Sweet Mischief's Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 892

Chad felt a bit uneasy, "You should head back soon."

"It's alright, I'm with someone, so don't worry. I can take care of myself."

After hanging up, the group headed to get their vaccinations. Next up was Henry's "performance."

In the vaccination room, babies were being carried out, crying loudly. Normally, Henry would have been woken up by now, fussing as usual. But this time, he lay in his mom's arms, stubbornly keeping his eyes shut.

Mia tried everything: pinching his cheeks, tickling his feet, swinging him around, even a little tap on his bottom. "Wake up, Henry, stop pretending, okay?"

Henry kept his eyes closed tight.

The nurse was ready with the shot, trying to rouse Henry by shaking him gently. His aunt and sister called his name, but Henry resisted, eyes stubbornly shut.

Anya asked, "Can't the baby get the shot while he's asleep?"

Mia shook her head, "No, he needs to be awake. Don't worry, Henry's just faking it!"

Mothers know their kids best.

Mia realized her little guy was pretending to avoid the shot.

The nurse, still trying to wake him by pinching his cheeks, remarked, "This baby is too clever, won't wake up no matter what."

Mia looked at his chubby cheeks and said to the girl beside her, "Anya, you're quick. Can you run and grab some ice cream for Auntie?"

"Auntie, are you trying to wake him with the cold?"

Molly quickly caught on, "No, she's trying to tempt him awake."

Anya dashed out, returning with a bag of snacks too.

She handed Mia the ice cream, "Here you go, Auntie."

Mia took a bite, "Delicious."

Then she held it to Henry's lips, "Henry, wake up, let's have ice cream together."

Henry's small tongue reached out, tasting the sweet treat. Slowly, he opened his eyes, spotting the ice cream right there. He sat up eagerly on his mom's lap, eyes wide at the unexpected treat.

With eyes wide open and mouth agape, he clutched his mom's wrists, licking the ice cream like a little kitten.

The nurse was amazed at Mia's clever tactic!

Mia, pleased with her little trick, said, "If I can handle your dad, I can definitely handle you, my little chubster."

As Mia wiped his arm with a cool, damp swab, Henry turned his head, curious about what was happening. Then, the needle went in, and suddenly, the ice cream lost its charm as Henry's wails filled the room.

After the shot, he was still crying as they left.

Mia quickly finished the ice cream, leaving a little on the stick to soothe him.

Still sniffling, Henry licked the last bit of ice cream. When he was done, the observation period had ended, and they headed out. Andre called, "Did he get his shot?"

"Your son's quite the actor, pretending to sleep until our turn. He just stopped crying; his eyelashes are still wet."