Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1863

Hearing her son's logic, Mia quickly nodded. "Exactly. My sweetie is so smart. Your dad went out to work and took care of Mom at home, so Mom could comfortably stay home and grow our baby. And when the time came, you popped out like a little gift."

Henry silently committed this to memory. "Hmph. But earlier, Mom and Dad lied and said I was a free gift from the phone company!"

Rubbing his little head affectionately against his parents, he murmured in his soft voice, "Mom, tell me another story."

Mia closed her eyes, mentally sifting through her repertoire of bedtime stories to share with her son.

Andre lay beside them, listening to his wife's gentle murmurs and the soft rustling of his chubby son tossing and turning.

Occasionally, the little boy's feet would kick against him beneath the blankets. Andre would simply catch his son's tiny foot, smiling softly in the dark.

Before the story was even finished, both mother and son had fallen fast asleep.

Early the next morning.

When Mia woke up, both her husband and son were completely gone.

She headed downstairs and ran into a maid. "Ma'am, you're awake."

"Where's Henry?"

"He went to the office with Mr. Cedillo."

Mia let out a yawn. "What on earth possessed my husband to do that?"

At Cedillo Inc., inside the CEO's office.

Andre was half-tempted to buy a leash and tether his son directly to his belt loops.

Even Noah couldn't help but ask, "Boss, what made you decide to bring Henry to the office today?"

"He's getting in Mia's way at home." So, he had no choice but to bring the kid along to get in his own way instead.

No sooner had he spoken than he shouted, "Henry, get over here! What the hell are you digging around for in that cabinet now?"

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Meanwhile, back at Maplewood Estates.

Mia was making rapid progress. She was already confidently driving around the estate on her own.

She even harbored a secret desire to take the car out onto the main roads.

The security guard at the gate blocked her path. "...Ma'am, I can't let you do that."

Mia blinked up at him, her soft, rosy cheeks looking impossibly cute.

Andre paused in surprise. "How did you find out?"

When he learned she had tried to drive out of the estate just to test her skills, Andre sighed. "Going out by yourself? Don't you realize how dangerous that is?"

"I just wanted to try."

Despite having been home for less than five minutes, Andre turned right back around to escort his wife outside.

This time, he took the passenger seat.

Henry, whose butt hadn't even touched the couch yet, was swiftly scooped up by his dad and tossed into the backseat.

New Year's Day arrived. On the drive to the Irvin family estate.

Mia was at the wheel with Andre sitting beside her, calmly giving directions. "Mia, hit your turn signal and change lanes. Let the car behind us pass first. We'll take our time. There's no rush."

When they reached the Irvin family home, Andre stayed in the passenger seat, helping guide her as she reversed into the garage.

In the back, Henry twisted around to stare out the rear window, using his sweet voice to offer his mom some questionable guidance. "Mom, keep backing up. Keep going. You haven't hit the wall yet!"