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(This is a long one, ENJOY!)

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"Mommy I wanted to ask you something," Your eight-year-old daughter asked while she answered her math homework. You were cooking up the meat filling for your lunch tacos.

"Sure sweetheart, what's up?" You asked and she bit the tip of her pencil before speaking. "Sarah's mom had her baby on Wednesday, Sarah told me about it when she came to school," Your daughter said, "What happens in the hospital?"

You smiled slightly then smirked a bit, "Why don't you ask daddy? He'll tell you every detail about the time you were born."

She smiled and jumped off her seat at the kitchen counter and skipped to her father who was retweeting something about politics on Twitter, while sitting on the couch.

You chuckled a bit, knowing that your husband wouldn't be able to say anything.

"Daddy! Tell me about the day I was born, about what happened with mommy in the hospital!" She jumped onto the couch and Misha looked at her while rubbing his neck.

"W-Why do you want to know about it so suddenly?" He questioned and glanced at you. You stopped your work and looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Tell her honey, you know everything about that day," You teased and he sighed.

He remembered every detail of the time your daughter was born. How could he forget it?

8 years ago, 8:37 PM, the day before [y/d/n]'s birth...

Misha's POV

"... And that is the whole story in a nutshell," Jared laughs as he scoops a spoonful of mash potato to go along with his piece of grilled chicken. I take the same as him, it reminds me of my wife's cooking.

Jared, Jensen and I take a seat at a table near the drinks counter and start eating. It's Jensen's turn to tell story he has never told anyone before.

"Okay, I've got a good one! It goes like-"

TRRIIIINNNNGGG!

I feel my phone in my pocket vibrate and I take it out, looking at the name. It's my mother-in-law.

Jensen stops his story but I tell him to continue, furrowing my eyebrows as I pick up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Misha, [y/n]'s here in the car and we're on our way to the hospital-"

"Wait, what?! What's wrong?" I question loudly and put my fork down. What's going on?

"She's gone into labour and-"

"How?! She wasn't even due till two weeks later!"

"Well it's nature Misha and nature acts when she ple-"

"M-Mom can I talk to him?"

There's a rustling noise and I look to Jared and Jensen with concern. They gesture to ask what's wrong but I don't say anything.

"M-Misha?"

"Hi, sweetheart, how are you? What happened?" I stand up and start pacing close to the table. I hear her groan in discomfort and my heart sinks.

"The baby decided to come before time," She tries to sound casual but I can feel the pain in her tone.

"Honey I'm so sorry that-"

I flinch when she yells in pain, telling her dad to drive faster. I look at J2 sadly.

"Baby come here now please! I n-need you here with me," She begs, her voice shaky.

I can literally see her eyes full of tears and it makes me feel worse.

"I'll be on the next flight home okay? Stay strong honey, I'll be there as soon as I can," I tell her and take a breath, "I love you."

I push my phone in my pocket and take a few bites from the grilled chicken piece on my plate.

"Misha what's wrong?" Jared asked and I shake my head in slight anger with myself. "[y/n]'s gone into labour, she's on the way to the hospital right now," I explain in a rush, "I have to leave, I need to find Bobby."

I look around quickly to see if he was around and find him at the other end of the catering tent. "Could you guys just pack this for me? I need to buy a plane ticket right now," I request and Jensen nods his head.

"Of course buddy, anything else you need just let us know," He says and I thank him.

I jog towards Bobby to inform him about my current situation then request if I could leave as soon as possible for home.

He does not refuse or argue, immediately giving me the allowance and asking if I need anything else.

On the way out of the tent Jensen hands me a box with my food and squeezes my shoulder. "Hey, Misha it'll be alright okay? Just relax," He says and I sigh.

"It's our first baby and I may not be there when she's born," I tell him and he looks at me with sympathy.

I rush to my trailer and immediately take my laptop out and search on all flights available. I make a few calls but in the end there are no flights going to Los Angeles that have any empty seats.

"F!@#!" I yell and rub my face. The thought of going home by road does pop into my mind but I shrug it off as soon as it came.

I pick my phone up and dial my mother-in-law's number. My hands are shaking slightly, I feel that she's going to be so upset on top of all the stress for her daughter.

"Hi mom, it's Misha," I say, making sure ny voice is steady, "I just wanted to let you know that I'll make it home around 7 AM. None of the flights before that have free seats."

I run a hand through my hair, I can literally here my wife talking in the background. It's hurting my heart.

"Alright dear, just make it home when you can okay? We are fine here and I'll let [y/n] know on a little bit after she settles down," She says sweetly and I sigh.

