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.

afternoon, Andre's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and left for the

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

rays highlighted Anya's side profile, her hair shimmering a faint brown. The spring breeze wafted through the window, playing with her hair as she tucked it behind her ear and

couple on the sofa watching her, Anya was like a painting filled

thinking

Anya for a full three minutes, his

and occasional cries from the baby, the household

already berating him for his lack of focus, nearly reporting him. Luckily, he managed to dive back in time to

shadows on the table shifted too. Anya, stumped

Leo said without looking up

figure out the

game and Anya's question,

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

quickly wrapped up his game to help her understand the

it to Molly with a

she mused, "Too bad, those days are gone

took Molly a while to reply,

looked on with a mix of amusement and

ache, tried to wiggle out

lack of fitness, questioned, "How do you even

to Mia dragging