Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance
Chapter 859

Andre glanced at his son, the little troublemaker, and sighed, "Why bother with the little rascal?"

"If I didn't care about him, why even have him?" Mia replied with a smile.

Henry chimed in with a playful, "Moo, moomoo~"

"Son, you're born in the Year of the Tiger, not the Ox. Can you not steal the Ox's thunder with their signature sound?" Mia teased.

Henry was puzzled, "What does mom mean?"

Andre continued, "I really think pursuing a master's degree is the way to go. Don't rush into work. Students are the most energetic and have the liveliest minds. Plus, the social circles in academia are simpler. I'd rather you not dive into the real world too soon."

Mia nodded, "Cooper also thinks I should keep studying. He says I'm too impulsive for the real world and that school is perfect for grounding me."

Seeing Mia's hesitation, Andre asked, "What's your gut feeling? Forget our family issues or what Molly and Leo think... What did you want before we got married?"

Caught off guard, Mia blurted out, "Back then, I just wanted to get, um, the Golden Ticket."

Andre chuckled, "Let's move on from that."

Realizing her little slip, Mia said, "Alright, let's go with the master's degree."

Navigating the winding mountain roads, Andre couldn't catch the mischievous glint in Mia's eyes.

Henry, however, noticed but kept mum. He knew many of his mom's secrets but didn't know how to spill them.

On the way down the mountain, Hansen made several calls. As they neared a bridge, they spotted people rafting below. Mia and Henry, faces pressed against the window, watched with envy. Andre asked, "Want to try it? We can go later."

Mia sighed, "I've only seen snow this summer, haven't had any fun with water yet."

Andre grinned and took a detour, "Dad, hang tight. I'm taking Mia for some rafting."

Hansen joked, "Wait for me! I want to go too!"

Andre, thinking his dad was kidding, drove to a nearby rafting spot. While parking, Mia, with their son in a cute duck hat and a sunshade, had already gone to inquire at the ticket booth. Andre joined them, sunglasses off, and asked, "Can my little guy join the rafting?"

The staff shook their head, "Kids under 1.2 meters can't participate. Our rafting is pretty intense, and for such a little one, it's a no-go. We can't risk it."

Andre looked at his son, still very much a baby.

Mia, a bit disappointed, said, "Honey, let's go. We can't just leave our son and have fun."

Andre then asked, "What about older folks?"

The staff replied, "Not recommended for anyone over 60. We've got four thrilling sections, steep slopes, and water up to 30 meters deep. Not ideal for anyone in poor health." Andre thanked them, holding his son in one arm and Mia's hand in the other as they headed back to the car, "Don't worry, we'll replace a way this afternoon."

Mia pouted, "Even if we come early, we can't just leave our little one."

Indeed, their son had become a little anchor.

Andre laughed, "Don't worry, we've got someone to watch him."

After all, his dad wouldn't be rafting either!

Andre had always been a role model of "filial piety" for his son.

Mia quickly caught on and excitedly hugged and kissed Andre.

By the time they arrived, it was nearly noon.

Hansen, seeing his son, was bursting with pride. He held his grandson tightly, showering him with kisses until Henry, flustered, reached out for the watermelon Grandpa was offering.

"Whoa, Henry can swim!" Grandma Aubree and Grandpa Elmer exclaimed in surprise.

Henry's swimming skills amazed everyone.

Hansen beamed, "Of course, my grandson isn't just about eating and crying. He's got plenty of skills; he even knows how to tattle."

Mia, watching her son splash around, laughed, "When he was six months old, Andre taught him to swim in our pool. Whenever we could, I'd let him splash around. When he got tired, I'd put a float on him. Sometimes, during baths, Andre would let him paddle in the tub. Our son can swim, but he rarely gets to show off."

Amidst the natural beauty, Mia encouraged her son's playful nature.

Hansen, crouched by the river, offered Henry a slice of watermelon, "Want a peach too? Grandpa will peel one for you."

With that, Hansen started peeling a peach.

As the sun bore down and playtime in the water seemed enough, Mia lifted Henry out, handing him to Andre who dried him off with a towel before scooping him up.

"Dad, are your bags packed? Need any help?" Mia asked.