Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Leo: "You're so smitten; just calling you 'sister-in-law' has you all starry-eyed." Anya, with a playful grin, shook Leo's arm. "I'd love to hear it more often."

"Don't worry, Henry will call you that plenty. You'll be sick of it soon." Leo chuckled, guiding Anya towards the car as they headed back into the house.

Anya leaned against the balcony railing, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she took in the view outside. She pulled out her phone and started recording a video, planning to head home early today. "Aren't you planning to hang out with me until eight or nine?" Leo asked, a bit surprised.

Anya replied, "The little one's back home. I need to spend some quality time bonding with our baby."

The Cedillo family.

Henry had the "tough" job of dropping the family off at work in the morning and welcoming them back in the evening, like a little sentinel.

Uncle got hugs, Auntie got cuddles, and when Dad came home, Henry would instinctively open his mouth for a bite before Dad could even give him a kiss.

Not long after, Anya arrived home too.

Mia grabbed her hand, pulling her aside. "So, which house did you end up signing for?"

"It's the second listing Aunt sent, a whopping $2500 a month. Chad said it's close to work, and I can walk there in the mornings, saving on gas. So we went with that one," Anya explained. Andre, holding his son, let the little boy squirm and wiggle in his embrace, planting sloppy kisses on his face. But his mind was still on what his niece had said.

"That's the going rate for downtown," Molly commented, "and renting the whole place would be even pricier. Leo's got a job. We should go check on him sometime. How are his roommates?"

Anya replied, "All guys, so I'm not too worried. But if Aunt and Uncle plan to visit, I need to clean up and set things up first."

Naomi interjected, "Don't trouble yourself, Anya. I'll go clean up for Leo. You've been working hard enough."

quickly shook her head. "Aunt, it's no

the Calder family, always bustling around after her son. She felt a pang of

out with Leo more and get exposed to different things. It might

measures to protect her from all potential harm, keeping her within a comfortable bubble, never allowing her to grow up. Parents often use such methods to shield their children from society's darkness, preserving their innocence. Yet, some parents adopt a far-sighted approach, exposing their children to society early on, making them aware

inquired about her son's living situation and handed Anya a bank card, asking her to buy some necessities for him, which

missed his grandson. "We've got plenty of money. Why does he need

her husband cradling their

his dad's eye, his mouth

his son's back, the soft, chubby little bundle in his father's arms, was

observant eyes. He hadn't said

showed her husband the listing for Leo's rented house

Andre shrugged. "Not interested."

else here, just the three of us. What's got you so upset?" Mia handed her husband the phone and went

came back late; he had taken a case in the afternoon and worked overtime. Upon arriving, he first looked for his little nephew. Molly had just knocked on Andre's bedroom door when Henry's father ushered him out.

being held by his uncle and crying for a bit, Henry warmed up to his uncle and aunt. Later in the evening, when his aunt and uncle

appeared, and Henry reached out his tiny hands to his grandfather, who

message, was largely unmoved. To say he

sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Boys need to venture out. Without ambition, living off others, the family fortune will be squandered sooner or later." "Let's not talk about him." Andre tightened his grip around his petite

honey. If I started a business, would

his eyes closed, inhaled his wife's scent, finding peace.

leaning down for a kiss. Her

eyes lifted slightly, his gaze filled with desire as he looked at his wife's lips.

leaned in to kiss him, her emotions a whirlwind. As Andre, unable to resist, moved towards the bed, Mia suddenly remembered something, pushing on her husband's shoulders. "Wait, what about our son?" She had just taken a bath, and