Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia's husband gently nudged her back into the master bedroom, while their little crybaby, Henry, was carried to the smaller guest bedroom, separating mother and son. Fortunately, Cooper had a knack for handling kids.

He recorded a video of Henry's wailing and played it on a loop for him to watch. Henry stared at the screen, completely bewildered, not realizing the crying baby was him. With tears still clinging to his long lashes, Henry kept glancing between the video and his uncle, his eyes clouded with confusion.

"Don't you recognize him?" Cooper asked.

Henry continued to stare blankly at the screen.

"That's Mia's son. Do you know him?" Cooper joked with his tiny nephew.

Henry just blinked, clearly not making the connection.

After spending the afternoon with his uncle, Henry had grown comfortable enough that as long as Cooper didn't shower him with too many kisses, he wouldn't cry at night.

Lying next to his uncle's bed, Henry would start babbling away, his little mouth spouting every word he knew.

Cooper used to think only fools talked to babies, but now he realized he was one of those fools.

"You know who your uncle is now, huh? Why do you think your uncle loves you so much?" "Ah-ow~~"

Cooper pinched his nephew's chubby cheek, "Your mom wanted you to be a little tiger, but why are you howling like a wolf? Can't even recognize your own kind, you little traitor from the tiger's den." Henry pursed his lips and stuck out his tongue, looking utterly adorable.

Cooper pulled up an animal encyclopedia on his phone to teach his nephew, "See, this is what a tiger looks like." Comparing the newborn tiger on the screen with his nephew, he chuckled, "You know, you two are pretty similar in the cuteness department." Late that night, Mia, worried and out of breath, weakly nudged the sturdy man beside her, "Put on your clothes and bring our son back. You're satisfied now; our son won't be a bother. Besides, Cooper has no experience with kids and has classes tomorrow." Andre, who had just enjoyed a "full meal," obediently complied. He threw off the blankets, picked up his pajamas from the floor, put them on, and left the bedroom. He crossed the living room and went to the guest bedroom.

He knocked softly, but there was no response. Andre gently pushed the door open and saw his son snuggled up against his uncle, sleeping soundly.

a sense of security. In the end, he just covered the

and leave Cooper's bedroom door ajar. If our son cries in the night, we can hear it right away. Don't let Cooper struggle to soothe him in the middle of the

and

end, it was Dad and Uncle in the living room, soothing Henry with a bottle

kept the lights

go to bed. I'll take him back

that's not fair. You promised I could spend the night with my nephew. What kind of all-nighter is this if it ends at midnight? You and my sister go back

away by his loving uncle once

to the bedroom. After feeding Henry his midnight bottle, Andre felt like he had completed his

each other's arms. So soundly, in fact, that they had no idea their beloved son had been "stolen" by his

of day crept in, Henry was gently woken and picked up by his uncle, "Shh, don't cry,

his uncle sneakily

door, Cooper playfully tossed his nephew into the air

small, let out clear, crisp laughter

"We're off."

his uncle, he curiously observed the morning market

morning was just beginning

streets were damp and quiet, with few people around, but those who were out carried backpacks and walked

were peaceful, with

the hotel area and reached a bustling street. Shops were opening, and many pedestrians with sunglasses and tied-back hair carried cups of

unusually obedient in the early morning, lay on his uncle's shoulder,

He looked down, studying his own little hands, then raised his tiny

faculty office, "Brita, I need to take a