Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Leo sighed, "The little guy just kept bawling. He wouldn't take his bottle at all."

Andre looked at his son's tear-streaked face, feeling each sob like a punch to the heart. The baby's cries weren't just tugging at his heartstrings; they were practically yanking them out. He fell silent for a moment, then continued to slowly feed his son with the bottle.

"You go ahead and work."

The little one cried for a while, exhausted himself, and with the pacifier in his mouth, he began to hum and haw, finally sucking a bit more vigorously.

Seeing the tot finally taking his bottle and quieting down, Leo left the office, reassured.

After the baby was fed, Andre walked around the room with him. When his son's bright eyes fixed on him, Andre whispered softly, "What are you looking at Daddy for, huh?" "Mmm!"

Andre engaged in a warm-hearted chat with his son, "Bringing you to the office and you make sure everyone knows you're here with those tears. Imagine, when you're running the show here one day, everyone's gonna remember the 'little boss' first visit was marked by a crying concert. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

The little one didn't know whether to be embarrassed or not; all he knew was he hadn't seen Mommy all day.

Later, the baby fell asleep.

When Andre tried to put him down on the couch to get back to work, the little one puckered his lips in protest. Resigned, Andre decided to hold him instead.

time he lay the baby down, he'd make a face like

and in the end, he

passed, and Andre realized he couldn't

the little bundle in his arms,

father's embrace,

in, "Honey, is our son giving you

he's being an

he taking his formula? Don't force

some, now he's

put him down in

hold him as he sleeps. Go enjoy

without her, just giving an 'okay' before hanging

their numbers; sales are down by five percent from last quarter. Looks like the Walker family is making moves." Andre took the report, spreading it out on the desk. "They

"Get the overseas division on a call. We'll have

glanced at the sleeping cherub in Andre's arms. "Boss, what about Henry when you're in the meeting?" Andre looked down at his slumbering son, considering the disruption a crying baby could cause in a meeting. "He can't come." Leo, who had just arrived, chimed in, "Uncle, why don't I stay and watch the kid instead of joining

on immersing himself in business discussions. Even though he was capable, he'd rather avoid it if possible. Andre gazed at his son, his little body warmed by the winter sun, nestled against his chest. His paternal instincts melted.

up from his seat, protesting, "That's