Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1037

That night, Henry got booted to the spare room while the master bedroom light burned bright till morning, with faint whispers of passion echoing through. Mia, on the other hand, wouldn't stir until the sun was high in the sky.

By day, Andre was the epitome of a doting dad, out in the yard teaching Henry the art of squatting and sitting on his own. When Mia finally woke, she'd cozy up with a blanket by the big windows, taking in the sight of her adorable son playing on the grass and her husband, who seemed like two different people from dusk till dawn.

Afternoons were lazy and often had Mia nodding off for a brief nap.

Once playtime was over, Mia would pull open the window and call out, "Time to come back."

Seeing Mia awake, Andre would gesture towards her, gently coaxing their son back inside.

But little Henry was feeling defiant. Andre ended up tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carrying his giggling bundle of joy back into the living room.

Perched on his dad's shoulder, Henry was having the time of his life, drooling with laughter, his cheeks flushed without a hint of chill. Mia, cuddling him, felt her heart swell with love, pressing her face against his to warm him up.

his sweet little voice,

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spirits but also amused himself

was a whirlwind, racing to her mom's prenatal appointments faster

at her age, whispering, "At her age, risking it all for another kid just to keep her spot secure. One day, she'll lose her looks, and Mr. Calder will definitely

with her sassy aunts had rubbed off on her because she let them have it. If she hadn't been held

you live under

something? You're

you can't have kids anymore so you gossip instead. ahead, try having one if you're capable. Can't do it, can you? That's right, you old hags,

the mirror before you talk. You see others through

up to stop, shot back, "No wonder your husbands have mistresses and don't come home. You're all just gossiping busybodies,

you, you!" The women Anya confronted turned beet red. "What kind of upbringing does the

to judge me? At least I was taught not to talk behind people's backs based on