Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 795

Detective Chad handed over his phone with a chuckle, "Alright, let my wife do the checking."

Molly didn't take it, crossing her arms instead. "Since you're being so cooperative, I'll let it slide this time. But I still want to know-who did you have dinner with without telling me?"

Chad wrapped an arm around Molly's waist as they walked home. "Just an old friend you don't know. What made you decide to surprise me today?" He had almost skipped dinner at the Cedillo family's house tonight. Molly replied, "You showed up at lunch so unexpectedly, it made me a bit uneasy. I thought I'd check on you this evening."

"Is Henry still staying at the old house?" Chad asked.

Molly nodded. "Yeah, that little chub is always clinging to Mia. If you miss him, we can go see him tomorrow."

"I do miss him," Chad admitted.

At the Cedillo family home, the dearly missed Henry was under strict tutelage by his dad. "Henry, don't be lazy. Stand on your own for a bit; it's time to start learning how to walk."

While sorting out clothes for the family, Mia complained, "He's not even good at crawling yet, and you're already pushing him to walk. Look at his toes curling up like he's afraid of losing a bet."

Henry's eyes followed Mia around, watching as she moved his clothes to the wardrobe. His little mouth pursed as he tried to mumble, "Ah~ ah ma."

Andre hugged his son and joined Mia in the wardrobe. "Dad told me you took Henry out again today?"

"Yeah, your son loves to stroll around. What can I do?" Mia replied.

Every time Mia's arm came within reach, Henry would try to get her to pick him up. Mia gently pushed him toward his father. "Go to your dad. I've been holding you all day and washing your clothes; my hands are killing me." Andre, holding his son in one arm, reached out with his other. "Let me see your hands."

Mia glanced at her hands, and Andre took them, asking, "Where does it hurt?"

Realizing later, Mia pulled her hands back. "It's nothing, just sore from holding him too long. It's much better now."

The culprit of Mia's sore arms, Henry, contentedly munched on his hand.

Andre announced, "He can come to the office with me tomorrow."

"Fine by me," Mia agreed.

His adorable moments directly warmed his parents' hearts.

At bedtime, with Henry lying between them, Mia crawled onto the bed. "Call for mommy. Can you still do it?"

"Ah," Henry responded.

Mia pinched his little round face. "Say it, and mommy will give you a kiss."

"Da bum bum bum," Henry babbled.

Mia, raising her hand, lightly spanked him. "You cheeky little thing."

Andre also gently pinched Henry's cheek. "Say daddy, make your mom jealous."

"Bah bah-"

Mia, kneeling on the bed, pointed at her son threateningly. "Do you want me to take off your diaper and spank you?"

Excited as a fish in water, Henry joyfully moved, grabbing his mom's finger and trying to put it in his mouth.

"Ah mama, mmm ma ah ah," he babbled.

Mia pointed at her son excitedly. "Honey, look, he understands the threat."

Leaning close, Mia kissed her son repeatedly.

Henry laughed happily, almost choking on his saliva from laughter.

Each time Mia kissed him, Henry thrived on the excitement. When Andre tried to kiss him, his little hands unceremoniously pushed him away.

Only the soft lips of his mother kissing his cheeks brought him the greatest happiness. But... who could tell him why, if kissing him was the plan, did his mom have to bite him?

Mia opened her mouth, tempted to see if she could actually bite her son's chubby cheeks, given how adorable he was.

Feeling something was off, Henry's laughter slowly faded. Mia looked up at her dazed son, unsatisfied, and continued to nibble on his cheeks. "Son, you're just too delicious." The next second, the room was filled with loud crying.

Mia quickly tried to soothe him. "I didn't really bite you. Okay, okay, my darling, don't cry. Mommy will kiss you."

After several kisses, Henry cried even harder, his mouth open wide in a silent wail.

Feeling guilty, Mia looked at her husband. "I didn't bite him hard."

Andre replied, "Even if you did, it doesn't matter. He's just naturally dramatic."

The father, trying to comfort his son, propped him up with a pillow, letting him sit there and cry it out slowly.

He patted the empty space next to him. "Mia, come sleep on this side."

Mia pointed at the sobbing son behind her. "He took my pillow."

Andre remarked, "You don't need a pillow to sleep at night."

"That's true," Mia admitted.

Getting up, she crossed in front of Henry to her husband's side, lifting the blanket to get in.

Henry, amidst his tears, saw his parents cuddling and suddenly stopped crying. Seeing no one to comfort him, a wave of sadness hit him, his little mouth pouted even more, and his tiny fists clenched.

Mia whispered, "Honey, it's my fault he's crying. Should I comfort him?"

Andre turned around, looking at his son who turned away. "Stop crying. Just roll over and go to sleep."

Mia, resting on her husband's chest, watched the pathetic little figure being ordered by his father. "Honey, he doesn't understand."

Imitating his mother, Henry also turned to his side, lost his balance, and fell right into his father's chest, his mouth pouting again. "Wu- wu wu."

Andre told his wife, "We can't spoil him too much. From now on, you coddle him, and I'll discipline him. In our house, we need to maintain the image of a kind mother and a strict father."

Henry stopped crying and looked up at his parents.

Mia, lying on her husband's chest like a lazy cat, a leg over his. Her little face scrunched up. "Honey, where do I look like a kind mother? I think I end up disciplining our child, especially when you're not around. How about we switch? You be the kind father, and I'll be the strict mother, okay?"

Andre, lying there with his soft wife in one arm and his chubby son in the other, "I can't be a kind father either; I'm even harsher when it comes to discipline." His nephew was proof of his strictness.

Mia advised her husband, "Being a kind father is easy. Every time you want to get angry, just don't lash out. Keep telling yourself: I need to educate my son, be patient, be gentle. Then you'll be a qualified kind father.

Being a strict mother is different. When he does something wrong, I use the sole of a slipper to spank him. It's tiring and wears out my arm."

Henry, watching his mother's eyes sparkle when she talked about spanking him, blinked.

His bright, innocent eyes were filled with innocence. After recently crying, two tear drops gave his long lashes a distinct, clear appearance, making him incredibly cute.

Listening intently, Henry overheard his parents debating who would discipline him next.

They didn't even consider asking for his opinion on the matter-

Without reaching any conclusion, both parents turned their gaze to Henry. "What are you looking at? Your dad and I are discussing how to raise you right. You're all chubby and cute, just roll over to the side and go to sleep by yourself. You're nearly eight months old now; you can't expect us to coddle you to sleep like when you were a seven-month-old baby."