Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 636

Andre lay in bed, eyes closed, letting out a chuckle at his wife's sleepy chatter. In the quiet room, his deep laugh stood out. Opening his eyes, he turned to look at Mia, who was using his arm as a pillow. Her eyes were shut, but her lips were still moving as if she had more to say. "It's 'honey,' not 'old man,"" Andre teased, affectionately flicking Mia's nose. "Honestly, your sleep talk sounds just like our son's baby babble."

Lost in a sea of love, Mia was blissfully unaware, continuing to sleep soundly, surrounded by all things beautiful.

Maybe it was the familiar, comforting scent of the room that made Andre relax. Soon, he too felt the pull of sleep, his thoughts drifting away as he joined Mia in dreamland.

The family of three, snugly together, with their little one tucked in a corner under a cozy blanket, sleeping soundly.

Andre was awakened by his son's nibbling.

Stirring, the little guy mumbled a few sounds and then found himself in his mother's arms. Not yet settled, he shifted to his father's chest, his tiny mouth leaving a trail of drool on Andre's chin. "Mia!"

Mia ran off, leaving the father and son to their bonding.

"Babble, babble, mmm," the little one started his chatter again.

Andre, the ever-doting father, wiped his son's face and the dribble away, not minding the drool in the slightest. "Mmm, ahh."

Returning, Andre enjoyed how much his son loved being with him, content in his arms.

Watching their adorable, cuddly son, Mia had a sudden idea, "Honey, let's get a punching bag for the house. Maybe a little stimulation will get him to say 'daddy' sooner."

Andre didn't agree. He wanted to teach his son the virtues from books, not violence.

Later that afternoon, Andre's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and left for the study.

Anya was sitting in the living room, finishing her homework due next week. The sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the Havenbrook University header on her paper. The coffee table was scattered with pens, half in shadow, half in light-a scene so natural it seemed like the work of an artist.

The sun's rays highlighted Anya's side profile, her hair shimmering a faint brown. The spring breeze wafted through the window, playing with her hair as she tucked it behind her ear and continued her work.

Oblivious to the couple on the sofa watching her, Anya was like a painting filled with the serene beauty of spring.

Mia didn't want to disturb Anya's concentration, simply thinking to herself: "Spring is wonderful, and so is she."

Leo, lying on the sofa with his phone, watched Anya for a full three minutes, his mobile game forgotten. In silence, he opened his camera app...

Amidst the babbling and occasional cries from the baby, the household was lively with curiosity and learning.

Back at the game, Leo's friends were already berating him for his lack of focus, nearly reporting him. Luckily, he managed to dive back in time to turn the game around.

As the sun shifted, the shadows on the table shifted too. Anya, stumped by a question, looked up at Chad, hesitating to disturb his gaming.

"Speak up," Leo said without looking up from his game.

Anya was taken aback but complied, "I can't figure out the debits and credits in this accounting problem."

Leo, multitasking between the game and Anya's question, listened intently, "Read it to me."

With the baby showing a sudden interest in Anya's homework, the family scene was one of mixed curiosity and learning.

After Anya read the question, Leo quickly wrapped up his game to help her understand the concept of debits and credits.

Mia captured this moment, sending it to Molly with a sigh, "Ah, to be young."

Looking down at her son, she mused, "Too bad, those days are gone for me."

It took Molly a while to reply, "Mia, I'm done for."

In the Byrne family living room, Molly lay on her mother's yoga mat, struggling with sit-ups under Chad's watchful eye. The elders, including grandparents, looked on with a mix of amusement and disappointment. Grandma Aubree couldn't resist adding, "In those twenty minutes, Molly, you've spoken more words than sit-ups you've done."

Molly, claiming a stomach ache, tried to wiggle out of the exercise.

Chad, incredulous at her lack of fitness, questioned, "How do you even pass your physical tests each term?"

"It's all thanks to Mia dragging me along," Molly confessed.

Her mother, Coleen, knowing her daughter all too well, commented, "She'll never manage a hundred sit-ups in her lifetime." Molly didn't deny it, knowing her mother was right.

Chad, not truly wishing to punish her but dismayed by her physical state, teased her about her efforts. Suddenly, Molly had an idea, "Chad, we're in this together, right? Share the burden of my sit-ups."

Officer Chad, trying to keep his cool, agreed, "Fine, you do fifty, and I'll do fifty."

Molly, always looking for a loophole, suggested they just cover for each other instead.

Chad, barely holding back his frustration, insisted, "I'll do fifty, and so will you."

Molly's playful negotiation highlighted the everyday challenges and joys of their young marriage.

Molly was trying her best to sweet-talk Chad into picking her up. The deal she struck was a place in his bedroom.

"If you can't hit fifty sit-ups today, I'm driving you straight back to the Cedillo's. And whether you move into the bedroom or not isn't up to you!"

Molly lay there, motionless, until Chad gave her a smack on the hip, "Keep going."

"Ouch," Molly winced, rubbing the spot with a mix of embarrassment and pain. She hugged her head, her face turning beet red as she struggled to her feet. Chad was unimpressed, "That's eight."

Molly's back was killing her, and in a moment of desperation, she offered, "Chad, how about I give you a kiss instead of ten sit-ups?"