Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 805

Andre frowned, turning to his wife, "Why's Dad been sipping herbal tea lately?"

Hansen chimed in, "Oh, herbal tea's not just for fixing what's broken; it's about keeping things running smooth. I'm getting on in years, so a bit of herbal tea is my way of staying spry." Naomi nodded, "Exactly."

Andre wasn't buying it. His father didn't seem like the type to voluntarily down bitter brews.

"Show me the tea bag."

Hansen replied, "What, you still don't trust me? Andre, you're really pushing it."

Mia swiftly intervened, "Honey, Dad's been busting his back helping with our little one. Don't rile him up. If you've got nothing else, better head to work."

Andre was still uneasy, but seeing his elderly father juggling their little bundle of joy, he really felt for him.

So, he let it slide.

"I'll get the heat pad on you before I head to the office."

Before leaving, Andre took his wife to the bathroom, patiently dampening and softening the heat pad, all the while wondering if his father had actually taken any medicine.

Naomi whispered to her dad, "Dad, go change your clothes, or Andre will start grilling you again once he comes out."

Hansen whispered back, "Sweetheart, are you daft? Changing now would be a dead giveaway. Andre's sharp as a tack; he'd figure it out. I'm banking on my confidence to keep him at bay." Naomi glanced at her father, thinking: There's not much of a front here.

Finally, amid Mia's playful protests, the old heat pad was peeled off and replaced with a fresh one.

Before heading out, Andre wanted one last cuddle with his son, but Hansen, feeling wrongly accused, turned away, shielding his grandson from view.

Andre called out, "Henry, Daddy's off now."

used to the routine, waved,

left, Mia breathed a sigh of relief, as did

you're quite the

off modestly, "Oh, it's nothing. It's all thanks to Dad's

"We make a flawless

future escapades,

worries, I've got your

seemed like

head with a smile, picked up her little nephew, "Mia, what did the doctor say about our little

more exercise. Personally, he's just adorably chubby. It's only Andre who thinks he's too heavy and hurting my arm, hence the slimming down idea." Seeing other kids starting to crawl, some even walking, Mia felt a bit anxious. So, she began dedicating her home time to helping her son

on the tile floor, unmoved, watching his mom work up

dubbed her nephew,

naturally

lot of you. Let's see if you can out-lazy

phone to binge-watch a series while snacking. Hansen, eyeing the ice cream, was met with Mia's stern look. "Hey! You forgot the pain already? Did you enjoy your hospital stay? We agreed on no

having already tipped off the security guard, "When Mr. Andre rolls in, spot his car and ring me. Do well, and a raise's on the horizon. Mess up, and expect overtime." The guard feared Mr. Andre finding out and doling out punishment. Mia assured them, "Relax, any fallout's on me. I call the shots

as long as Andre was out the door, she was

one hand, series playing,

a small river, leaving a shiny

mom enjoying treats without sharing, Henry got so frustrated he slapped the floor, hurting his hand, and began to cry, face

his tiny hand ventured forward, dragging his little

corner of her eye, unfazed,

worried he might tire, set her phone down and knelt in front of him, lifting him to her lap and letting him taste

saw his son clumsily crawling around, he scooped him up with

the big peach in Mia's hand, drooled on his dad's cheek, hoping he'd snag

no longer needing parental guidance, crawling about

efforts, stood behind her son, "My boy,