Resting your head against Misha's shoulder, you watched as  each turn brought you closer to home. While the convention had been a blast, with so many exciting things happening, you couldn't wait to be back home, and see the kids that were quickly becoming an important part of your life.

Glancing down at the ring on your finger, you couldn't help the huge smile that grew on your face. Misha must have felt it, for he reached down and intertwined his fingers in yours. 

"How are we going to tell them?" You asked him, still staring down at your ring. You couldn't wait to let West and Maison know, but you wanted it to be as special for them as it had been for you. You were going to become their new mother, and you wanted the start of it to be something special, something for all of you to remember.

"We could just blurt it out when we get home." Misha suggested, but you shook your head. 

"No, I want it to be special. It's a big moment in their lives too, and I want them to have something to remember it with. Maybe a special trip to a restaurant, or something." You suggested.

"They love eating at Zefferelli's. We could take them there for dinner tonight, tell them then." He suggested.

"Perfect. I've never eaten there." You admitted, just as he pulled into the driveway. The kids were already waiting outside, Mrs. Nelson standing off to the side. Stepping out of the car, both kids raced over, jumping into your arms.

"Finally!" West exclaimed. "We missed you so much!"

"Missed you." Maison agreed, before they let go of you and raced over to their Dad. You laughed as he tried to juggle the luggage while holding onto each kid. Feeling sorry for him, you grabbed the suitcases from him, before turning to thank Mrs. Nelson.

"Oh, it was no problem, dearie. They were very nice, and listened well to me. You have some great kids there." She said, before leaving back to her house.

You opened the door, and set the suitcases down just as Misha came stumbling in through the door, a kid balancing on each arm. 

"Alright guys, you're going to knock him over." You told them, and they climbed down. 

"How about we all get cleaned up, and relaxed a little, then we can go out for dinner?" Misha suggested, exciting both kids. 

"Yeah!" West exclaimed, before rushing up to his room, Maison following after him. Both you and Misha watched them, grateful to be back. 

"Do you think they will be happy?" You asked, always worrying a little. You knew they had started to accept you as part of their little family, but this was a little different.

"They will be ecstatic." Misha said, pulling you into his embrace. "They already think of you as their Mom, this will just finalize it." He said, before leaning down to kiss you.

The next couple of hours flew by. You had gone up to your room, relaxing under the warm spray of the shower, wondering how long you would keep this room before moving into Misha's. You loved sleeping in the same bed as him, falling asleep cuddled against his chest, or with him spooning you from behind. It didn't feel right not sharing a bed with him. 

After your shower, Maison talked you into partaking in a little tea party. Sitting in her room, you enjoyed the time spent with the younger girl, really getting to know her. She was so sweet and kind, but with a stubborn side to her, one you didn't usually get to see because she was often in the shadow of West, who was more outgoing.

A knock on the door stopped you from accepting another glass of fake tea. Misha poked his head in. "You girls ready for our date?" He asked, and Maison dropped the cup, running over to him. 

"Yep. Let's go Daddy." She exclaimed, and you followed behind. 

West was already waiting by the door, and you smiled down at him. "Looks like Maison took my date. Would you be mine?" You asked him, and he nodded, seeming pleased at the thought.

After buckling them into the car, Misha made the quick trip to the upscale Italian restaurant. Maison jumped into her Dad's arms, and you followed behind, holding West's hand. Ducking down, you whispered into his ear. "I've never been here before. You'll have to help me order."

His chest puffed up at your words, and he nodded his head. Your table was ready by the time you entered, and you found yourself sitting down at a nice table overlooking the bay. Misha ordered wine for both you and him, while you looked at the menu with West.

"What do you think?" You asked him.

"Not the spaghetti. Your dress is too pretty and it's too messy. I say the lasagna." He told you, and you smiled at how grown up he was acting. 

"Lasagna it is." You announced to the waiter. After your orders were placed, you looked Misha's way, silently asking him if this was a good time. He nodded, before reaching out and taking your hand.

"So, West and Maison. While we were gone, I asked Y/N a very important question and she said yes."

"What was it Daddy?" Maison asked, before shoving half of a breadstick in her mouth.

"I asked Y/N if she wanted to marry me, to become your Mom, and she said yes." He told them.

You looked at both kids, waiting for their reaction with baited breath. Maison just nodded, munching away on her breadstick. But West looked at you, the wheels turning in his head.

"You're going to be our Mom? For real?" He asked you.

You nodded. "I hope that's okay with you."

He got up out of his chair, and came closer to you, before wrapping his little arms around your waist. "You're already my Mom, so yeah it's fine."

You hugged him back, feeling tears gather in your eyes at how welcoming these kids were, how they had taken you in as one of them. "Thanks West. I love you. And you too Maison." You said, brushing back a tear that had escaped.

"Hey, what about me?" Misha asked, acting all put out too.

"Oh, I love you too." You answered, leaning in and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.