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

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,

brown. The spring breeze wafted through the window, playing with her

the sofa watching her, Anya was like a painting

simply thinking to herself: "Spring is

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

and occasional cries from the baby, the household was lively with curiosity

game, Leo's friends were already berating him for his lack of focus, nearly reporting him. Luckily, he managed to dive back in time

shadows on the table shifted too. Anya, stumped by a question,

without looking up

can't figure out

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

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

the question, Leo quickly wrapped up his game to

this moment, sending it to Molly

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

took Molly a while to reply, "Mia,

on with a mix of amusement and disappointment. Grandma Aubree

stomach ache, tried to wiggle

of fitness, questioned, "How do you even pass

thanks to Mia dragging me along," Molly