Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1019

Andre stepped out and knocked on his nephew's bedroom door.

Leo, with his hair all messy, got up holding a sleepy little munchkin and opened the door. "Uncle, here you go."

After handing the little bundle over, Leo shut the door and flopped back onto the bed, wrapping his arms around Anya, who was still dozing. He gazed at her lovingly, gave her a soft kiss on the temple, and snuggled back down with her. Andre headed back, gently placing his son next to his wife, watching them both sleep peacefully.

By around 9 a.m., Andre made sure to wake up his young wife. He was firm about sticking to a regular schedule for the family, though his wife could afford to break the routine now and then.

Yawning, Mia went to freshen up.

When she came out, breakfast was already laid out on the table. "After being out and about for so many days, this is the first time we're having the hotel breakfast."

Mia, cradling her sleepy son, settled on the couch. "Hey, wake up, time to eat. If you keep sleeping, you won't have anyone to keep you company tonight."

Andre, with a playful grin, grabbed his son's tiny feet, ready to tickle them.

Mia opened a fresh and juicy bacon and egg sandwich, wafting it under her son's nose to entice him. "Smells so good, doesn't it?"

gave in. As soon as his mouth opened a bit, Mia fed

little grumbles lasted for

of the sandwich for him, while his dad sat nearby, spooning oatmeal into his

a few bites, Henry's curiosity got the better of him, and he reached out to poke at the red mark on his mom's chest. The "culprit" gently pushed Henry's hand away and

was already annoyed with you for hogging Anya, and staying up with him last night didn't help. He's probably even less fond of you now." Henry babbled on, chatting with his

to the bathroom to

by the time Leo and

sat up in bed, her first thought on finding Henry. Not seeing him, she shook her boyfriend. "Chad, the baby's

Leo mumbled, turning over to go

knocking on doors in

his aunt, then laid by his

his parents' room, he tried to

weather was

group headed out to

brave, charging straight towards the ocean. He stumbled, flinging sand with his little arms, but quickly got back up, running barefoot

the shore, as Henry tugged

a swim ring, but in his dad's arms, he had no

its perks: looking after the kids, carrying heavy stuff, driving, running