Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1050

Anthony cradled his little boy, smothering him with kisses and gentle whispers. Back in the hospital room, he carefully held Henry down, coaxing him to take the medicine from the night before.

Henry’s illness was like a stubborn storm, with fevers coming and going. Each round involved medicine, tears, coughs, and eventually a break in the fever. Throughout the day, Anthony clung to his precious son, his heart aching too much to give him more medicine. That night, both Anthony and Mia found no comfort in sleep. Mia kept a close watch on Henry’s temperature, checking it every so often. Anthony tried to persuade her to rest, but she shook her head, saying, “Sweetheart, you’re as worried as I am. I know you can’t sleep either, so let’s just get through this together.”

The next day, a nurse walked in with a syringe. “Mr. and Mrs. Cedillo, Dr. Lee has ordered an injection for Henry since his fever hasn’t gone down yet.”

Mia looked at her sleepy-eyed son and gently took off his diaper. Henry, confused, twisted around curiously until a sudden coldness on his skin caught him by surprise.

As the needle went in, Mia instinctively shut her eyes, murmuring, “Oh, honey!”

Henry’s cries pierced the air, his little mouth wide open, tears streaming down onto Mia’s sleeve. Anthony shielded his son’s eyes with one hand and pressed a cotton swab on the injection site with the other, comforting him, “It’s alright, Henry. Mom and Dad are right here. This will help you feel better.”

Henry’s cries were heart-wrenching, unlike anything they had heard before.

“Where’s my grandson?”

“My precious little guy?”

An elderly voice echoed anxiously from the nurse’s station. Hansen looked around, trying to figure out where to go.

Naomi chastised them gently, “Even if it’s something small, you should let the family know. A child’s illness isn’t something to take lightly. Anthony, you haven’t been to work, have you? If I’d known, I would have come to help Mia right away.”

Finally, seeing his family who wouldn’t force medicine or shots on him, Henry nestled into his grandfather’s arms, his little sobs sounding sadly.

Later in the afternoon, Aaron and Madison hurried into the hospital, their faces etched with worry.

As soon as they saw them, they began to scold the couple, “Why didn’t you let us know our little one was sick?”

Hansen, holding his snoozing grandson, felt a sense of camaraderie, “Did you guys also only find out about our little one’s hospital stay from someone else?”