Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Henry scrunched up his little face, thinking hard. "My strict godmom says I'm her baby, and only she gets to call me that. If goddad tries, she gets mad, so he just calls me 'little one' instead. But I still remember-"

See? He remembered. He even came home and told Mom and Dad all about it.

Andre hugged their soft, squirmy son and asked, "So what did you eat tonight with your godparents?"

"Goddad said I needed to eat smart food with 'strict godmom'-it's good for my brain and my eyes-so we went out for pork~"

Mia looked up at her husband and translated, "They had pork."

Andre looked down at Mia and added, "Supposedly it's for brain power and eyesight."

Mia was already nestled in his arms, so when their eyes met, their faces were close. Mia pouted. Andre's smile was full of affection. All she had to do was pout, and he'd know what she wanted. He leaned in and caught her lips with his.

Little Henry blinked his big eyes. "Me too~"

The couple laughed and broke apart. Mia asked, "All finished, sweetie?"

Henry nodded with pride, done with his story. He turned, scrambled up onto the coffee table, stood there for a second, then dove toward his dad's lap.

Andre caught him without missing a beat, loosening his hold on Mia just enough to grab their son, then wrapped both of them tight in his arms again.

With Henry now settled on Dad's lap, he continued, "Mom, I saw big sister today too! She wanted to play with me~"

got up naturally, grabbed the little cat-shaped water cup from the table, and took

to Andre. "Here, honey,

even taken a drink before Henry's eyes were glued to

water always tasted better than his

grinned and offered the cup to Henry, helping him take

moments and small acts, wove themselves into their everyday life without anyone

together, quietly making up the gentle river of their family, flowing on

so ordinary, so simple-like Andre giving their son a drink

her

came by row Henry and mentioned his ted

s

when Andre got home from work, Mia clung to him,

as he filled her

too. "Honey, I think there's still

caught the spark of curiosity in his wife's eyes-he didn't even

dying for gossip

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voice all soft and

...

into each other at work, often sharing the elevator