Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Andre had just gone downstairs to grab some warm milk for his son, thinking he'd help out with bath time, when he overheard his wife and Naomi chatting. Something in their conversation hit him right in the heart. Little Mia wasn't her usual energetic self lately, all thanks to their high-spirited son. He cried a lot, fussed even more, stayed up late, and was generally a handful.

Motherhood had sapped a lot of Mia's energy, now divided with their son.

Andre pushed open the bathroom door and saw their son, almost done with his bath. He grabbed the little guy's special hooded towel.

Mia pulled their slippery son out of the tub and handed him to Andre. "Thanks for the help, Naomi," she said.

Naomi waved it off. "We're all family here, no need for formalities."

As she left, Naomi reminded, "Mia, if Henry won't sleep tonight, bring him to me. You need your rest, especially with classes tomorrow."

"It's fine, my husband and I can handle it."

Back in the bedroom, the little one was already wrapped up and sipping the warm milk his dad had fetched.

"Mia, maybe we should let the nanny put Henry to bed from now on," Andre suggested. "It's too much for us."

Mia shook her head gently. "I can't bear the thought."

She sat beside her husband, looking lovingly at their son. "Yes, it's exhausting, but it's a happy kind of tired. Sure, he's a handful sometimes, but he's so lovable." She gave her son a tender peck on the cheek. "Do you love mommy?"

The little guy giggled, kicking his legs joyfully.

around eleven, the house

Anya mumbled,

Anya head to her room

with his "personal projects," keeping his room light

for more warm milk, he

Leo paused his

with work? Pulling an

just

at his nephew's door

fussing and whimpering in Mia's arms. Andre handed her the warm milk,

still running a fever. What do we do, honey?"

alcohol and cotton swabs, sitting by the bed to dab at their son's joints. "The doctor said it's common for babies his age to get fevers. He's young, better to avoid medication if we can. I'll try cooling him down this way." They chatted about Leo,

day, Mia and Anya walked through the school campus, and

busy with work, Aunt Mia.

grew more

at the office, noting his nephew's daytime lethargy and early evening naps. Leo always blamed his workload, but Andre

to the family's relief. Mia's parents, the Irvins, came straight

Madison was overly affectionate, heartbroken to have

felt a surge of distress. He