Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

When the barber stepped up to begin, the little guy smartly burst into tears. As he tried to squirm away in protest, Andre's large hand firmly gripped the back of his son's head, holding him steady. Andre tilted his head to the side, letting the barber get to work on his son's hair.

A tuft of hair fell, landing directly on Andre's expensive suit, but he didn't seem to care at all.

"Andre, I'm sorry," said the barber apologetically.

The little guy cried even louder.

Andre replied, "It's alright, keep going. Let's get this over with."

Most of the staff on the ground floor had abandoned their posts to catch a glimpse of Andre's son, Henry, in person. But what they hadn't expected was to witness such a tender, fatherly moment. Of course, they also got to see the little one's tear-streaked, adorably distressed face.

Mia, holding her child's tiny hand, bent down into his line of sight, "Sweetheart, it'll be over before you know it, okay? It doesn't hurt. After we're done, we can go home and see who Grandpa thinks looks better, alright? Look at my brave little guy, crying so hard." The little one cried even harder, "Not ugly, not ugly, Mommy got it wrong."

Another lock of hair fell onto Andre's shoulder, and because of the close proximity, some even landed on his neck.

Before long, the toothless tot, his cheeks wet with tears and drool, had soaked his father's shoulder with his own special brand of wetness.

Mia pulled out a tissue to wipe away her son's tears and drool, "Where's Daddy, Henry? Where did Andre go?"

The little guy's cries softened as he looked up at his mom, equally clueless about his father's whereabouts.

Playing along, Mia called out playfully, "Honey?"

It was time to work on the back of the head, and Andre loosened his grip, catching his son's attention with a soft "Hey."

He turned his head, and Andre gently guided his son's side to the barber.

Andre's deep voice resonated beside his son, "Can't find Daddy?"

Gradually, the little one got used to the buzzing sound and stopped crying, his little chubby face buried in his dad's shoulder, sniffling.

continuing to entertain her

ten minutes felt like

guy's haircut was done, and everyone breathed a sigh of

little guy lived up to his mom's words;

his head during the haircut, resulting

bald son, Mia laughed nonstop. "Son, seeing you suddenly

stood up, brushing off the hair, "Mia, your turn for a

checked her hair in the mirror, "Let's skip it. Let's go home and bathe, both of you are covered in hair

off his black jacket, still

off, Andre

Andre soon draped his black jacket over his son's head, wrapping him up like

and heading to the car, Mia, holding her son, said, "Your dad's neck, sleeves, and shirt are all covered in your hair, and you were crying the whole time.

Daddy

son up, then brought him close to her husband's face. "Honey, bend

The big boss was a bit shy in

just us three, no one else is watching. Don't let our little dumpling

smiling, leaned down to let the chubby little

a phone camera captured the family of three, continuing to record

playfully asked, "Is a kiss from your wife the same as

drool and snot bubbles." Andre's words were filled with mock disgust, but his

mine

with a deep gaze, "I'll tell you tonight when we go to

family of three left, the recording finally

the video was sent directly

"Andre, Mia, Henry!"

the Walker

his third son, Wesley,