Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Andre finally made it home, much later than usual, a box in hand. It wasn't his fault, really; the challenge of finding the perfect gift for his beloved wife had taken longer than expected.

In the weeks following her delivery, Andre had made it his mission to keep her spirits high, determined to combat any signs of postpartum blues. Every day, he scoured stores for presents, from high-end designer brands to rare luxury items, sparing no expense to bring joy to his young wife. Jewelry, clothes, handbags, diamonds - you name it, he'd bought it. Andre had undergone quite the transformation, evolving from a clueless, tough CEO into a man who could distinguish between lipstick shades and brands, all for her happiness. But today, he was at a loss. With his only female assistant tied up with work at Cedillo Corporation, he felt adrift without a woman's insight to guide his gift-giving.

In desperation, he called his wife to ask directly what she wanted. The result? A cold shoulder.

Andre, a business mogul revered in the corporate world, found himself outmatched at home by his wife's commanding presence. Every couple has their spats, but their arguments were unique. Open conflicts could turn into grudges, and grudges into accusations of waning love.

Finally, after seeking help from a "foreign reinforcement," he spent hours searching for the perfect gift before heading home.

When he arrived, the living room was empty, so he headed upstairs. Before seeing them, he could hear the unmistakable sounds of his little Mia and their baby boy, cooing and gurgling.

"Is Daddy a baddie?" Mia asked playfully, using the baby's tiny hands to mimic a nod.

"My little chunk, you've got Daddy's looks. What's so good about resembling a scoundrel?" Mia mused aloud.

Andre, newly dubbed a "scoundrel" by his wife, could only sigh silently.

"You're never to speak ill of Mommy, you hear? Don't inherit your daddy's bad temper, or you'll never find a sweetheart," she warned the baby, who responded with contented gurgles. He was living the dream - no school, no work, just pure love and pampering from the entire family.

Mia often pondered aloud how she'd ended up with a baby so young, given her life plan to build a career before thirty. Yet, here was this little bundle of joy, shaking up all her plans.

pretending to

escaping him. Little Mia had brought warmth into his life,

teasing went a bit too far, and soon the baby was crying for

Mommy's here," Mia cooed, quickly nursing the baby to

from your daddy,"

catching her mid-critique and leaving her speechless. Had he been floating? His

having caught Mia in the act of slandering him, approached with a smile. "I've been

silent. Was he implying he'd heard all her bitter

still holding a grudge,

angry?" Andre asked, as

down beside her, gently placing his hand on her shoulder and offering an awkward apology. "I'm sorry,

accused him of arrogance and being

was at a loss

apology she wanted. It was the acknowledgment of what he did

Don't touch

oblivious to the adult conversation, continued

brought as a peace offering. "I wasn't sure what else

care less,