Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia checked the time. "How about we swing by tomorrow when we're free? The poor little guy got a haircut today and cried so much, the whole block probably knows Andre's kid is a crybaby." As we chatted, the little munchkin started fussing again, about to cry.

Andre scooped up his son from our arms, comforting the little guy.

It was getting late, so after a brief chat, we all headed off to bed.

Andre still had bits of his son's hair on him. Without a bib during his haircut, the little one was uncomfortable from the hair clippings.

But bathing him was another battle. He resisted every step of the way, bursting into tears the moment he touched the water, like a little crybaby.

Yet, he calmed down once held.

After Andre showered away the hair clippings, he picked up his little bundle and stepped under the shower again.

Soon, Mia joined, tiptoeing to grab the showerhead, adjusting the water pressure before gently starting to bathe the naked little tyke.

The little one nestled in his dad's arms, blissfully letting mom wash his face, back, and belly.

"Honey, lift his chin up, clean his neck," Mia instructed.

Andre pinched those chubby cheeks, tilting his son's face up to reveal the hidden neck folds.

Bathing in dad's arms was far more comforting than the water alone.

After the bath, Mia was soaked. She let the father and son leave to dry off as she began her own nightly routine.

When she finished and came out, she couldn't find their "ah-ah" sounding son. "Honey, where's the baby?"

"He's with my dad; he said he'd watch him for the night. Gives us time to discuss what your kisses mean to me."

full well their son had napped plenty that evening and

In Hansen's bedroom,

covers, pinching his plump little body.

"Ah-ya-ah."

too, huh? My dear boy." Love filled

Two hours later,

eyes open. "Buddy, can we sleep now? No more babble; grandpa can't understand a word. Let's close our eyes." Another

At 1 a.m.,

Andre, shirtless,

immediately turned to find

pushed the child towards Andre.

that, he stormed

looking down at

disarray and unable to fully wake, was exposed under the sheets, her back marked

had pinned her down, focusing his affection on her back. "Honey, what's up?"

son, back in his parents' arms, was

bundle got returned,"

tried rolling towards his mother, failing but happy to see his beautiful, soft, and pretty

helplessness. "What's this little chatterbox going to grow into? Always crying, fussing, and babbling." "Honey, record this. Let him see his own antics

grandpa's, the little one was

didn't need much coaxing to fall

snuggled closer to her son, drifting

awake, watching his

wife, then his son, before turning off the light,

everyone was up except for the grandfather-grandson

the night's adventures, was unresponsive, while the little guy, after a feed, went back

into