Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 796

Henry lay there, his little mouth forming sweet, clear words, "Mommy~"

Mia, with her soft heart, couldn't resist: "..

She looked down at her husband. "Honey, let's just go with this for now. I'll play the doting mother for a bit."

With that, she happily clambered over to her husband and embraced their little bundle of joy, "Oh, my son, Mommy loves you."

Andre, watching the joyful mother and son, shook his head in happiness.

The phone on the nightstand rang. He answered, "Hello? No, we haven't slept yet. Our son just had a little cry."

Andre said, "Alright, I'll ask for you tomorrow."

After hanging up, Mia asked, "Who was that so late at night?"

"Conner. He needed help with something," Andre glanced at the time. "Enough fun, it's time to sleep. Mia, you're on my left, and Henry, you're on my right."

The mother and son were "forcefully" separated by Andre.

As Mia cuddled up to her husband, she reached out and gently pinched Henry's little hand, which then clutched onto hers, "Ah~"

Andre, playing the bad guy, intervened, "If Henry won't sleep, I'll have to send you both to your grandfather."

Both mother and son were at his mercy. "Honey, shall we go back to Maplewood Estates tomorrow?"

"Sure."

The next day, the family of three left, just as another couple returned.

coincidental. Lately, I seem out of luck not only with Chad but

see their nephew before leaving. But as soon as they returned to the Byrne family, the

him, Mia, during the day, pushed the stroller past Chade Inc. and called from downstairs,

the rice cake in Henry's hand

allowed, but in Jade's

taken to his

hadn't had a child so early, I'd be working at my dad's company too." Molly suggested, "How about we switch? I stay home and take care

remarked, "Looks like your son really keeps

this? So chubby and cute." Someone asked about the cute panda outfit Henry was wearing, hoping to buy one for

store; you should find it. I usually shop in person for my son's clothes."

"Yes."

him too much. We'll both go back

take him and head home. See you tonight." Putting Henry back in the stroller, the little one, now used to being held,

wanting to disturb others at the

guys downstairs." She took her nephew

listening to his cries. "You

get tired, we'll take

her goodbyes, pushing the stroller

Henry found a shaded spot to rest, "Don't cry, my arms hurt,

one to her son, fanning him, "Isn't it sad,

then, Andre's

quickly fanning her son while answering, "Hello, honey?" "Where are

walk," she looked at a street sign, "on

be

hanging up, Mia wiped Henry's sweaty face and elbows with a wet wipe as they

and son from afar, Mia fanning their child, occasionally

by the