Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 924

The baby's cries, sounding like a little tractor engine, reverberated around the bedroom. His tiny fists, no match for his dad's big hand, balled up in frustration as he cried his little heart out.

Mia quickly slid off her husband, laughing as she scooped up Henry. "No more tears, sweetheart. Mommy and Daddy will stop kissing, it's all about you now."

Andre pulled back his hand with a smirk, watching their little one, with his pouty lips and dramatic sobs, snuggle triumphantly into his mom's arms.

Henry's usual spot was now shared with Mia, who lay between father and son. Andre turned on his side, gently wiping away Henry's tears with the back of his hand, chuckling softly, "You little rascal." Henry's cries only grew louder.

Mia held him tighter, "You're not a bother at all, honey. Mommy's got you."

She kissed Henry's forehead, and he looked up at his dad with tearful eyes.

"Honey, give him a peck, our boy's being a bit of a drama king."

Andre sighed and leaned over to kiss his son's temple. The cries stopped instantly.

In Mia's arms, the family of three lay on the big bed, all huddled close. The big one wrapped around Mia's waist, the little one nestled into her chest, with one tiny hand always trying to wiggle into her neckline for comfort. But his playful dad would gently keep him from mischief.

"So, what's going on with Conner?" Mia asked, gently patting her son's little bottom.

those areas can be chaotic, not to mention over twenty years ago in Newtown where gangs ruled. Luckily,

local gangs, fighting for turf and sometimes coming home with blood on him. His aunt asked her boss for help finding a school, even offering to pay extra, but he refused. Conner was a tough kid. At eight, he fought off a guy trying to harass his aunt. Once, a nail went through his arm, but he didn't cry until the cops showed up. Since then, the boss took him under his wing, often getting him involved

she hugged her little one tighter, "How could his aunt

girls to learn self-defense. If anyone ever tries to hurt you, fight back with all

lips, playfully reminding him, "Honey,

fist. But Conner's grandfather had sons who weren't much help, though he did manage to father quite a few children, including

his aunt took him to the Nettleton family but was beaten and thrown out by the main wife. She went back to her

his aunt couldn't take it anymore. She risked it all to

kept patting their son rhythmically, curious, "What

as his own and took

about his aunt? How did she cope?" Mia, now a mom herself, understood the bond between a parent and child. Even after

months with her

painful; the aunt had been with Conner for twelve

she was risking when she sent

days after Conner returned to the Nettleton

fit of rage, he took his grandfather's gun and

child, how could he stand against

dared to bully him with a tenacity that none of the pampered heirs