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

shirts had been the victim of baby spit-up more times than he could count. Now, he walked on eggshells

I usually let you young ones be, but for the holidays, you need to be home." Unable to leave, Mia tried another angle. "Dad, we've still got to tidy

Hansen declared,

was spirited away

been fed, and Hansen's attempt to snatch him resulted in a fresh stain of milky

fed?" Hansen glared at his grandson, then

him from my husband because you're stronger?" It was clear Andre had strategically passed the spit-up baton to his dad. Hansen glanced at his ungrateful son Andre, then

back, gently caressing the little

and her family stayed at

had warmed up to Andre, but rather

the child close. "Wherever my little nephew spends the holidays, that's where I'll be," Molly declared. Leo, always the voice of reason, simply said, "Go on,

hardly carried any

couple stayed at the

them, and Mia hadn't even shopped for new

passed by the secretary's office at work and overheard the women discussing a trendy new coat in a magazine,

the prime

while their son's clothes piled up, season after season.

feel like doing some shopping?" he asked, as Mia wrestled with

him," Mia replied, fastening the diaper. Andre looked at their "little burden" and made a suggestion. "Tomorrow, leave

him, puzzled. "What's gotten into you,

didn't feel deprived for not shopping; being a mom meant

Mia was missing out, that