When Andre got home, he found his son sniffling—again. The little guy rushed over, ready to tattle. Andre picked him up and asked, “Alright, what happened this time?"

"Mom won't let me call her by her name," Henry whined.

“She's just being stubborn—trying to start a rebellion by calling me ‘kid' like you do," Mia yelled from the other room.

Hansen, not wanting to get caught up in the drama, mumbled, “Uh? Oh, right. Well—I'll be heading out now." “Grandpa, come over! Squeeze my cheeks!" Henry tugged at him.

Hansen made a quick escape up the steps, peeking back to watch from a safe distance.

Andre tried to reason with his son. "Kid' is something parents call their children—it's not for you to call us. You can't just copy everything.”

Henry pouted, glancing at his mom's clenched fists. He didn't like it, but he knew when to quit. “Fine. I won't say it anymore," he grumbled.

After dinner, Andre and Mia accepted their fate and took Henry to the park for some fresh air.

the evening. Families strolled along the

of them wandered down the path, until Henry

you curious where I went the other day?"

go?" Andre

curious why I didn't tell

mention it, it probably wasn't


squeezed his arm and said, “No trouble at all. I actually went to

get, so I took Katie

around her shoulders instead. "So you've

want you fussing, pulling strings for me and making arrangements. I wanted a bit of

knew Andre would smooth out every bump in the road for them— making sure they never had

that caught my interest. Didn't want to make a scene. Being Mrs. Andre is already

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