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."

to the routine, waved, "Bye-bye,

left, Mia breathed

quite

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

"We make a

agreed, "In our future escapades, Dad,

worries, I've got

seemed like

smile, picked up her little nephew, "Mia,

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

floor, unmoved, watching his mom

dubbed her

flowed naturally

"Lazy, the lot of you. Let's see if you can out-lazy

ice cream, was met with Mia's stern look. "Hey!

in, spot his car and ring me. Do well, and a raise's on the horizon. Mess

out the door, she

ice cream in one hand, series playing,

shiny puddle on the tiles. Naomi had to periodically wipe it

his mom enjoying treats without sharing, Henry got so frustrated he slapped the floor, hurting his

dragging his little

corner of her

lifting him to her lap and letting

and saw his son clumsily crawling around, he scooped him up with joy, "How'd

drooled on his dad's cheek, hoping

no longer needing

son, "My boy, seeing