Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"Are you guys picking out clothes for Henry?" the sales associate asked.

The four men nodded. "Yes, he's our son."

The sales associate's eyebrows shot up. Men? Four of them? A son?

Could it be two gay couples who adopted Henry and are now raising him together? Who's the mom? Who's the dad?

A story began to take shape in the sales associate's mind.

"Let's pick a size for my son, and we'll try it on."

"Sir, it's not convenient for children to try on clothes here. Do you know what size he usually wears?"

The men exchanged puzzled looks. "Why can't we try them on? Are you afraid we'll try and not buy? Just pick a size, and we'll buy it after trying."

The sales associate replied, "Actually, if you could just tell me the size, we can get the clothes for you."

Teddy shrugged. "We don't know the size."

Oh, looks like a recent adoption, thought the sales associate, noting Henry's nice clothes. "I can check the size now."

So, under the "torture" of his four godfathers, Henry's clothes were removed, revealing his chubby little body, and he burst into tears.

His crying drew attention from nearby customers. The four big men cuddled, coaxed, and entertained him, almost losing their minds.

If it had been anyone else being so stubborn, not listening to sweet talk, the four of them would have turned hostile and dealt with that person already. But today, they were holding their "son" in their arms!

Not long after, when it was time to change clothes, another ordeal began. The four of them cuddled, coaxed, and doted on him, eventually getting help from the sales associate to dress Henry in his new clothes. Having gone through the experience once, the men firmly decided not to let Henry try on clothes anymore.

In the toy store, whatever Henry took a liking to, "Buy!"

Whatever his little hand touched, "Buy!"

other kids driving toy cars, Teddy pointed at

the sales associate was quick to pick up, ensuring Henry's shopping spree filled the car's trunk to the brim. Everything was eventually shipped to Maplewood Estates. Leaving the

in their arms,

hand. Mars immediately pulled out a tissue. "Don't use your hand, it's full of germs. Use a tissue to

a pack of wet wipes. "Tissue will still rub our son's

wiping his bottom? How can we

questioned, "Did

reminisced, "I think she

also vaguely nodded. "Seems like she mentioned

later called Andre. "What should we use to wipe

Andre: "..."

to the four men's heated debate, Andre suggested,

air-conditioned mall, one Henry and

kids were playing on slides, the four men holding Henry were told, "Gentlemen, the child is too young. He's not suitable

for words at the sight of the four men, didn't

can buy this equipment. If our

one o'clock in the afternoon, under the scorching sun, Henry kept crying, unable to be soothed no matter what. Just a while ago, he would still act adorably for a bit, but then he started gnawing on Teddy's face. Mars excitedly exclaimed, "Look, why is our son only kissing

Henry

but Conner felt something was off. "Why

been crying

When Henry kisses Andre, he's smiling. Why is

four men looked at Henry,

children passing by with their milk bottles, suddenly realized and

this realization, all

to

searched for Henry's bottle. The four big men crammed into the car, uncomfortably squeezing together. They usually traveled in spacious vehicles, so they decided

much formula do we feed

first or formula? Mars, quickly look it up on a

a tearfully exhausted Henry in his arms, cuddled him close,

son. Asher, go to the supermarket and buy a bottle