Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

The family doctor had just left, and per Hansen's request, this time he brought along a pediatrician. Little Henry took one look at the strangers and started bawling, refusing to let anyone hold him. "Don't cry, Henry. Aunt Naomi's got you while the doctor checks you out," Naomi comforted him, wrapping him in her arms to let the doctor do his thing.

Before noon, Andre found a moment to call his father. "Dad, how's my son doing?"

"Henry's got a fever. The doctor suggested we try cool compresses and keep him hydrated instead of giving him meds right away. Can you believe that? Just water, like it's some miracle cure. My grandson's been drinking so much water, he's practically a little water balloon," Hansen grumbled, clearly annoyed.

Andre sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Let's just follow the doctor's advice for now. Just don't give him too much at once."

In the background, Henry could still be heard crying. Hansen moved the phone closer to the little one. "Your dad's on the line, kiddo." "Hey, buddy. Crying again?" Andre asked gently.

Henry's sobs softened, unsure of where the voice was coming from.

Naomi chuckled, "Looking for your dad, huh?"

Andre said softly, "Take a nap, buddy. I'll try to come home early and spend some time with you."

That seemed to upset Henry even more, and he resumed crying.

Andre's break was over, and he headed back into the boardroom. Leo, one of his colleagues, asked, "Uncle, how's Henry doing?"

"Grandpa says he's got a bit of a fever, probably just a mild one," Andre replied. "Alright, let's get this meeting started."

Meanwhile, Mia had skipped lunch to talk to her professor about adjusting her class schedule. University professors usually keep the same pace across different classes, so Mia planned to join the earlier class to catch up on the same lessons. "Professor Grant, I'm in your afternoon sessions," Mia introduced herself.

"Of course, I know who you are," replied Professor Grant, a motherly figure who was well aware of Mia's situation.

Mia explained, "The weather turned cold a few days ago, and somehow my son got sick, came down with a fever and a cold. Could I possibly join the earlier class today? I'm really worried and would like to get home to him as soon as possible." "Absolutely. Just head to the classroom when it's time. Kids are so prone to catching colds this time of year. How old is your little one now?"

six months," Mia realized, amazed at how quickly the time

like her memories of being a carefree girl were from a different lifetime,

the classroom. After a sleepless night, she knew the afternoon would be tough.

unable to find her aunt, tried calling Mia, who had

messaged Leo, "Chad, do you know where my aunt's class

for Leo to respond after checking with Andre, who was in the middle of a meeting but took

time Anya found the classroom, there wasn't much time left, and Mia could only take a few bites of her sandwich before

Mia felt somewhat refreshed and thanked her professor before

home, Henry had stopped crying and was being fed a bottle by Naomi. Hungry

mommy's back," Mia announced

his feeding, and Naomi lifted him up. "Look who's here, Mia's back to hold

Henry smiled for the first time

her room, Molly joined Mia. "Nowadays, it feels like the whole family's

ear temperature and asking how his day

fussy, crying after short naps," Molly

his mother's arms, Henry drank

"Did Andre call today?"

called a bunch too, all worried about the

Mia finally felt at

lay him down

let's just cuddle for a while. He's not

his mother's embrace, Henry slept

home again to check in. Learning that Mia had returned and Henry was asleep, he instructed, "Dad, can you ask the kitchen to prepare something for Mia to eat? She missed lunch because she was arranging her classes to come home early." Hearing this, Hansen immediately expressed his concern in his usual gruff manner, "That Mia, why didn't she say anything earlier? If she had, we could've had something ready by now. Hang on, I'll go talk to the