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 wake at any

In Hansen's bedroom,

at his grandson under the covers, pinching

"Ah-ya-ah."

dear

Two hours later,

now? No more babble; grandpa can't understand a word. Let's close our eyes." Another hour passed before Hansen,

At 1 a.m.,

Andre,

turned

Hansen pushed the child towards Andre. "You made

he

chuckled, looking down

was exposed under the sheets, her back marked with love

marks, Andre had pinned her down, focusing

arms, was more excited than ever, giggling at

bundle got

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

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

the fuss at grandpa's, the

between his parents, he didn't

snuggled closer to her

watching his family,

son, before turning off the light, enveloping the room

was up

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

baldy tiptoed into Mia's room, not to