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."

was speechless, knowing full well their son had napped plenty that

In Hansen's bedroom,

grandson under the covers, pinching his plump little body. "Henry,

"Ah-ya-ah."

dear boy." Love filled Hansen's

Two hours later,

more babble; grandpa can't understand a word. Let's close our eyes." Another hour passed before Hansen, with the baby in tow, decided to return

At 1 a.m.,

Andre, shirtless, answered.

baby immediately turned to

child towards Andre. "You made him,

he

down at his little

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

pinned her down,

his parents' arms, was more excited than ever,

little unwanted bundle got

thrilled to be back, tried rolling towards his mother, failing but happy to see his beautiful, soft,

at his son with a mix of adoration and helplessness. "What's this little chatterbox going to grow into? Always crying, fussing, and babbling." "Honey, record this. Let him see his

fuss at grandpa's, the little one was actually

parents, he didn't need much

snuggled closer to her son, drifting

watching his family, filled with

his son, before turning off the light, enveloping the room in

was up except for

unresponsive, while the

eager to see the little baldy tiptoed into