Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 571

"Are CEOs not human? Do CEOs have to be so busy that they miss every single checkup for their wife and kid? Am I a useless assistant who never works at the office because I'm too busy handling home stuff? And nannies can't do everything, right?"

"Why can't you be like other CEOs?" Mia teased, her voice dripping with the sweetness of domestic bliss. Her eyes sparkled with love as she gazed at Andre.

Andre knew exactly what Mia wanted to hear. "Because I love you, and I love him too."

Right there in the parking lot, Mia wrapped her arms around Andre's waist. "Honey, I love you, and I love our little guy too."

Their son squirmed in Andre's arms, making baby noises, eager to join the conversation.

Andre wasn't one to say "I love you" often; he showed it through little everyday actions.

On the rare occasions he did say it, the big boss man was a bit bashful.

Luckily, only his wife and child knew his tender side.

Andre drove off, and behind them, another car slowly rolled down its window. The occupants watched the happy family in the parking lot, a camera zooming in on the tender scene.

As the holiday season approached, everyone was bustling about, buying new clothes, and decking their homes with festive cheer. Mia and Andre planned to head back to Maplewood Estates. "Dad, we're heading out. We haven't even started decorating our place," Mia said, slipping on her boots and calling to Hansen in the living room.

"Where do you think you're going? This is your home; no need for you to decorate."

Sure, Mia could be a handful at times, but the thought of her leaving had Hansen feeling oddly reluctant.

Naomi chimed in, not wanting her daughter-in-law to leave either. "Mia, people head back to their family homes for the holidays. You and Andre all alone in Maplewood Estates? That's no way to spend the season."

Mia retorted, "But we've got our son. He's a one-man party machine."

The little guy, full and sleepy from his feeding, lay content in his father's arms, too delicate to be jostled.

Andre's shirts had been the victim of baby spit-up more times than he could count. Now, he walked on eggshells whenever his son had a full belly.

Hansen blocked the door. "Relying on a babbling baby for holiday cheer? I usually let you young ones be, but for the holidays, you need to be home."

Unable to leave, Mia tried another angle. "Dad, we've still got to tidy up our room, right?"

"Go ahead and tidy, but the baby stays," Hansen declared, effectively taking their son hostage to ensure their return.

And so, Henry was spirited away by his grandfather.

As luck would have it, the baby had just been fed, and Hansen's attempt to snatch him resulted in a fresh stain of milky spit-up on his sweater.

"He's just been fed?" Hansen glared at his grandson, then at the couple.

Mia couldn't help but laugh. "What else did you expect? You think you got him from my husband because you're stronger?" It was clear Andre had strategically passed the spit-up baton to his dad.

Hansen glanced at his ungrateful son Andre, then handed the baby back, "Go on then, Andre's had enough."

Andre took his son back, gently caressing the little face and hugging him close.

In the end, Mia and her family stayed at the old house for the holidays.

It wasn't because Hansen had warmed up to Andre, but rather because they were all wrapped up in Henry's charm.

When it was hinted that the trio might leave, Naomi, Bruce, and Molly all protested, wanting to keep the child close. "Wherever my little nephew spends the holidays, that's where I'll be," Molly declared.