Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Andre lay in bed, eyes closed, letting out a chuckle at his wife's sleepy chatter. In the quiet room, his deep laugh stood out. Opening his eyes, he turned to look at Mia, who was using his arm as a pillow. Her eyes were shut, but her lips were still moving as if she had more to say. "It's 'honey,' not 'old man,"" Andre teased, affectionately flicking Mia's nose. "Honestly, your sleep talk sounds just like our son's baby babble."

Lost in a sea of love, Mia was blissfully unaware, continuing to sleep soundly, surrounded by all things beautiful.

Maybe it was the familiar, comforting scent of the room that made Andre relax. Soon, he too felt the pull of sleep, his thoughts drifting away as he joined Mia in dreamland.

The family of three, snugly together, with their little one tucked in a corner under a cozy blanket, sleeping soundly.

Andre was awakened by his son's nibbling.

Stirring, the little guy mumbled a few sounds and then found himself in his mother's arms. Not yet settled, he shifted to his father's chest, his tiny mouth leaving a trail of drool on Andre's chin. "Mia!"

Mia ran off, leaving the father and son to their bonding.

"Babble, babble, mmm," the little one started his chatter again.

Andre, the ever-doting father, wiped his son's face and the dribble away, not minding the drool in the slightest. "Mmm, ahh."

Returning, Andre enjoyed how much his son loved being with him, content in his arms.

Watching their adorable, cuddly son, Mia had a sudden idea, "Honey, let's get a punching bag for the house. Maybe a little stimulation will get him to say 'daddy' sooner."

Andre didn't agree. He wanted to teach his son the virtues from books, not violence.

that afternoon, Andre's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID

the living room, finishing her homework due next week. The sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the Havenbrook University header on her paper. The

profile, her hair shimmering a faint brown. The spring breeze wafted through the window, playing with her hair

the sofa watching her, Anya was like a painting filled with

concentration, simply thinking to herself: "Spring is wonderful, and so is

Anya for a full three minutes, his mobile game forgotten. In silence, he opened his

baby, the household was lively with curiosity and

Leo's friends were already berating him for his lack of focus, nearly

table shifted too. Anya, stumped by a question, looked

without looking up from his

was taken aback but complied, "I can't figure out the debits and credits in this accounting

Anya's question, listened intently, "Read it

a sudden interest in Anya's homework, the family scene was one of mixed curiosity

quickly wrapped up his game to help her understand the

this moment, sending it to Molly with a sigh, "Ah, to be

mused, "Too

a while to reply, "Mia,

living room, Molly lay on her mother's yoga mat, struggling with sit-ups under Chad's watchful eye. The elders, including grandparents, looked on with a mix of amusement and disappointment. Grandma

stomach ache, tried to wiggle

at her lack of fitness, questioned, "How

all thanks to Mia