Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia picked out Henry's favorite and paid for it, and Henry was so happy he didn't even want his dad to carry him anymore.

Clutching his new kite in his little hands, he ran wild and free across the grass.

Back home, he played rock-paper-scissors with his dad during bath time, then challenged his mom for another round before bed.

After a few gentle swats on his tiny bottom, he finally settled down in Mia's arms, pouting a little as he drifted off to sleep.

Right before lights out, Mia let out a sigh and muttered, "Raising a kid is tough. Raising a little tiger cub is on a whole other level."

The "little tiger cub" in her arms twitched at that, and Mia didn't dare move a muscle.

Andre couldn't help but chuckle. "So, did you sort out the preschool?"

Mia nodded. "The whole family finally agreed to send him. There's an international preschool and a fancy private academy-those two got the most votes. Looks like it's up to us to decide."

Andre stretched out on the bed and thought for a moment. "Let's go with the fancy one. I'm worried he'll get too caught up studying kids who look different from him at the international school."

Mia just stared at him, speechless. But she had to admit-he kind of had a point. And just like that, Henry's school was picked.

despite all their careful planning, Andre missed one thing: even the fancy academy had kids from all sorts of backgrounds. There was no stopping Henry's curiosity-he was still determined to "study" everyone, and before long, they were getting called in by

a story for

school. Andre just shrugged, "He hasn't even

at a loss for words, looking down at her little drama

off in dreamland, playing endless rounds of rock-paper-scissors with the Sandman. The

and Molly bundled up

had missed the one-month celebration, so

one.

headed to Newtown, and they made sure to let Mr. Nettleton know

Nettleton gave Andre a long look and said,

Newtown, Mr. Nettleton changed

brother like glue, the two of them holding hands

at the baby girl, and when that didn't work, they pressed their faces up to the gaps in the crib to

her milky cheeks, her skin

waiting for