Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 878

Anya pouted, her charm radiating through the video call, “Chad, pretty please? Just play a game with Grandpa this one time.”

Leo, slowly succumbing to his girlfriend's coaxing, sighed, “Alright, I promise. Tomorrow, I'll bring our little munchkin to the office to pick me up after work. It's been ages since I last saw him.”

The thought of their adorable baby made Anya suddenly exclaim, “Oh no! Chad, I got home today and only got scolded. I didn’t even get to hold our baby! I miss him so much, I didn’t even get to give him a kiss today.”

Leo, who was in the middle of drying his hair, paused and chided, “What’s all this kissing about? What’s there to kiss on that chubby little guy? It’s not proper. If you’re looking to kiss someone, you can come kiss me tomorrow!”

Anya shot back, “You’re being so unreasonable and bossy.”

“If you complain one more time, you can play games with the old man yourself.”

Anya, a bit miffed, pursed her lips and said, “Fine, I’m not playing with you anymore.”

With that, she ended the call.

Leo, staring at the blank screen, chuckled, “Wow, someone’s got quite the temper.”

As he moved to clean the bathroom, he joked to himself, “What’s so special about that little chubster? All he’s got is extra flesh and endless tears. Seems like Ms. Anya’s taste has taken a nosedive.”

After tidying up and drying his hair, he texted his girlfriend a “Goodnight” and turned in for the night.

Anya lay in bed, determined: Tomorrow, I will definitely hold the baby!

Meanwhile, the baby in question was happily standing on his grandpa’s pillow, gripping the wooden headboard with his tiny feet pressing into the pillow.

Hansen watched his joyful grandson, yawning from fatigue, “Henry.”

Henry, recognizing his name, looked at his grandpa with his adorable little milk teeth on display, smiling. Hansen said, “Let’s strike a deal, little buddy, let’s hit the hay. Your mom left me, an old man, all alone today, and your dad worked me to the bone tonight. Could you please give your grandpa a break? Remember, I’m an old man now. Respect your elders.”

“Mm-hmm~” Henry responded cheerfully.

Hansen sighed, cuddling his little meatball of a grandson into bed, patting his little bottom, “Let grandpa tell you stories about your dad when he was your age. Just like you, he loved sleeping with grandpa. At night, it was always grandpa in the middle, with your dad and grandma on either side. You’re not as clever as your dad was at your age—he could walk a bit by then. But you’re a hundred times cuter than Andre was, probably because you’re chunkier…”

Hansen talked on, unaware of the time passing.

Henry, who was kept from oversleeping during the day by his dad and woken up whenever he tried, now yawned, his little mouth forming a perfect circle. Feeling sleepy, he turned his chubby body, clutching his grandpa’s shirt, and slowly closed his eyes.

He could still hear his dad’s name, knowing “Andre” and “warmth” meant his parents. Comforted, he drifted off, his breathing gradually becoming even.

Hansen, too tired to remember to turn off the light, soon started snoring.

Meanwhile, Mia was regretting her impulsive decisions, feeling like her insides were turning blue.

Her back and legs felt like they weren’t hers anymore, her life resting in her husband’s hands.

Andre watched his flushed-faced little wife, exhausted, sweat beading at her temples, unable to utter a word.

Andre, catching his breath, tempted her, “How about we head back to Maplewood Estates? Molly’s at home, Anya’s back, and Dad doesn’t need us. Shall we go back to our place?”

Mia, clinging to her last shred of rationality, shook her head vehemently, her attempt at stubbornness appearing more like madness to the man hovering over her, her hair falling across her face, each strand alluring and captivating him.

Andre swallowed hard, stopping his movements, gently brushing away the hair stuck to his wife’s face.

“School’s starting soon for you, just a few more days left. Could you give those nights to me?”

Mia shook her head again, and this time Andre cupped her face in his hands, “Let’s leave Henry here, no more dragging him along.”

Her voice came out soft and almost inaudible, “Not going back.”

Andre, assertive, said, “What if I insist we have to go back?”

“Then I’ll go out every day causing trouble for you, keeping you busy~ Ah, husband, ow, I’m sorry.”

Eventually, under the moonlit sky;

All was silent, save for the occasional chirp of crickets in the grass;