Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

**Original Text:**

"Mr. Butler, we've got a juicer," the butler announced.

Mr. Hansen raised an eyebrow. "Did ours break?"

The butler shook his head. "Not yet, sir."

Mr. Hansen let out a silent huff.

Later that afternoon, Andre returned home.

No sooner had he stepped through the door than he swept up his precious son, Henry, into an embrace. The little boy giggled happily in his father's arms.

Mia, always the tease, said with a smirk, "Silly boy. You don't even know who didn't want you last night, and you're all smiles."

Andre gently placed his finger in Henry's tiny palm. "Did you behave today at home, or did Mia have to spank you?"

Henry, sensing his father's attention, gurgled back impatiently, as if in conversation.

Mia, not one to be left out, handed her husband a piece of sugar cane she didn't want. "Honey, I saved this for you."

Andre eyed the barely-touched treat. "Couldn't finish it, huh?"

Mia laughed shyly and nestled the sugar cane into her husband's arms. "It'd be a shame to waste it. You finish it for me." Then she scooped up their son, who had been 'chatting' with his father. She was absolutely smitten with the little guy-round and so endearing when he cried, smelling sweetly of milk.

These days, she found herself wanting to kiss her son constantly, her affection for the child far outpacing her affection for his dad.

Grandpa Hansen was just as fond of his little grandson. He would boast to the family that despite his age, he still had his uses.

Anya, clinging to Mia, pleaded to sleep with the baby that night, too enamored with the little bundle to let go. Whoever held Henry, Anya was right there, squatting down to play with him. "You can't, you're still a child yourself," Mia told her.

"But Grandpa's old, and he gets to sleep with the baby," Anya pointed out.

"He may be old, but he's raised three children of his own," Mia countered.

Hansen couldn't help but feel a bit of pride. "When it comes to raising kids, you all should listen to me. None of you has the experience I do. When I was raising Bruce, Andre, and Molly, your mom still took my advice." Molly leaned against her father, teasing, "You just say that 'cause mom's not here to call your bluff."

"I'd say it even if she was here," Hansen retorted, unfazed.

Leo, the family's resident smart aleck, couldn't resist jabbing at Grandpa Hansen. Pretending to see something behind him, he said tensely, "Grandpa, there's something behind you, don't turn around." Hansen was unamused.

Mia silently snuggled up to her husband, and Molly made a show of huddling in her coat. "Weird, why did it just get so cold?"

Hansen stayed silent.

Anya wasn't scared until the atmosphere got to her. She clutched Henry's little hand, eyeing the quiet living room.

The room fell silent for a mere five seconds before Hansen, brandishing his walking stick, started chasing his mischievous grandson. "You little rascal, I'm not your grandpa if I don't knock some sense into you today." Naomi and Bruce watched their son being chased, laughing heartily. "It's been over a decade, and he still hasn't lost that smart mouth."

Andre chuckled. "A good thrashing might do him some good."

Mia held her son, schooling him gently, "Remember, sweetie, don't take after your cousin Chad."

The living room was bustling, with everyone but Leo enjoying the commotion. Poor Leo, and Anya felt for him.

As evening approached and dinner was done, it was time to rest.

Hansen, holding a grudge, pushed his daughter away when Molly sought a private word. "Off with you. Didn't you say you were cold? Go to bed."

Mia pretended to ask her father for a favor as she slipped out with her son. "Dad, could you "

"I'm not helping, not dealing, not caring. I'm old, and I'm retiring. Your son, your problem," Hansen declared, holding another grudge.

Mia was thrilled her son was her ticket to a free night!

Leo, nursing a lump on his back from Hansen's swing, approached his grandfather. "Old man, was that really necessary?"

"What did you call me?!" Hansen glowered.

Leo taunted once more, "Hansen?"

Hansen raised his stick, Leo beat

sulked alone, his mood soured

glee as she returned to her bedroom. "Oh, my son, you'll be in your mother's arms tonight." Andre grinned. "We'll see

froze as Andre's laughter

took a first-aid kit to

Leo was surprised, opening the door. "What's

up the kit. "I wanted to

really

relented. "Go

a girl, I can get Aunt

want to have

held her sleeping child, reluctant to

eluding her, her heart heavy with the weight of

but the Cedillo family was her

out of the question; the consequences could be dire for

subject with her father and brothers, to

rose from her bed and paced hesitantly

moment while Andre showered, fled with her son.

are

of Leo's

his shirt

was certainly

before the two youngsters, their expressions

Mia began, eyeing Leo with suspicion, "why is Anya

lady while straightening his clothes was enough to cast

by the sudden

are you both still up?" Leo managed to stammer,

that moment, the room was filled with queries bouncing off

were, four people paired off in twos, with a little one nestled in

Uncle Andre emerged, his presence somehow causing everyone to lower their heads in unison, as if caught red-handed in

some sleep," Uncle Andre commanded, his voice carrying the finality of a judge's gavel. With a firm hand, he guided his petite wife, who was still cradling their snoozing son, back to their sanctuary. And with a nudge less gentle, he ushered a rather reluctant Kittemia back to their shared haven, closing the chapter on the night's

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**Enhanced Text:**

a juicer," the butler

an eyebrow.

shook his head.

out a silent

that afternoon, Andre got

he stepped through the door than he scooped up his precious son, Henry, into a

"Silly boy. You don't even know who didn't want you last night, and here you

tiny palm. "Did you behave today, or did Mia have

sensing his dad's attention, gurgled back impatiently, as if trying

her husband a piece of sugar cane she didn't want. "Honey, I saved this

barely-touched treat. "Couldn't

waste it. You finish it for me." Then she scooped up their son,

smitten with the little guy-round and

wanting to kiss her son constantly, her affection for

would boast to the family

Mia, pleaded to sleep with the baby that night, too enamored with the little bundle

you're still a child yourself,"

and he gets to

may be old, but he's raised three

I do. When I was raising Bruce, Andre, and Molly, your mom still took my advice." Molly leaned against her dad, teasing,

it even if she was here," Hansen retorted,

smart aleck, couldn't resist jabbing at Grandpa Hansen. Pretending to see something behind him, he said

silently snuggled up to her husband, and Molly made a show of huddling

Hansen stayed silent.

her. She

don't knock some sense into you today." Naomi and Bruce watched their son being chased, laughing heartily. "It's been over

"A good thrashing might do

held her son, schooling him gently, "Remember, sweetie, don't take after your

everyone but Leo enjoying the commotion. Poor Leo, and Anya felt for

approached and dinner was done, it was time to