Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Memories from the past washed over Andre, making him gulp nervously. Meanwhile, Henry, always the little foodie, licked his lips in anticipation.

"Andre, have you had lunch yet?" Mia asked, her voice light.

Andre shook his head, playing along. She'd gone to all this trouble for him-no way he'd admit if he'd already eaten.

Mia's face lit up. "I made it myself. Want to give it a try?"

Andre nodded. "Sure." Even if he didn't want to, there was no saying no.

Mia looked even more delighted, picking up the steaming bowl to bring it out. Worried she might burn her hands, Andre set their son down to walk on his own and took the hot bowl to the dining table himself.

Just then, Mia noticed two big bags sitting on the coffee table. "What's that?"

Andre snapped his fingers as he remembered. "Oh! I got you a whole stash of ice cream. You always say summer isn't summer without it so I stocked up."

Mia's eyes sparkled. She'd been so busy lately, she'd almost forgotten about her favorite treat. Her husband, usually the ice cream police, had actually bought her a pile of it. She knew this was his way of saying sorry for being strict. "Thank you, babe!" she said, her voice suddenly sweet. Andre grinned at the new nickname.

But he still had to remind her. "Don't go overboard. I don't want your stomach acting up."

Mia

in their chat, they both forgot something important: their little boy was now

for a good two hours-he wasn't about to miss out on whatever Mom

a stool over, climbed up, grabbed his dad's chopsticks with his tiny hands, and managed to

second later,

Andre turned to see their

you doing?" Mia shouted. "That's

gagged again and yanked the noodles out of

remembering just how... unique Mia's cooking could

from the taste. Even plain water sounded amazing

her 'creation' to her

mom's food and then gag?" she asked,

he just isn't hungry, that's all. Nothing to do

on, honey.

Not one to give up, Mia grabbed

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tried feeding Henry