Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1047

Mia was having a tough time holding her son, so she quickly scooped up some water with a spoon, trying to calm him down. "Here, drink some water, sweetheart. Don't cry, okay?"

But once Henry realized he was being coaxed, he refused the third spoonful of water, no matter how they tried. Andre took a turn, but it was no use. The sight of the spoon set Henry off, making him cry and flail his arms, pushing it away. The third dose of medicine wasn't happening, nor was the dissolved tablet. Even dinner was a no-go. The moment Henry saw the spoon, his stubborn mood took over, and he refused to eat.

Over at the Maplewood Estates that evening, the lights were bright, and the sound of a toddler's cries echoed through the living room.

They tried swapping the spoon for a fork, but Henry still wouldn't budge. "Hey, let's just make him a bottle of formula for now," suggested Mia.

Once they switched to a sippy cup, Henry took a few sips, then curled up in his mom's arms, crying himself to sleep.

As is often the case with sick kiddos, the moment he was laid in bed, he started crying, reaching out to be in his mom's embrace.

After a quick freshen-up, Mia snuggled into bed with her son. "Honey, if you're planning to shower, use the guest bathroom, and don't stay up too late, okay?"

Andre nodded, took off his jacket, and sat on the bed's edge, looking at the little guy in the middle. He gently ruffled Henry's hair and then headed to the guest bathroom for a shower.

the wind was howling, and the sky was completely starless with clouds hiding the

Mia suddenly felt a tightening in her chest and woke

was sleeping beside her, making sure their son, nestled between them, wouldn't catch a chill from any drafts. He'd positioned himself to block the breeze, keeping the blanket snug around them, even if it meant his

touched Henry's forehead and found it

back, which was dry but hot like a little

Andre urgently. "I think Henry's got

heartbeat, sitting up and processing

feels really hot. Can you grab

the blanket

to fend off

a digital thermometer, announcing, "38.6 degrees

eyes shut,

with socks, slipping on his

thermometer for another reading, Honey, I just put it under his arm, and in less than two minutes,

Hester. I spoke with him earlier tonight. He's