Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 752

"Are you guys picking out clothes for Henry?" the sales associate asked.

The four men nodded. "Yes, he's our son."

The sales associate's eyebrows shot up. Men? Four of them? A son?

Could it be two gay couples who adopted Henry and are now raising him together? Who's the mom? Who's the dad?

A story began to take shape in the sales associate's mind.

"Let's pick a size for my son, and we'll try it on."

"Sir, it's not convenient for children to try on clothes here. Do you know what size he usually wears?"

The men exchanged puzzled looks. "Why can't we try them on? Are you afraid we'll try and not buy? Just pick a size, and we'll buy it after trying."

The sales associate replied, "Actually, if you could just tell me the size, we can get the clothes for you."

Teddy shrugged. "We don't know the size."

Oh, looks like a recent adoption, thought the sales associate, noting Henry's nice clothes. "I can check the size now."

So, under the "torture" of his four godfathers, Henry's clothes were removed, revealing his chubby little body, and he burst into tears.

His crying drew attention from nearby customers. The four big men cuddled, coaxed, and entertained him, almost losing their minds.

If it had been anyone else being so stubborn, not listening to sweet talk, the four of them would have turned hostile and dealt with that person already. But today, they were holding their "son" in their arms!

Not long after, when it was time to change clothes, another ordeal began. The four of them cuddled, coaxed, and doted on him, eventually getting help from the sales associate to dress Henry in his new clothes.

Having gone through the experience once, the men firmly decided not to let Henry try on clothes anymore.

In the toy store, whatever Henry took a liking to, "Buy!"

Whatever his little hand touched, "Buy!"

Seeing other kids driving toy cars, Teddy pointed at a toy car. "Pack it up."

Whatever his little arms wrapped around, the sales associate was quick to pick up, ensuring Henry's shopping spree filled the car's trunk to the brim. Everything was eventually shipped to Maplewood Estates.

Leaving the fifth baby store, all four men were exhausted.

Henry was still nestled in their arms, grinning and humming.

Teddy wiped away Henry's tears with his hand. Mars immediately pulled out a tissue. "Don't use your hand, it's full of germs. Use a tissue to wipe our son's tears."

Conner opened a pack of wet wipes. "Tissue will still rub our son's skin raw. We need to use wet wipes."

Asher interjected, "Didn't his mom say wet wipes are for wiping his bottom? How can we use them for his tears?"

Teddy questioned, "Did she say that?"

Mars reminisced, "I think she did?"

Conner also vaguely nodded. "Seems like she mentioned it."

Teddy later called Andre. "What should we use to wipe our son's tears?"

Andre: "..."

After listening to the four men's heated debate, Andre suggested, "Why don't you guys just chop off your hands?"

In the fully air-conditioned mall, one Henry and four men were sweating profusely.

At the children's playground, where other kids were playing on slides, the four men holding Henry were told, "Gentlemen, the child is too young. He's not suitable for slides and trampolines."

Mars wanted to argue. "Our son is small. Why can't he play? Can't we four dads just watch him?"

The ticket seller, at a loss for words at the sight of the four men, didn't respond.

Without further ado, the habitually assertive Conner directly asked, "Call your manager out. Ask where we can buy this equipment. If our son can't play here, we'll buy them for our home."