the baby to the living room to sleep

firmly, "Henry needs to stay with his

"Yesterday I..."

Leo suddenly appeared, taking naive Anya by the hand and leading her away. Andre cast a satisfied

puzzled. "Chad, where are we going to play? Can we bring the

Anya, "Call your aunt to get

at the prospect, went to