Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel 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."