Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mia said, "I've filled up the thermos with hot water for our son, packed his diapers, his sippy cup, and the face wipes..."

She went on, listing everything they needed for their little one. Andre had already called the housekeeper, then he walked over and gently took their son from Mia's arms. "Let me hold him, you take a breather." "I'm not tired," she replied.

Henry only found comfort in his mom's arms when he wasn't feeling well. Mia kept checking his temperature every few minutes, pressing her forehead against his to see if the fever had broken. The housekeeper arrived in the middle of the night. "Sir, here are the things the lady requested. How's the young master doing?"

"The fever's still hanging on," Andre replied.

The housekeeper stayed around to lend a hand wherever needed. Andre prepared a cup of warm water for Henry, which Mia used to gently hydrate him.

They got a hospital room sorted out, and after sending the housekeeper home, the little family settled in. By three in the morning, after a long night, Henry finally sweated out his fever and drifted off to sleep.

Mia looked at his pale little face, her heart aching as she stroked his cheek. "Usually, our sweetie pie is all rosy and full of energy. Seeing him like this, looking so worn out, even his chubby cheeks seem frail."

His soft cries tugged at their hearts. Seeing his temperature finally drop, Andre suggested, "Mia, why don't you get some rest on the bed? We'll keep an eye on him for a few more hours, and if he's alright, we'll head home at dawn." "The bed's too small, honey. Why don't you hold him and sleep there, and I'll take the couch? I'm short enough to fit," Mia insisted.

Before she could finish, Andre cut in, "There's no way I'm letting you sleep on the couch. Please, lie down on the bed; I'll feel better resting on the couch."

Andre shrugged off his jacket and

lay on the couch, draping it over himself crossing his arms, and closing his eyes. It was then that Mia noticed he'd rushed out wearing shoes but no socks.

Not long after, Mia quietly draped her own coat over him, wrapping it around his feet. "We need the blanket, so I've put our son's little fleece blanket over you too. Don't argue, even if you're tough as nails, you're still human, and I don't want you getting sick."

After covering her husband, Mia returned to the bedside to care for Henry. In the bed, Henry stirred restlessly until Mia's hug reassured him, feeling her nearby, which calmed him.

By nine the next morning, Henry's cries could be heard from outside the room. He was fidgeting, trying to rub off the fever patch on his forehead.

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Mia's worried voice filled the room, "His fever came down last night, but it spiked again by dawn. The fever patch isn't doing much, and it's back up to 101.5°F."

Andre was on the phone in the hallway, rescheduling meetings, "I won't be in the office today. Henry's not feeling well, and we're at the hospital."noveldrama

When Andre came back into the room, Mia was cradling their little one. "Honey, the doctor says Henry needs a blood test today."

Andre pocketed his phone, scooped up his son with one arm, and wrapped him in last night's fleece blanket, "Let's go, my little man. You're brave, no need to fear a tiny blood test." Henry, worn out from crying, nestled against his dad's shoulder, his cheeks pressed to Andre's neck, and Andre hugged him tighter.

At the blood draw station, Henry's cries were heartbreaking. Already pale and coughing from the fever, his little face turned beet red from crying so hard. At times, his sadness left him crying without a sound, which scared Mia to no end.