Shivering, you pulled the blanket up to your chin, trying to figure out why you were so cold. Usually you were kicking off the covers, being kept warm by the personal heater you called Misha. But you didn't feel his arms wrapped around you. Rolling over, you felt the empty side of his bed, the sheets cold to your touch. Wherever he was, he had been gone for a while.

Yawning, you grabbed Misha's robe from the chair next to the bed, slipping it over your shoulders before making your way downstairs. You had skipped checking the bathroom, as the light had been off. The first floor of the house was darkened, except for the sliver of light shining out from underneath the door to Misha's study. Glancing at clock on the microwave in the kitchen, you weren't surprised to see that it read 1:15 A.M. 

Softly pushing the door open, you stood there in the doorway, your arms crossed as you stared at Misha. He was bent over his desk, his hair standing on end as he ran his hands through it. You heard him mumbling, but you were too far away to make out the words. "Misha." You finally spoke, your voice quiet but still loud enough to startle him.

He almost fell out of his chair, turning to face you, dark circles beginning to form under his eyes. His chin was covered in thick stubble, and a cup of coffee gone cold sat near his elbow, long forgotten. "Y/N, I'm sorry if I woke you."

He had scooted his chair back, and you moved forward, settling yourself down on his lap, wrapping your arms around his waist, tucking your head against his chest. "You didn't wake me, not really. It was the lack of you, and the lack of your heat that woke me. I woke up cold, and alone." You pouted.

"I'm sorry. It's just, Gishwhes starts tomorrow, and I want to make sure the list is perfect." He apologized, and you tilted your head so you could see the pile of paper spread out on the desk in front of you.

"Gishwhes, I've heard of it. But I've never done it." You said, grabbing the top sheet, glancing at the top couple of items. Your eyes widened the more you read. "Seriously? You want to have elderly people mud wrestle? And you want them to make a petition to save the unicorns?"

He shrugged, seeming a little sheepish at your questions. "Well, yeah. And those aren't the worst of it. But you see, the mud wrestling could be fun, and it would make them feel like kids again. And making a petition to save the unicorns? Putting people out of their comfort zone. I know the items are crazy, but they need to be to make this work."

You nodded, setting the paper back down before leaning back against him. "You know it's going to be perfect. And if not, you can just update the list as it goes. The people will have fun, no matter what. It's not worth losing sleep over."

"I know. But it seems like I was just running behind this year. I just needed to double check. I was getting ready to come back up. Can't have you staying cold for long." He teased, before standing up with you in his arms.

"Misha!" You squealed, tightening your grasp around his neck as he took the stairs. You weren't surprised he could do it, he was stronger than a lot of people thought. But you didn't want him to hurt himself. "Misha, put me down!"

He shook his head, and made his way to your bedroom, before tossing you onto the bed. Slipping the robe off, you slid under the sheets once again, letting Misha pull you tight against his chest. You sighed contentedly, closing your eyes. "Y/N?" Misha asked quietly, and you hummed in response. 

"I was hoping maybe you could help with Gishwhes this year. We always do an event to try to break a world record, and I was wanting you to be there with me." He said, but you were too sleepy. You might have nodded, you weren't sure, but you did know you didn't hear anything else as you fell asleep.

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You woke to the sound of hushed talking in the room with you, and you opened your eyes to see Misha at the far side of the room, his back turned to you, his phone pressed to his ear. Sliding out of bed, you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your head to his shoulder blade.

"Yeah, the list goes live in an hour. Does everything look okay?" You heard Misha ask, his voice louder once he realized you were awake. "I wasn't sure about that item either, maybe we should scrap it. I have another one that will work well."

He listened for a moment, all the while turning until he was facing you. You kept your arms around him the entire time, and now your head was pressed against his chest. "I've planned the world record thing for tomorrow, in Vancouver at the civic park. I know I thought about doing it in California this year, but I want to do it, here, with the kids and Y/N."

He listened a little bit more, before saying something else and hanging up. He then gave you a kiss. "Morning." He said.

"Morning." You answered. "Is everything ready for Gishwhes?"

"I think so. The list will open soon, and then we just double check every now and then to make sure everything is going smoothly." He told you, and you stepped back, moving to get dressed for the day.

"And what's the one at the park?" You asked, pulling on a pair of jeans.

He was already dressed and ready for the day, so he just sat at the edge of the bed, watching you. "It's the record one. And we were going for the most people, in one spot, holding hands. while wearing feather boas."

"Is that even a thing?" You asked, slipping on a tank top. 

"It is now." He answered. "So we need to go shopping for our boas today. Because I want you, and the kids there too."

You nodded, following him down the stairs where the kids were already sitting down, munching on cereal. You ruffled West's hair as you reached for a banana. As you started to talk to Maison, Misha's phone rang, and he answered it, moving in to the study.

"Looks like Dad's gonna be pretty busy this weekend." You said munching on your banana. 

West nodded, looking very serious. "Gishwhes is very important to him."

"Well, maybe the three of us can get the boas, give your Dad some alone time. Sound good?"

They nodded, and the three of you finished your breakfasts, and you were wondering how crazy this weekend was actually going to be.