I say goodbye to her then cut the call. I buy the ticket for the next free flight and start packing my stuff up into my luggage.

Even though I have a few hours till the departure, I can't find anything to occupy myself. The constant stress of making it in time is unsettling.

*****

4:29 AM

My eyes are droopy, I'm going to fall asleep any second. I was supposed to take a nap after having dinner but I just couldn't fall asleep.

I can't stop thinking about the fact that I may not be there when my child is born. What's worse than that?

I'm sitting in the passenger lounge at the airport, patiently... no, anxiously waiting for my flight. I left Jared and Jensen and the rest of the cast and crew behind, they said goodbye while constantly telling me that it'll be alright. I just can't help but feel pessimistic at this-

I hear my phone ring and take it out of my pocket after putting the magazine I was reading down. It was a Skype call from my wife.

Feeling my heart beat fasten, I answer the call after putting on my headphones.

"Honey, hi!" I greet her, waiting for her response. I can hear chattering and heavy breathing, making me swallow hard.

"Baby can you hear me?" I hear her ask and I nod my head slightly, even though she can't see me.

"Yeah I can. What's up? Are you okay? Is the baby out?" I ask in a rush and she tiredlt chuckles.

"Slow down, I'm having a... a hard time right now and your questions aren't-"

She yells out in pure agony, she just had a contraction. I was close to removing my headphones, glancing around to see if anyone could hear.

Everything quietens down, I hear her mother ask, who I guess is, the doctor something.

"For f!@#s sake, come here quickly!" She shouts at me and I flinch, "I'M NOT GOING THROUGH ALL THIS PAIN FOR YOU TO NOT BE HERE!"

I don't say anything immediately, just listening to the sounds in the room. "Honey just a couple of hours and I'll be there okay?" I say but she doesn't respond.

"Wait w-what? Really?! No... I-I can't."

I continue to listen in on the conversation then her mother speaks.

"I'll keep the phone with me-"

"N-No I need him with me! He needs to be here, this wasn't supposed to be like this! He was supposed to be here," [y/n] cries out and I sulk with guilt.

"[y/n] what's wrong?" I question, sitting forward and furrowing my eyebrows with worry.

"Th-They say it's time, I have to push," She tells me and I scream internally.

Oh my lord, it's actually happening. I'm going to be a father very soon and I'm not even f!@#ing there to witness it.

"Okay honey, just relax and do as the doctor says alright?" I say calmly, though I'm freaking out inside, "I'm right here with you till the end."

I look around, thankful that there's no one sitting close to me. The lounge is empty today, at this moment.

I keep trying to make her feel motivated, make her feel relaxed and not lose hope and her strength. At a time I even sang to her, though it helped... I could feel that she had calmed down.

Her groans of effort and pain made me feel as if I was right there next to her, while she grips onto my hand tight-

Silence.

I thought my headphones broke but then my phone screen started loading. The camera switched on and I saw my wife. Someone, probably her mother, was holding her phone now.

I looked at the phone closely, she was crying but it seemed more like tears of relief.

I hear the doctors talking and then the camera goes black. I mumble something with frustration, the signal must have been lost-

WAAAAAHHHHH!

I freeze then my eyes tear up all of a sudden, realising exactly what that sound meant.

"Your baby girl Mrs. Collins," the doctor says and I wish I could control where the camera was placed. I want to get a closer look.

"Oh my God, M-Misha look, it's our baby," My wife says with years streaming down her face while the camera moves closer. I immediately cry harder when I see my daughter in her arms.

She's beautiful, flawless... I've never seen anything more delicate or perfect than her.

"Sweetheart you did it, you're so strong you didn't need me there," I sob and she bites her lip.

"Now come home soon so that she can meet her daddy," She says with a soft smile and I give her a kiss through the screen.

"CALLING FLIGHT 603 TO LOS ANGELES TO BOARD NOW!"

"Their boarding now, I'm sorry I have to go," I say while I gather my things, "I love you, I'll see you soon."

*****

"Daddy what's wrong? You're just sitting there frozen," You daughter pointed out after waving a hand in front of her father's face.

Misha returned back to reality, bewildered by how real the memory felt. "Huh?" He tilted his head then grinned, "Let it go, let it go!"

"Dad! I'm not talking about the movie frozen... Tell me what happened when I was born!" She insisted on and Misha shrugged his shoulders.

"Sorry Angel, I don't know."

"How? You're joking!"

"I don't know about it, I wasn't there when you were born."

"But you're my daddy and daddy's are always there."

"Well this 'daddy' was there on Skype. That's where I saw you for the first time, on camera."