Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

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.

was lively in the evening. Families strolled along the paths, joggers weaved through

them wandered down the path, until Henry zoomed ahead on

day?" Mia slipped her hand

go?"

why I didn't tell you?" she

probably wasn't trouble,” he replied with

trouble

really get, so I took Katie out for lunch

slipped his arm from her grasp and wrapped it around

last-minute idea! I didn't want you fussing, pulling strings for me and making arrangements. I wanted a bit of freedom for myself. Besides, you already do so

her or their son, Mia knew Andre would smooth out every bump in the

interest. Didn't want to make a scene. Being Mrs. Andre is