Stretching your arms over your head, you couldn't believe how well you had slept. This mattress was so much more comfortable than the old, sunken one in your apartment. You had fallen asleep immediately, a smile glued to your face at the thought that you were now living with Misha. It might not be what most people would expect, but you were glad he was letting you have your own room, taking it slow.

As your eyes slowly fluttered open, you noticed a pair of deep brown eyes staring straight at you, startling you. Scooting up in bed, your heart racing, you noticed West and Maison both standing at the edge of your bed.

"Guys, you scared me." You breathed out, your heart slowly returning to normal.

"Sorry." They both said, but they didn't seem sorry. They clambered up onto your bed, Maison settling onto your lap, while West cuddled to your side. "Is it true? Are you going to be our new baby sitter?" He asked.

You nodded. "Yeah, your Dad asked me last night. What do you guys think?" You asked, a little nervous at their answers. Asking kids personal questions was never a good thing, you never knew the answer you would receive. 

"It's awesome!" Maison yelled, bouncing on your lap, reminding you that you needed to use the bathroom.

"I'm glad you guys think so." You told them, ruffling West's hair.

"I'm sorry." You heard Misha say from the door frame, and you glanced up, a little embarrassed to be caught with your hair a mess, still in your pajamas. "I told them to wait until you were awake. But they didn't seem to listen." He said.

"Sorry dad." They answered in unison.

Misha stepped further inside the room. "Why don't the two of you head downstairs, turn on some TV. We will be down soon."

They nodded, excited at the chance to watch TV, rushing out of the room, Maison pushing West out of her way, and you chuckled at their silliness.

"Seriously, I'm sorry if they woke you up. They were just so excited once they heard the news." He explained, staying by the door.

You shook your head, your smile portraying the fact that you weren't upset. "Truly, it's alright. I was waking up anyways. It was just a little startle, that's all."

He nodded. "Good. Why don't you get ready, then come on down. I will make my famous chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast before I have to head out."

Giving him a smile, you waited until he was out of your room before you threw the covers off, climbing out of bed. Slipping into a pair of jeans, with a sweatshirt, you brushed your hair, throwing it into a high bun before bounding down the stairs. Misha was humming to himself in the kitchen, while both kids were entranced with whatever was on the TV. You made your way into the kitchen, Misha giving you a smile as he pulled the container of flour down.

"Coffee's over there." He told you, pointing towards the far counter. Pouring yourself a cup, you took a moment to learn the room. It was a busy room, with a huge butcher's block counter in the middle, where Misha was currently mixing items together in a bowl. Behind him was the oven, bacon currently sizzling away. On the far side was a huge set of windows, and you stared outside of them, loving how big and natural his backyard seemed. It had a nice lawn, and a play area for the kids, but Misha had still managed to leave part of the forest's natural beauty in it, and you loved it.

"It's beautiful isn't it? My favorite place to be." Misha said, and you turned to smile at him.

"I can see why. I love it." You told him, loving how happy your words seemed to make him. Leaning against the counter, you watched him pour the batter onto a skillet on the stove. He handled cooking with ease, the delicious aroma wafting towards you, and you blushed as your stomach growled.

Misha raised his eyebrow at the sound. "Why don't you set the table? Breakfast will be ready shortly. Dishes are in the cupboard to the right of the sink, silverware in the drawer to the left."

Nodding, you did as he asked, finding the items without problem. Placing the plates on the table, you heard the sound of West and Maison rushing towards you. "Is it breakfast yet?" They asked you.

"Almost. Why don't you sit down." You suggested, and they did without complaint. Returning to the kitchen, you asked for glasses to pour milk for the kids. By that time breakfast was ready, and the four of you were sitting down to your first meal in the house. At first breakfast was quiet, but then Misha cleared his throat.

"Well, I have to leave soon, and I know you would like to know some of the rules and information about how this house is run." He started, and you nodded your head in agreement. 

"The first thing you need to know is that these two hooligans are great manipulators. You have to be careful around them." He said, earning whines from both kids.

"It's true. They will try to get you to break every rule in the first five minutes if you let them. That's why I took the time to write down the rules. They are hanging on the fridge." He explained.

"Alright. What else?" You asked.

"You're free to use my car. I have a ride to the airport, so it's free for your use. There's a grocery store about a ten minute walk from here, and I left money in the drawer by the fridge. You're welcome to film videos with the kiddos. Not a lot of sugar, Maison has a weak stomach. Bed's at eight, and they are only allowed two hours of TV a day." You nodded, hoping you would remember everything.

Misha glanced at his watch, before standing up. "My ride will be here soon. I will be back in a couple of days. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to call."

He left you behind with the kids, who were just finishing their breakfast, their faces covered in syrup. "Maybe we should start with baths." You suggested, earning disgusted looks from both kids. "But first, let's tell your Dad bye."

The three of you stood in the foyer, waiting for Misha as he came down the stairs, a suitcase banging on each step behind him. Making his way to the foyer, he placed his suitcase against the wall before crouching down so he was the same height as his kids.

"Listen, I won't be gone very long. I need you to be very good for Y/N. I don't want you scaring her off like you did the last one. West, do you hear me?" Misha demanded, and West nodded.

"I promise Daddy. I love Y/N, I don't want to run her off." He said, and your heart melted at his words.

"Good, I love you two munchkins. Now give me some sticky loving." He said, kissing both of them, moaning dramatically at how messy their faces were. Quickly disappearing, you came back with a damp paper towel, you waited until Misha was standing back up before you stood next to him. He smiled down at you, standing still and you reached up, gently wiping the leftover syrup from his face. His eyes never left yours, and you felt yourself blushing under his gaze.

"Thank you." He said quietly, and you nodded. He pulled you in tightly for a hug. "I'll miss you." He whispered into your hair, and you clung tightly to his coat, wondering how someone you hadn't known very long had gotten under your skin so quickly.

"I'll miss you too. Please be safe." You told him, tilting your head up so you could gaze into his blue eyes. Leaning down, he placed his lips chastely against yours, chuckling against them as his kids groaned at the display of affection.

It was then you heard sound of a horn outside, letting you know Misha's ride was here. "Of course I will be. I can't wait to come back to you here, in my house." He said, his eyes darkening as kissed you once more. Grabbing his suitcase, he ruffled his children's hair before shutting the door behind him.