This is part 2 to the previous imagine, requested by Shesscertlygorgous16. Thanks! (I love writing Misha ones 😉)

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"She's got your eyes hun, you're probably so happy about that," [y/n] told him with happiness while he smiled proudly, holding his new born baby girl in his arms.

She yawned, making him look at her with awe. "She's so cute, I seriously cannot handle this. I just want to give her a hug... but I can't," He said sadly and his wife chuckled.

Instead, Misha gave her a kiss on the forehead and handed her back to her mother.

"Now we have to have another one so I can be there for the whole thing this time," He stated while raising his eyebrows and [y/n] looked at him with horror.

"Oh no way! Don't talk about more children or being pregnant for another three years!" She replied back in a scolding manner, "You DON'T know how stressful that was. I was literally so emotionally challenged that I thought I would never see you again because you're... p-plane would... c-crash."

He saw the sorrow on her face and it made him feel utterly guilty. "Alright, as you wish sweetheart," He said and got up to give her a kiss on her head.

He walked to the other side of the room and sat down, thinking about how great it would have been to have been there like an actual dad and husband and witness the birth of his first child.

He guesses he'll never find out.

*****

10 years later...

You looked at him in a way that said 'if looks could kill', and he raised his hands in defence, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

"Hey you said three years and I gave you ten," He joked but you weren't happy at all. You were in pain... again. You were on the verge of an emotional breakdown... again. You wanted to just get over with it... again.

But you have him with you now, that didn't happen before.

"I seriously didn't think that I would have to go through this again," You said while clenching the bars of the hospital bed tightly to try and fight off the contraction pains that you were currently facing. Of course, it wasn't working but you could try.

Nevertheless, with every flinch, with every cry for help while you went through agony, Misha's stress continued to grow... which kind of satisfied you. While you went through physical pain, he went through an emotional one.

"I can't believe you remember my words," You shut your eyes tight and bit the inside of your cheek, feeling another wave of pain starting soon.

"Of course I remember your words. I felt really sad that I wasn't there, I mean I waited nine months for that one moment where I'll see my baby right there as soon as she was born," He said, running a hand through his hair, "It feels like every time I look at her I think about how I haven't experienced the one thing that father's  do."

You looked at him with a frown, he looked like a sad little puppy right now and you wanted to give him a hug.

"Aw honey, you should have talked to me about-"

Your sentence was abruptly stopped when you yelled out in pure agony, while pushing your head further back into the pillow wishing that somehow the pain would go away by doing that.

"OH CRAP WHY DID I THINK THAT THIS WAS OKAY?!" You shouted and gave your husband a dirty look.

He rolled his eyes and sat back, "You were the one who brought it on remember? You were so horny after that double date with Michelle and Robert that you would probably done it while I was sleeping if we didn't... do it while I was awake."

"WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YOU DON'T KNOW THE BASIC RULES OF AVOIDING PREGNANCIES DUMBASS?!" Your exclaimed loudly and he walked to the door, peering out to see if anyone noticed your outburst.

"Look sweetheart, this is all going to be over soon and you'll be over the moon about a baby," He said and held your hand, "And I'm not saying that going through this is a breeze and stuff. I'm just joking around so that you feel... better. I don't think it's working though."

You pulled his shirt to bring him closer to you and you kissed him on the lips passionately. Though you bad to pull away after feeling another contraction.

You shut your eyes while he wiped the tears that streamed down your face. "I'm so in love with you right now baby, I don't know how you women do it,"He ran a hand through his hair And smiled softly, "You're all so strong yet men treat you like dirt."

"Oh please don't bring your Twitter thoughts here right now, I'm not in the mood," You said and he laughed. That sound made you feel a lot better, much to your surprise.

He sat there, watching you with nothing else to do and sighed. "Ugh I think it was better in Skype," He commented, "There was the whole 'what would happen next?' feeling for the whole time. Now it's just... long and predictable."

You gave him a super dirty look and shot the middle finger at him. "Honey I'm joking! I wanted this, I wouldn't give this up for the world," He gave you a flying kiss and you mumbled something under your breath.

TRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG!!

Misha took his phone out to see that it was a call from your neighbours. "Hello?"He said after picking up and a young girl replied happily.

"Hi daddy! How's mommy?"

"Oh hi Angel, she's fine, just... we're still waiting for the baby to be born," Misha answered, "How are you and Isabella doing?"

"We're fine, just playing with her Lego set," She told, "Her brother keeps bothering us."

"Did you show him some Collins' power-backs?" Misha questioned with a grin but his daughter refused.

"He's too scary!" She said with fright.

"Well, don't get too rough you guys," He said, "I'll call as soon as your baby brother is born ok-"

"BABY I NEED YOU!"

Misha glanced back to his wife, who was trying to sit up with a look of pure concern on her face.

"Sorry [y/d/n], I have to go. Your mother is calling," Misha cut the phone and rushed to your side.

He held your hand and examined you, asking, "Honey what's wrong? Are you alright?"

"CRAP I think it's time," You answered, "Get a doctor!" You felt different, odd actually... but the pain was still there.

Misha ran out of the room, glancing back to make sure you're okay. He looked around for a doctor anywhere but there was no one.

"We need a doctor!" He exclaimed for anyoke eho coudl help to hear and finally someone came rushing to the door.

"What's wrong Mr. Collins?" She asked and your husband told her about your condition.

She called your doctor, who then rushed to check you and nodded.

A fire of excitement started up in Misha. He couldn't wait any longer, he just wants the baby right now.

And so the extrme level of pushing and effort began, with moments away where you'd finally be free of your current misery.

You used his hand like how you used your mom's last time, though this time you didn't really mind if you held it hard enough to break it.

He looked at you in awe then held your hand with both of his, and rested his forehead on it. There was a moment when he regretted the whole thing. He hated seeing you in so much... torture.

He wish he had Castiel's powers, where he could just heal and take pain away like it was an everyday job.

He looked up, watching tears rolling down your face and kept mumbling, "You can do it."

And all of a sudden, the groans and cries of pain stopped, replaced with heavy breathing and a sigh of relief.

Misha sat up straight and looked around. The doctors were huddled up around one of the stations.

"What happened?" He asked, oblivious to anything happening in the room, "Is something wrong?"

"N-No... I did it," You answered with a tired whisper and he looked at you with a ray of sunshine on his face.

WAAAAAAHHHHH!

Tears immediately filled his eyes when he realised how beautiful and in some way calming that sound was.

He placed his forehead back on top of your hand and sobbed, realising how privileged he is to experience this.

You cried too, the sound of a baby crying was being heard after nearly a decade. You looked to your husband and it made you cry more... tears of happiness of course.

"Congratulations on your lovely baby boy Mr and Mrs Collins!" The doctor walked over, a bundled up blanket protecting a baby in her arms and gave him to you.

You looked at your son, reliving the moment when you held your new born baby girl.

You didn't hold him for long, you handed him to Misha who was delighted to see him. "Look at my handsome boy," He said with a hoarse voice.

His eyes were so red and teary that you felt like crying again. You were over the moon to see how over the moon your husband was.

Misha kissed your son's forehead and continued to look at him with awe. The doctor looked at your husband with a small smile.

"This isn't your first child right?" She asked, "Usually I find parents reacting like that at the time of their first born."

Misha cleared his throat and wiped his eyes with his free hand. "We have a ten year old daughter but I was abroad when she was born," He answered then looked back at his baby boy, "And man I wish I was there that time as well."