Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"Are CEOS not human? Do CEOs have to be so busy that they miss every single checkup for their wife and kid? Am I a useless assistant who never works at the office because I'm too busy handling home stuff? And nannies can't do everything, right?" "Why can't you be like other CEOs?" Mia teased, her voice dripping with the sweetness of domestic bliss. Her eyes sparkled with love as she gazed at Andre.

Andre knew exactly what Mia wanted to hear. "Because I love you, and I love him too."

Right there in the parking lot, Mia wrapped her arms around Andre's waist. "Honey, I love you, and I love our little guy too."

Their son squirmed in Andre's arms, making baby noises, eager to join the conversation.

Andre wasn't one to say "I love you" often; he showed it through little everyday actions.

On the rare occasions he did say it, the big boss man was a bit bashful.

Luckily, only his wife and child knew his tender side.

Andre drove off, and behind them, another car slowly rolled down its window. The occupants watched the happy family in the parking lot, a camera zooming in on the tender scene.

As the holiday season approached, everyone was bustling about, buying new clothes, and decking their homes with festive cheer. Mia and Andre planned to head back to Maplewood Estates. "Dad, we're heading out. We haven't even started decorating our place," Mia said, slipping on her boots and calling to Hansen in the living room.

"Where do you think you're going? This is your home; no need for you to decorate."

Sure, Mia could be a handful at times, but the thought of her leaving had Hansen feeling oddly reluctant.

Naomi chimed in, not wanting her daughter-in-law to leave either. "Mia, people head back to their family homes for the holidays. You and Andre all alone in Maplewood Estates? That's no way to spend the season."

Mia retorted, "But we've got our son. He's a one-man party machine."

feeding, lay content in his father's arms, too

spit-up more times than he could count. Now, he walked on eggshells whenever his son had

baby for holiday cheer? I usually let you young ones be, but for the holidays, you need to

ahead and tidy, but the baby stays," Hansen declared, effectively taking their son hostage

so, Henry was spirited away

had just been fed, and Hansen's attempt to snatch

Hansen glared at his grandson, then at the

stronger?" It was clear Andre had strategically passed the spit-up baton to his dad. Hansen glanced at his ungrateful son Andre, then handed the

took his son back, gently caressing the little face

and her family stayed at the old house for

up to Andre, but rather because they were all wrapped up in

all protested, wanting to keep the child close. "Wherever my little

his words hardly carried

stayed at the

was upon them, and Mia hadn't

by the secretary's office at work and overheard the women discussing a trendy new

him thinking about his young wife at home. She was in the prime of youth, yet seemed to have little interest in shopping for new

the wardrobe and saw Mia's outfits from years ago, while their son's clothes piled up, season after season. He decided it

he asked, as Mia wrestled with their

much room for shopping sprees. Your son needs his milk, and I need to be with him," Mia replied, fastening the diaper. Andre looked at their

to him, puzzled. "What's gotten into

feel deprived for not shopping; being a mom meant prioritizing

Mia was missing out, that he had somehow