Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia was fuming, her teeth clenched as she swung the car door open. She threw a warning over her shoulder at her husband, "You're on thin ice for lying to me. Make sure our son's tucked in nice and warm; we don't need him catching a cold." With that, she stormed toward the school building, a blur as she breezed past the old professor and plopped down into her seat like a shadow.

The professor chimed in, "Principal, the school's track and field day is coming up. Fancy signing up for the marathon?"

The whole class turned to look at Mia, seated at the back.

Glued to her phone, chatting with her husband, she was oblivious until someone nudged her. Looking up, bewildered, she managed a "Huh?" as if she had missed a question.

The professor, taking her confusion for agreement, cheerily announced, "Then let's congratulate our principal in advance for securing the win!"

Mia was lost, "What? What just happened?"

By the end of the class, the realization of what she had unwittingly agreed to sank in. She was filled with regret and too distracted to pay attention to the lesson.

After school, she bolted to the car, only to find her son still sleeping and her husband with a look of resignation. "Didn't I tell you to wake him up?"

Mia was at a loss on where to even start with her husband.

Andre shrugged, "Tried waking him, short of shaking him awake."

"Might as well have!" Mia retorted.

Andre then carefully transferred their son into Mia's arms, "Your turn."

Looking down at her son's cherubic, peacefully sleeping face, the world seemed serene and beautiful through his innocence. Mia couldn't bring herself to wake him, "Honey, I got roped into signing up for the marathon by the professor, ugh, it's just terrible." She recounted her ordeal to her husband, her spirits dampening at the thought, "I can't do it. Let's pretend I'm sick that day, you could get a doctor's note for me..."

cut in, "They've canceled the marathon

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towards the barbershop, "With

help

was a newfound joy

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quipped, "Where's the barbershop

at the next corner, then a right at the third traffic

...

contrasted with the shop's

up, stretching and scrunching his face, ready to face the world. Andre took their son into his arms

one, who instinctively turned into

stylist, "My son's got a photo shoot

done this before?" the stylist

son's temperament, "First time. An experienced hand would

at Andre holding their son, waiting, "Mrs. Cedillo, even without your request,

seasoned

proceed with the haircut, their son, nestled in Andre's arms, watched warily,

touched her son's ear, "You won't cut him,

tongue peeking out, melted into Andre's embrace,

by their

to cry, his whimpers escalating into loud sobs despite the distractions of toys and noisemakers. The buzzing of the clippers only made

time the stylist attempted to start, the little one's wriggling made it impossible to proceed. "Look, a teddy bear," even