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."

the routine, waved, "Bye-bye,

the "judge" had left, Mia breathed

quite

it off modestly, "Oh, it's nothing. It's

make a

our future

worries, I've

they seemed like

picked up her little nephew, "Mia, what did the doctor say about our

he's 'not too heavy, not too light,' and suggested 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

watching his mom work up

affectionately dubbed her nephew,

flowed naturally

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

glances, the coffee table nearby laden with fruit. Mia grabbed a plate, settled beside her, and opened her 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

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,

in one hand, series playing, and fruit within

the floor, drooled a small river, leaving a shiny

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

hand ventured forward, dragging his little body inch

from the corner of

in front of him, lifting him to her lap

crawling around, he scooped him up with joy, "How'd you learn

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

confident, no longer needing parental guidance, crawling

stood behind her son, "My boy,