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

on her

brown. The spring breeze wafted through the window,

sofa watching her, Anya was like a painting filled with the serene beauty of

to disturb Anya's concentration, simply thinking to herself: "Spring is wonderful, and so

lying on the sofa with his phone, watched Anya for a full three minutes, his mobile game forgotten. In silence, he opened his

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

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

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

said without looking up

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

the game and Anya's

interest in Anya's homework, the family

Anya read the question, Leo quickly wrapped up his game to help her understand the concept of debits and

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

son, she mused, "Too bad,

took Molly a while to reply, "Mia,

struggling with sit-ups under Chad's watchful eye. The elders, including grandparents, looked on with a mix of amusement and disappointment. Grandma

a stomach ache, tried to wiggle

"How

Mia dragging