It was amazing how watching a man get tackled by two small children, while laughing all the while could make your heart flutter. He had crouched low to the ground, his arms spread wide and as soon as his kids noticed him they went running, knocking him off of his feet. You stood there, your hands full of milk, a huge smile on your face, a weird longing sensation in your heart.

You knew what it was, and it scared you more than you wanted to admit. You wanted to be a part of this family. Not just as the babysitter and the girlfriend of Misha. But you would love to have a permanent part in this family, and that frightened you. You had only known them for such a short time, and you were afraid you were letting yourself fall too hard too fast.

Trying not to show how disjointed you were feeling, you made yourself move forward, setting the milk down onto the table, before opening up the pizza boxes. By this time Misha had finally made his way up from the floor, and come to stand behind you.

"Hey." He said, wrapping his arms around, setting his chin on your shoulder. You wanted to lean into his touch, but the part of you that was still freaked out over the fact of falling too fast had you stepping forward, out of his arms. With your back to him, you didn't notice the frown that fell on his face. Instead, you dished out pizza to both West and Maison, who had already sat down at the table, their faces full of glee at the sight of the gooey, cheesy pizza.

"Misha, what do you want?" You asked him, finally turning around to look at him. His intense blue eyes were busy scanning your face, a slight frown still on his face.

"A slice of yours please." He said, taking it from you and sitting down across from his kids. You handed him his plate before sitting down next to him.

"So kiddos, how was it while I was gone?" He asked before taking a huge bite of his pizza.

"We had lots of fun! Y/N played with us, and we went shopping! She even let us sleep in her bed when we were scared." Maison said excitedly.

Misha looked at you, giving you a huge smile. "Of course she did. She's a very sweet person. I'm glad everything went well."

"But we're glad you're back, aren't we?" You asked the kids, and they nodded their heads.

"Yeah, Y/N wanted to do a cooking video with us, but I wanted to wait for you." West said, giving you a pointed look, like he thought you would be in trouble.

"You should have tried it West. I told her I wouldn't mind." Misha said. "But at least this way, maybe we can all do it together tomorrow. Sound good?"

West seemed a little disappointed that Misha hadn't been mad, but you handed him another slice of pizza and everything was once again right in his world.

"So how did the convention go?" You asked him, taking small nibbles of your pizza.

"Like usual. Jared was not very nice." Misha said, amending his words after looking at his kids. "The fans were a lot of fun, gave me a lot of hugs. But I couldn't wait to come back home." He said, giving you a heated glance which caused you to blush.

Still feeling a little unsure about your feelings, you stood up, gathering the plates. "I've got dish duty tonight. Why don't you spend some time with your kids."

He stared at you a moment, his lips pursed in thought, but finally nodded. "What do you guys want to do?" He asked them.

"Can we play outside?" Maison asked, and you saw the three of them rushing outside. You had the perfect vantage point in the kitchen, with the huge bay window that showcased the amazing backyard.

With pizza, there weren't that many dishes to do, and what little there was fit into the dishwasher, leaving you with plenty of time to observe Misha with his kids. Pouring yourself a cup of tea, you stood at the side of the window, smiling as Misha made a fool of himself with his kids. There was an awesome climbing wall that led to a slide, and Misha was having as much fun with it as the kids.

Taking your cup with you, you went outside, deciding it was the perfect time to lounge on the patio for the first time. Misha waved your way as you came out, making as if to come over to you, but Maison grabbed his hand pulling him towards the tire swing. You waved him away, more than content to set by yourself and watch.

Misha, even though he should be tired from his travels, spent a lot of time outside with his kids, running after them, being a kid himself. You were enraptured, and you didn't even notice when the sun started setting.

Before you knew it, Misha was guiding both kids back towards the house, pausing when they were standing right in front of you. "It's time to call it a night for these two. Why don't you stay here, and relax. I'll be out shortly."

You nodded, loving the idea. Both kids gave you a hug goodnight, and soon you were left in the cooling Canadian air. You had the perfect view of the sunset, and you watched it, letting what was left of your tea grow cold as you watched the blue sky turn into shades of purple, pink and orange. If you could paint, you would have loved to try your hand at capturing it. It was gorgeous.

You heard the snap of a camera, and you glanced behind you to see Misha with his phone out. "You just looked so beautiful, and it was such gorgeous scenery behind you. I couldn't resist." He admitted, and you just shook your head at him.

Putting his phone back in his pocket, he grabbed two wine glasses from the table next to him, handing you one before sinking into the seat beside you. Time passed, and the two of you stayed quiet, both lost in the beauty of the moment. But as you shivered from the cooling air, Misha jumped up, rushing inside. Your gaze followed him, smiling when he returned with a blanket. Placing it over your lap, he sat down at the edge of your chair.

"So, is everything okay?" He asked you, running his hand through his hair nervously.

"Yeah, I think so. Why?" You replied, even though you weren't sure if you were okay. You were still reeling after you realized how fast you had fallen for this man.

"I don't know. You just seemed so happy when I came home. But then, when I tried to hug you, you pulled away. And you've been kind of distant ever since. Did I do something wrong?" He asked you, making you a little guilty that you were acting this way.

Taking a big sip of your wine to give you courage, you placed it on the table next to you, before sitting up and taking his hand in yours. "No, you haven't done anything. This is all me, messing with myself." You started.

"What do you mean?" He asked, still confused.

"Don't you think this all moving too fast? We haven't known each other very long, and now I'm living with you." You tried explaining, but you weren't doing a good job.

He was squinting his eyes at you, utterly confused by your words. "Are you saying that this isn't working out? That you don't want to live here? Or that you can't do the relationship and work thing?" He asked, seeming hurt by your conversation.

"It's not that." You said, before growling in annoyance at yourself. "I love living here, and I love your kids. It's perfect. And I love you!" You blurted out, then sat back in shock. You couldn't believe that you had blurted those words out like that. You hadn't meant to say it quite that way.