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?"

at his sleeping son, Andre replied, "He's here to

a loss

said, "If you'd listened to me and let Henry sleep in

regret, conceded, "Fine, I agree. Bring our son back

you choose a bite of steak or a whole night

but before she could escape, Andre caught her around

wife's nightgown and carried her to bed. "There's no 'run' option,

a shred of pride, Mia, her hands pushing against Andre's chest, quickly pleaded, "Alright, darling, I beg for

"You can

chance to resist, Andre pressed down,

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

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

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

were restrained, unable to

her husband, "Let's

tomorrow; it doesn't conflict with

exasperated. "Oh, I

long, Mia's restrained sounds filled the room

next day, Mia lay in bed, clothes askew, as Andre placed their son beside

Andre gently

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

firmly, "Henry needs to stay

"Yesterday I..."

Leo suddenly appeared, taking naive Anya by the hand

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

Anya, "Call your aunt to get up and

the prospect, went