Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia scooped up the little one and made her way to her husband's study. She knocked gently on the door, "Hey babe, dad's coming over soon. When you're done, come out, okay?" Without waiting for a response, she carried their son back downstairs.

The living room in Maplewood Estates felt a bit more spacious than the Cedillo family's, giving the family of three plenty of room. The Cedillo's living area was big too, but it seemed more cramped with all the people living there.

The luxurious marble floor was covered with a thick, white plush rug that muffled every step.

A couple of housekeepers were bustling around, setting out fruit on the table for Mia as she walked in.

The little guy, spotting the fruit, immediately dropped his teething ring and reached for a big apple.

"Your teeth haven't even come in yet, and you're already eyeing solid food. Let's wait until those teeth come in, buddy." Mia picked up the discarded teething ring from the couch and handed it back to him. "A little dirt won't hurt you, chew on this instead." Despite his earlier excitement, the little one refused to take back the teething ring.

Not long after, Andre joined them, scooping up the little "bundle" from the plush rug with one hand and sitting next to his wife, "What's dad coming over for?"

"Who knows, probably bored at home and looking for some fun here," Mia replied, munching on an apple.

Their son, eyes locked on his mother's mouth, could hear the crunching sounds of the apple and started drooling all over his onesie and his dad's hand.

Andre chuckled as he wiped his hand and their son's mouth with a napkin. "Looks like my boy's getting jealous."

Mia playfully held the partially eaten apple to her husband's mouth, and he took a bite, joining in on the fun.

Sitting on his dad's lap, the little one looked up at them, visibly feeling left out.

"Ah, ah, ah," he protested, clearly upset he wasn't getting any.

tensed up, on the verge of

the apple to her son, his pouty face

apple back, "Nope, you can't

his little mouth turned downwards, and he

go, you can

tricky mom handed the apple back, amusing herself with

His mouth opened wide again, tears forgotten, as he

kidding, you can't have it." Andre watched

"Bzz, Wah~"

little one finally broke into real tears, his cheeks

Hansen strolled in, "Hey, champ, grandpa's

was his

grandpa who's making my boy so sad?" "Wah, wah, wah," the baby's cries were all the answer he

grandfatherly pride, "Oh, missing grandpa, were you? No more

it was that her son couldn't understand their goofy

fresh one, bit off a large piece, and then, with exaggerated care, offered a tiny taste to her son, "Stick out your tongue, just a lick to tide you over, no biting, got it?" The little one, his tears forgotten, fixed his gaze on the

taste the apple on his tongue, enough to satisfy

in, "Let him have a go, he can't bite

showed Hansen the emerging teeth, "He's starting to teeth. Bit me so hard while feeding last night,

not to let him have any more. Taking the slice back, she

"Dad,

stretched his arms, "No wonder they started feeling