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.

rang. He glanced at the caller ID and left for

the living room, finishing her homework due next week. The sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the Havenbrook University header on her paper. The coffee table was scattered with pens, half in shadow, half in

through the window, playing with her hair as she tucked it behind her ear and continued her

sofa watching her, Anya was like a painting filled

want to disturb Anya's concentration, simply thinking to herself:

a full three minutes, his mobile game forgotten. In

baby, the household was lively with

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

sun shifted, the shadows on the table shifted too. Anya, stumped by a question, looked up at

Leo said without looking up from

"I can't figure out the debits

the game and Anya's

sudden interest in Anya's homework,

his game

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

at her son, she mused, "Too

while to reply,

looked on with a mix of amusement and disappointment. Grandma Aubree couldn't resist adding, "In those twenty minutes,

ache, tried to wiggle

her lack of fitness, questioned, "How do

all thanks to Mia dragging me along," Molly