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."

had napped plenty that evening and could

In Hansen's bedroom,

old man gazed at his grandson under the covers, pinching his plump little body. "Henry, grandpa's missed

"Ah-ya-ah."

dear boy."

Two hours later,

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

At 1 a.m.,

Andre, shirtless, answered.

turned to

Hansen pushed the child towards Andre. "You made

that, he stormed

looking down at his little

unable to fully wake, was exposed under the

down, focusing his

was more

little unwanted bundle got

back, tried rolling towards his mother, failing but happy to see

a mix of adoration and helplessness. "What's this little chatterbox going to grow into?

the fuss at grandpa's, the little one

his parents, he didn't

her son, drifting

awake, watching his family, filled

turning

everyone was up except for the grandfather-grandson

was unresponsive, while the little guy, after a feed,

tiptoed into