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.

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

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 night." Like any mother would predict, not an hour had passed before Henry's soft sobs could be

got up and left

bedroom, she was too drowsy to keep her eyes open. In the end, it was

it was the middle of the night, they kept the lights dim to avoid irritating Henry's eyes and making his

have class tomorrow, go to bed.

it ends at midnight? You and my sister go back to

was whisked away by his loving uncle

After feeding Henry his midnight bottle, Andre felt like he

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

and picked up by his uncle, "Shh, don't cry, uncle is taking

his

moment they closed the door, Cooper playfully tossed

small, let out clear, crisp laughter

"We're off."

bright and melodious. Held by his uncle, he curiously observed the morning market of a

morning

people around, but those

roads were peaceful, with hardly any

bustling street. Shops were opening, and many pedestrians with

lay on his uncle's shoulder,

taxi with a thumbs-up, a gesture Henry noticed. He looked down, studying his own little hands, then

he carried his nephew into the faculty office, "Brita, I need to