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.

up, on the verge of

son, his pouty face turned into an excited open-mouthed grin, leaning

then, Mia pulled the apple back,

little mouth turned downwards, and he was about to burst into

go, you

handed the apple back,

forgotten, as he made

herself, pulled the apple away again, "Just kidding, you can't have it." Andre watched their

"Bzz, Wah~"

real tears, his

when Hansen strolled in, "Hey,

Hansen felt it was his moment to shine,

bundle into his arms, he cooed, "There, there, tell grandpa who's making my boy so sad?" "Wah, wah, wah," the baby's cries were all

"Oh, missing grandpa, were you? No more tears,

trying to contain her laughter, thought how lucky it was that

directly. Instead, she took a fresh one, bit off a large piece, and then, with exaggerated care, offered a tiny taste to

lower lip, encouraging him to open up. She let him taste the apple

a go, he can't

starting to teeth. Bit me so

apple slice, Mia decided not to let him have any more. Taking the slice back, she finished

Hansen, "Dad, you should put Henry

his arms, "No wonder they started