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.

glanced at the caller ID

header on her paper. The

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

watching her, Anya was like a

simply thinking to herself: "Spring

on the sofa with his phone, watched Anya for a full three minutes, his mobile

occasional cries from the baby, the household

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

shifted too. Anya, stumped by a

said without looking up from

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

multitasking between the game and Anya's question, listened intently, "Read it

the baby showing a sudden interest in Anya's homework, the family scene

quickly wrapped up his game to help her understand the concept of debits

moment, sending it to Molly with a

down at her son, she mused, "Too bad, those days are gone for

a while to reply,

sit-ups under Chad's watchful eye. The elders, including grandparents, looked on with a mix of amusement and disappointment. Grandma Aubree couldn't

a stomach ache, tried to

fitness, questioned, "How do you even

all thanks to Mia