Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1247

Seeing his dad, he ran over and planted a big, oily kiss right on his dad's dress pants with all the enthusiasm of a puppy. As soon as Andre became a dad, he quickly learned that kids have a knack for making clothes dirty in record time. You never know if it's going to be tears, a runny nose, drool, or the remnants of a messy meal...

"Henry's turning two, and we're throwing a little party at Maplewood Estates. Just swing by our place," Andre said, scooping up his messy little guy and heading home.

The other godfathers were already on their way, stuck in traffic as usual. Taking advantage of the downtime, Andre sent a voice message to his buddies, "Cooper's flight lands tomorrow morning. Once he's here, he's on Henry duty."

Henry, being the little rascal he is, kept trying to wiggle his way to the front seat, making Andre drive with one arm across the center console to keep him at bay. "Henry, sit still," Andre warned.

But Henry, being Henry, wasn't having it. "No, daddy," he protested, pointing eagerly at the streetlight outside the window. "Daddy, light!"

Andre turned slightly, giving his son's cheek a gentle pat. "Yes, buddy, that's a streetlight."

forward. That evening, they swung by the Irvin family's place to pick up Mia, and

Mia-juggling her demanding studies while still trying to find the perfect birthday gift for their son. Andre had drafted a two-page plan for the party, but Mia took one look and crossed out half of it. "It's just a kid's birthday. No need to go overboard. Just family and friends, a nice dinner, and some good company. Even Dad keeps it

as you can

flown over in a hurry, dressed way too lightly for the weather. Before Andre could even say hello, Cooper blurted

bedroom," Andre chuckled, leading the way to the master bedroom. Cooper paused at the door, knowing

the yard studying. Everyone else is

bustling with the sounds of cleaning, cooking, and studying, little Henry was living the life of leisure-sprawled out on the king-sized bed, wrapped in cozy blankets, blissfully unaware of the hustle

burst into the bedroom, sweeping up his sleepy nephew. Five minutes later, Henry's cries

in the art of dressing a toddler, wrapped Henry in