In an interview:

"My wife always says, "Don't rile him up, don't rile him up!" Because every time I pick him up it's like bedtime and I want to put him to sleep but he's so cute! I want to start playing with him!" Misha smiles widely then chuckles, "He has this expression which is frozen on his face all the time..." Misha looks to the interviewer with his eyes widened to the max and mouth open, "... And I always try to get him doing that. Then after I touch him he can't go to sleep."

*****

You shut the door after your husband had entered into the house. He just returned home after being away for three months, filming for the TV show Supernatural.

Your 1 year old was beyond excited, laughing and clinging onto his daddy's legs as he walked into the living room. You were super happy too but nothing could beat how happy [y/s/n] was.

You wheeled his luggage into the bedroom and took his taken-off hoodie as well. Once you returned, you saw that Misha was sitting on the couch, whispering something to your son, with a little grin on his face. [y/s/n] giggled and you looked at them suspiciously.

"Daddy's home so you're keeping secrets with him huh?" You questioned while getting a glass of water for Misha, "You've stolen Daddy from me!"

You gave him the glass and he drank it all in seconds. He was really thirsty. You ruffled your son's hair and he laughed.

"Alright I'll set up dinner while Daddy goes to change," You announced with an eyebrow raised and Misha sighed, putting his son down next to him then got up and went to change into something more comfortable.

*****

"[y/s/n], come on it's past your bed time," You said while trying to get your son to wear his night-shirt. Right now, he was running around in his diaper, with Misha chasing him around.

You chuckled but then realised that if he doesn't sleep on time, his whole routine would be disturbed, and he's a super stubborn sleeper.

"Misha..." You said but then frowned, watching him completely involved in the game, "Misha please, we need to put him to bed."

He stopped abruptly then placed his hands on his hip, "[y/s/n], sorry but it's time to sleep."

Your son glanced at you then at his father and ran around the couch and his under the table. "No! No sleep," He exclaimed and you rubbed your face. You looked at Misha with a tired expression and he smiled nervously, guilty about making your son all energised.

"Now I'm going for a shower so you settle him," You states and he nodded slowly. You threw the shirt at him and he grunted.

*****

You had to catch up with him, you hadn't seen him in person for months and you desperately missed his presence. There was only one way you thought of catching up with him... And there was no talking involved.

"Gosh you must have been super moody here without me."

Well, a little talking... But not as much.

You looked deeply into Misha's eyes and smiled slightly while running your hand through his hair. He pushed you further back, making you stand up straight against the wall.

He moved his hips closer to yours and you let out a moan. "I thought you said that we weren't going to say a word to each other after putting [y/s/n] to bed," You reminded and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I can't help it... Just like how I can't help doing this to you," He said huskily, then kissed your neck hard, causing you to dig your nails into his arms-

"DADDY?"

He pulled away and looked to your bedroom door. You both froze, waiting to confirm if there was actually a voice or your minds playing tricks.

"Daddy!"

You heard it again and glanced at Misha before exiting the room and walking to the nursery. You saw your son standing up in his crib and you looked at him with confusion.

"Honey what's the matter?" You asked and he watched Misha, who was standing behind you. "No sleep... Play with daddy," He replied and you gave Misha a look.

You sighed and turned to your husband. "Sorry sweetheart, but it's bed time and mommy and daddy..." He looked at you for a moment and licked his lips, "We're sleeping too."

You nudged him a bit and he smiled smugly. "No! Play!" He exclaimed and banged his fists on the crib. Misha watched him with no expressions then walked away.

"Mish? What's-"

"Let's go, [y/s/n] is being naughty and is not listening to what mommy and daddy is saying," He told you and you followed him out. You shut the nursery door then jumped in fright when you suddenly heard him crying out at the top of his lungs.

You squeezed your husband's arm and he furrowed his brows. "I told you not to play with him that late at night. He's completely energised and-"

"Maybe he's just happy to see me?" Misha commented with puppy eyes and you kissed his cheek. "Well I'm happy to see you but I'm not demanding to play," You said and he smirked.

"Oh really? You were totally not asking for it five minutes ago," He pointed out and you bit your lip. You paused, realising that your son wasn't crying anymore.

"He's quiet... Should we check?" You questioned and Misha opened the door as quietly as he could. Your son was sitting in his crib and playing with his teddy bear.

To your horror, he noticed his father at the door and yelled out for him. Misha flinched then entered the room. You facepalmed, wondering if he'll sleep tonight or not.

*****

A week later...

He had a messed up routine for the whole week and it was exhausting you and Misha. Your son would feel sleepy in the day and at night he'd be wide awake. He turned into an owl and you didn't like it at all.

"Misha! He can't still be happy to see you," You said, frustrated, "You keep exciting him by playing and stuff and he can't sleep properly now. It's not healthy for him!"

"I can't help it! He's adorable and it's tough staying away for months and not seeing both of you in person. You guys are the only thing I have and it hurts," He responded and you frowned.

"I'm... I'm sorry Misha, I didn't mean to say it like that. It's just... I'm worried for our baby's health," You expressed your concern then hugged him. He hugged you back tightly, planting a kiss on your head.

"Maybe he'll be fine now, that the wave of excitement is finished."

*****

Another week later...

You lay in bed, eyes sore, staring at the ceiling as you continued to hear your son cry out against sleeping. Misha had gone there to calm him down, and play with him a bit till he can't help but sleep.

You did an experiment the next day. Misha went out with his friends and came back really late. To your surprise your son slept without any issues. You couldn't wait to tell Misha what you concluded in the morning.

"You're the problem," You stated, hands crossed and he raised his brows. "Ouch. Thanks?" He said as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "Now the key thing is that don't rile him up! Otherwise, I'm taking a weeks holiday while you fix his routine."