Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 805

Andre frowned, turning to his wife, "Why's Dad been sipping herbal tea lately?"

Hansen chimed in, "Oh, herbal tea's not just for fixing what's broken; it's about keeping things running smooth. I'm getting on in years, so a bit of herbal tea is my way of staying spry."

Naomi nodded, "Exactly."

Andre wasn't buying it. His father didn't seem like the type to voluntarily down bitter brews.

"Show me the tea bag."

Hansen replied, "What, you still don't trust me? Andre, you're really pushing it."

Mia swiftly intervened, "Honey, Dad's been busting his back helping with our little one. Don’t rile him up. If you’ve got nothing else, better head to work."

Andre was still uneasy, but seeing his elderly father juggling their little bundle of joy, he really felt for him.

So, he let it slide.

"I'll get the heat pad on you before I head to the office."

Before leaving, Andre took his wife to the bathroom, patiently dampening and softening the heat pad, all the while wondering if his father had actually taken any medicine.

Naomi whispered to her dad, "Dad, go change your clothes, or Andre will start grilling you again once he comes out."

Hansen whispered back, "Sweetheart, are you daft? Changing now would be a dead giveaway. Andre's sharp as a tack; he'd figure it out. I’m banking on my confidence to keep him at bay."

Naomi glanced at her father, thinking: There’s not much of a front here.

Finally, amid Mia's playful protests, the old heat pad was peeled off and replaced with a fresh one.

Before heading out, Andre wanted one last cuddle with his son, but Hansen, feeling wrongly accused, turned away, shielding his grandson from view.

Andre called out, "Henry, Daddy's off now."

Henry, used to the routine, waved, "Bye-bye, Daddy~"

Once the "judge" had left, Mia breathed a sigh of relief, as did Hansen.

"Mia, you're quite the strategist."

Mia waved it off modestly, "Oh, it’s nothing. It’s all thanks to Dad’s acting chops."

Hansen grinned, "We make a flawless team."

Mia agreed, "In our future escapades, Dad, you’re my partner."

"No worries, I’ve got your back."

At that moment, they seemed like the best of friends.

Naomi, shaking her head with a smile, picked up her little nephew, "Mia, what did the doctor say about our little one's weight?"

Mia replied, "The doc said he's 'not too heavy, not too light,' and suggested more exercise. Personally, he’s just adorably chubby. It's only Andre who thinks he's too heavy and hurting my arm, hence the slimming down idea."

Seeing other kids starting to crawl, some even walking, Mia felt a bit anxious. So, she began dedicating her home time to helping her son practice crawling.

Henry lay on the tile floor, unmoved, watching his mom work up a sweat without any reaction.

Naomi affectionately dubbed her nephew, "Little Lazybones."

The nickname flowed naturally from her affection.

Exhausted, Mia plopped down on the floor, "Lazy, the lot of you. Let’s see if you can out-lazy your mom."