Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 800

The trio joked around, munching on slices of watermelon.

Hansen nudged playfully, "Mia, how about you and Andre have a little chat? Now that you've had the baby, it's about time we got some ice cream around here."

Mia paused mid-bite and looked up. "Dad, how about we pull off something big?"

Hansen blinked. "Wait, what are you suggesting?"

Glancing at his grandson, who was determinedly wrestling with his watermelon slice, Hansen pointed at the little guy, with his cheeks flushed red. "What? You planning to kidnap Andre’s son to blackmail him into buying us ice cream?"

Mia chuckled and shook her head. "Of course not. After all, his son is my son too. If you kidnapped my boy, Andre wouldn’t even get the chance to react—I’d be on you first."

Hansen knew his daughter-in-law’s fists were no joke.

"Alright then, what's this big plan of yours?" Hansen asked, curiosity piqued.

Mia leaned in and whispered her mischievous scheme.

Hansen’s eyes widened, and a grin spread across his face. "You really think we can pull this off?"

Naomi giggled as Mia sealed the deal. "Why not? If you don’t tell, I don’t tell, and Naomi keeps quiet, the only one left is Henry, and he's too busy battling his watermelon. We’ll keep it hush-hush."

Hansen still had his doubts. "This seems a bit risky."

Mia reassured him, "Dad, don’t sweat it. If anything goes wrong, I’ll take the heat."

"You sure about this?"

Mia nodded, "Thanks, Dad. The whole family’s counting on you."

Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, Hansen beamed.

After their meal, Mia went to check on her son.

The watermelon feast had been short but sweet. Mia recorded a video of her son, Henry, hugging and devouring his watermelon slice, and shared it in the family group chat.

Soon, the chat exploded with reactions.

Andre: "Pig."

Leo: "Champion!"

The uncle and nephew posted almost simultaneously, then went silent. Andre had compared his son to a little piglet, while Leo was amazed by Henry’s voracious appetite.

Naomi chimed in, "Leo, deep down, you’re scared of Andre, but you adore him the most."

Molly jumped in, "This is the first time I’ve seen my nephew so hysterically happy over a watermelon. Saving this video."

Anya, always the soft-hearted one, gushed, "Wow, the baby is so cute. Auntie, I really want to see the baby."

She excitedly showed her traveling mother, "Mom, look, it’s Uncle’s baby."

Mrs. Calder laughed, "I never thought someone as cold as Andre could have such an adorable son."

Anya, brimming with excitement, said, "Mom, Henry is super cute. Whether he’s laughing or crying, it’s the sweetest sound in the house."

Mrs. Calder teased, "Look at you getting all excited. Want me to have another baby for you?"

In his office, Bruce watched the video, chuckling and replaying it.

"What’s got the mayor so happy?" someone asked.

Bruce shared his phone screen. "Look at Andre’s son. He’s always at home, playing with his toys, and we end up playing with him."

The family’s wallpaper was all pictures of the little nephew, showing how much they adored him.

Kendrick saw the video too and couldn’t hide his envy. Soon, he saw his son Chad commenting in the Cedillo family group, "Henry’s really indulging this time."

Dean clarified, "I meant let’s throw the son away."

Henry wasn’t too thrilled at that.

Despite his words, Dean held his son tighter than anyone. When he got home in the afternoon, Henry barely left his father’s sight.

At night, before bed, the couple brought their child into their bedroom, letting him tire himself out before moving him back to his room.

Dean carefully applied a warm towel to the plaster on Mia’s arm.

"Honey, could you slowly peel it off later? It sticks to the hair and really hurts."

Dean, holding his wife’s injured arm, felt a pang in his heart.

He began to peel off the edge slowly, and Mia’s hand tightened on his trouser leg, "Honey, be gentle, it needs to be—ah!"

With a swift motion, Mia’s tears sprang forth. "Honey, didn’t you know it would hurt?"

The plaster left a red mark on her arm, and Henry, propping himself up, clumsily made his way to Mia’s side.

Dean, continuing to remove the plaster gently, caused Mia to whimper in pain.

Andre was holding the next set of adhesive heat pads along with the wrist brace that his wife was using. He looked at their little bundle of joy, Henry, and said, "See, your mom hurt her arm because she’s always carrying you."

It seemed like Henry understood. Lying between his parents, tears started to well up in his eyes, eventually dropping onto the bed.

Finally, Andre took his wife’s delicate wrist and held it in front of their son. "Give a kiss to our little Mia."

Without any hesitation, Henry leaned forward and gently nibbled. "Mommy, mommy~"

Mia’s eyes immediately filled with tears.