Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 878

Anya pouted, her charm radiating through the video call, "Chad, pretty please? Just play a game with Grandpa this one time."

Leo, slowly succumbing to his girlfriend's coaxing, sighed, "Alright, I promise. Tomorrow, I'll bring our little munchkin to the office to pick me up after work. It's been ages since I last saw him."

The thought of their adorable baby made Anya suddenly exclaim, "Oh no! Chad, I got home today and only got scolded. I didn't even get to hold our baby! I miss him so much, I didn't even get to give him a kiss today."

Leo, who was in the middle of drying his hair, paused and chided, "What's all this kissing about? What's there to kiss on that chubby little guy? It's not proper. If you're looking to kiss someone, you can come kiss me tomorrow!" Anya shot back, "You're being so unreasonable and bossy."

"If you complain one more time, you can play games with the old man yourself."

Anya, a bit miffed, pursed her lips and said, “Fine, I'm not playing with you anymore."

With that, she ended the call.

Leo, staring at the blank screen, chuckled, "Wow, someone's got quite the temper."

As he moved to clean the bathroom, he joked to himself, "What's so special about that little chubster? All he's got is extra flesh and endless tears. Seems like Ms. Anya's taste has taken a nosedive."

After tidying up and drying his hair, he texted his girlfriend a "Goodnight" and turned in for the night.

Anya lay in bed, determined: Tomorrow, I will definitely hold the baby!

Meanwhile, the baby in question was happily standing on his grandpa's pillow, gripping the wooden headboard with his tiny feet pressing into the pillow.

Hansen watched his joyful grandson, yawning from fatigue, “Henry."

Henry, recognizing his name, looked at his grandpa with his adorable little milk teeth on display, smiling. Hansen said, "Let's strike a deal, little buddy, let's hit the hay. Your mom left me, an old man, all alone today, and your dad worked me to the bone tonight. Could you please give your grandpa a break? Remember, I'm an old man now. Respect your elders."

"Mm-hmm~" Henry responded cheerfully.

Hansen sighed, cuddling his little meatball of a grandson into bed, patting his little bottom, "Let grandpa tell you stories about your dad when he was your age. Just like you, he loved sleeping with grandpa. At night, it was always grandpa in the middle, with your dad and grandma on either side. You're not as clever as your dad was at your age he could walk a bit by then. But you're a hundred times cuter than Andre was, probably because you're chunkier..."

Hansen talked on, unaware of the time passing.

circle. Feeling sleepy, he turned his chubby body, clutching his grandpa's shirt, and slowly closed his eyes. He could still hear his dad's name, knowing "Andre" and "warmth"

to remember to turn off the light, soon

impulsive decisions, feeling like her insides were turning

back and legs felt like they weren't hers anymore, her life

watched his flushed-faced little wife, exhausted, sweat beading at her temples, unable

at home, Anya's back, and Dad doesn't need us. Shall we go

appearing more like madness to the man hovering over her, her hair falling across

few more

her head again, and this time Andre cupped her face

came out soft and almost

assertive, said, "What if I insist we have to go

causing trouble for you, keeping you busy~ Ah, husband, ow,

the

save for the occasional chirp of crickets in the

the deep, quiet night, the beloved lady, unable to resist, drifted

Because Mia couldn't resist, she said "no," thus, she was forced into a@readful agreement with

our

about their son, "Where

"Bring him home!"

agreed, "Alright,

drifted off into a

together, Henry with his little face up, sound asleep. He turned off the lights in the room, and upon returning, he also turned

The next day.

went to his dad's room to pick up Henry, cradling him

easy to put on, so he simply dressed him in a little tank top, holding his about-to-cry son,

were already

of breakfast, the

glow over the

Henry, Bruce

Andre replied, "Still sleeping."