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.

Andre's phone rang. He glanced at the

Havenbrook University header on her paper. The coffee table

wafted through the window, playing with her hair as she tucked it behind

watching her, Anya was

didn't want to disturb Anya's concentration, simply thinking to herself: "Spring is wonderful, and

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

occasional cries from the baby, the household was

at the game, Leo's friends were already berating him for his lack of focus, nearly reporting him. Luckily, he managed to

stumped by a question, looked up at Chad, hesitating to disturb

without looking

figure out the debits and credits in this accounting

and Anya's question, listened intently, "Read it

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

quickly wrapped up his game to help her understand the concept

Molly with a sigh, "Ah, to be

son, she mused, "Too bad, those days are gone

Molly a while to

elders, including grandparents, looked on with a mix of amusement and disappointment. Grandma Aubree couldn't resist adding, "In those twenty minutes, Molly, you've spoken more words than

ache, tried to wiggle out of

"How do

to Mia dragging me along,"