Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 762

As the plane leveled out, Mia stood up and apologized to the other first-class passengers, "I'm really sorry, everyone. My kid is super young and this is his first flight, so he was scared. Sorry for any trouble he caused." After she spoke, she handed out little apology gifts she had prepared beforehand, having the flight attendant distribute them to everyone.

"Mrs. Cedillo, most kids are like this on their first flight. We totally understand," someone from the back said.

Mia was taken aback, "You know me?"

"Not personally, but I do know Andre. Who else would be with him but Mrs. Cedillo?"

Andre chuckled, dropping his CEO facade for a moment, and greeted the stranger next to him.

"Wow, it really is Andre! We didn't dare to acknowledge him at first, in case we were wrong. Hello, Andre," another passenger said. Usually reserved, Andre responded to each greeting.

As the plane steadied and with the comfort of his father's arms, Henry gradually stopped crying.

"Andre, can we see Henry? Everyone online says he's super cute, and we've never seen him in person."

Andre looked down at his son, whose eyelashes were still wet with tears, and smiled, "Yeah, he's our little crybaby."

Mia stood up with her son, giving everyone a quick look at their little bundle, "Our kid is adorable, but boy, does he cry."

She then interacted with her son, "Isn't mommy right, sweetie?"

Henry's little mouth quivered, and tears were about to fall again, so Mia quickly handed him back to Andre. "He's clingy with his dad right now."

Shortly after, the flight attendant approached, addressing Andre directly since he was by the aisle, "Mr. Cedillo, Mrs. Cedillo, can I get you anything?"

Henry clung tightly to his dad's hand as Andre bent down to pick up the pacifier Henry had dropped and asked for a cup of hot water. Soon, the hot water arrived. To keep Henry from reaching for the hot cup, Andre handed him to Mia while he sterilized the pacifier. Mia pinched her son's chubby cheeks, "Here's your pacifier back."

"Mmm-oh!"

Feeling the cabin getting cooler, Mia opened a package and wrapped Henry in a light blanket, "Sleepy?"

Andre handed her another blanket, "You should cover up and take a nap too."

The brown blanket wrapped around Henry made him look like a tiny, adorable cocoon, reminding Mia of when he was just two months old. "Honey, I'm not tired."

Henry had napped in his uncle's arms all afternoon, so he wasn't sleepy either.

Mia turned him around and opened the window shade, letting him look at the clouds outside, "Little explorer, take a good look at the world." Henry was mesmerized by the clouds.

After a while, Andre got up to make a bottle of formula using the hot water, skillfully preparing it for Henry.

The passengers behind them were amazed, not expecting Andre to handle it himself and so proficiently.

"Henry, time for your formula," Andre said, sitting down and handing the bottle to his son.

Half-reclining in Mia's arms, Henry drank the formula, gazing out the small window at the sky.

When he was calm, the world seemed as soft as the clouds.

After finishing his formula, Andre got up again to clean the bottle, his efficient movements surprising everyone, "Andre, do you often make formula for Henry at home?"

Andre replied, "My wife does it more often, but I take care of him when I'm not busy."

Mia laughed, "That's not true; whenever he's home, he helps with the baby."

As the sky darkened and there was nothing left to see outside, Henry was still intent on looking out the window.

Mia suggested, "Honey, you've had a long day. Take a nap, and I'll play with our son; it'll be a while before he sleeps."

Andre didn't argue, knowing that at this time at home, his wife and child would usually be most active. Now, sitting by the aisle, he could still sense their movements, "Call me if you need to go to the restroom." "Okay."

Andre reclined his seat to lie down comfortably.

Henry, curious about why his dad's seat could recline and theirs couldn't, watched as Andre gestured, "Want to come to dad?"

Henry, momentarily tempted, was reassured by Mia, "Envious your dad can lie down? We can too."

She manipulated the controls of her seat, showing Henry how it worked; the seat slowly reclined with her assistance.

Henry was fascinated, and soon, Mia's seat returned to its upright position.

His large eyes filled with wonder.

Mia laughed, "Silly boy, you didn't know, did you?"

Covering her husband with a blanket, she did so quietly and gently.

Andre, feeling the movement, opened his eyes, "Mia, you keep it."

"It's fine; you sleep well. One blanket is enough for me and our little radish head," she replied.

And so, without quite understanding how, Henry acquired a new nickname: little radish head, a term of endearment that came spontaneously from his family's love.

By eleven o'clock, after yawning through the window gazing, Henry lay in Mia's arms and fell asleep with a few gentle pats on his back.

Mia also lay down, pulling the blanket over them, and drifted into a light sleep amidst the quiet cabin.

If Henry stirred slightly, she immediately woke to pat him gently, soothing him back to sleep.

Remembering his wife and child, Andre woke around two in the morning.

Turning to see, Henry's chubby face was adorably wrapped in the blanket, both mother and child asleep.

Andre got up, gently uncovering them to check if Henry's diaper needed changing. Despite his light movements, he woke Mia, who thought someone was trying to take her child and suddenly woke up. "Honey-"

"I didn't mean to wake you," Andre whispered, tenderly stroking his wife's hair, "Go back to sleep; I've got the baby."

Mia shook her head, noticing her husband's movements, "I've already checked, the diaper doesn't need changing."

Andre felt sorry for his wife's slender arms, holding their son for so long, worried they might get sore. As he moved to take over, the little bundle of laziness in mommy's embrace closed his eyes, started pouting, and began to whimper. Everyone else was asleep, Mia reached out to intervene, "Honey, it's okay, don't let him cry. Our son is hard to soothe as it is, let him sleep in my arms."

Henry clung to mommy's embrace, continuing to sleep peacefully.

Yet, Andre's heart ached for his wife.