You stood at one of the Bunker's table, watching Jared and Jensen discuss something. You were shooting a scene where you three discussed about the current case and then decide to carry on later.

"No listen, I start and you just walk off after saying your line," Jared said and Jensen nodded. You rubbed your forehead and decided to sit down.

You've been carrying a little person with you for the past 6 months and you were shooting for Supernatural as well. It got hectic but they kept scenes with you to a minimum. The camera would mostly be close up, a shoulder shot, and if you had to move around you'd carry something infront of you or wear something baggy.

"Hey, you okay?" Jensen asked and you nodded with a small smile. "I'm just a bit tired," You said.

Just then, the director came over to you three and informed that they were configuring the cameras for the shot once again because of an error. You had ten minutes to relax.

Jared and Jensen went for the beer bottle on the table at the same time, looking at each other with eyes squinted.

They started to fight over it, snatching it from each other like kids fighting over a lollipop. You got up from your seat, fearing that something would happen.

"Jared give me... the bottle!" Jensen said as he tried to grab it from his friend. You stepped away a bit, wanting to shut your eyes but also wanting to see what would happen.

"Guys I think you should-"

CRASH!

The bottle fell onto the floor behind them, close to the library's entrance. You shut your eyes when the glass shattered. Everyone looked at them, glaring and shocked.

Jared and Jensen stared at each other, embarrassed and ashamed. You placed a hand on your hip and rubbed your stomach with the other.

"Good job guys, good job!" You said sarcastically and Jensen rolled his eyes. The boys walked over to a box of tissues and brought it back to clean it up. One of the crew member brought a mop over to clean the beer spill.

"Hey, what happened-"

THUMP! SCRUNCH!

You turned to find your husband on the floor, eyes shut in pain. He slipped on the shards of glass and drink on the floor.

"SON OF A-"

You rushed over to him and bent down as much as you could. "Oh my god Misha! Are you okay?" You questioned with concern. Jared and Jensen walked over, along with many of the cast and crew.

"I uh, I-I don't know," He groaned with discomfort and you looked at him sadly. You held his hand as Jared and Jensen helped him up to his feet with struggle. You wrapped an arm around his waist and he tried his best not to strain you.

You noticed that he had glass shards on the back of his coat. His hands were cut and scratched.

"Sorry Misha," Jensen said. "Yeah, we're really sorry," Jared added and Misha looked at them with anger. "What the hell were you guys doing?!" He yelled slightly and the boys looked to the floor.

"[y/n] could have fell and you would have murdered my baby!" He shouted and you flinched. You turned to him, placing your hands on the sides of his face, "Hey, honey it's okay. Calm down."

He moved away and looked at you with worry and rage, "No I won't calm down! You could have gotten hurt!"

He pulled away from your grasp and some of the crew members helped him to the medical trailer.

You followed him to the trailer, where he sat on a chair and you helped him roll his sleeves up. "Baby, relax. Nothing happened to me. I was there the whole time, I'd be careful," You told.

He looked at you with sorrow, "But something could have happened to you, and our baby..." You caressed his cheek and kissed him.

They started to patch him up. You found pieces of glass in his hair as well, thankfully he wasn't injured that bad. His clothes had saved him.

You went back to the set with him, hand in hand, happy to find that the cameras were ready and the spill was cleaned up. Jared and Jensen looks extremely guilty and asked how Misha was.

After everything went back to how it was, You pecked your husband on the lips and he exited the set. He wasn't needed in this scene.

In another half an hour, You had finished your work and walked back to your trailer to find your husband on his laptop.

"Hey baby, ready to go?" You asked as you picked your bag from the counter. He smiled and got up, grabbing his things and then holding your hand.

He kissed your head and walked out of the trailer. You said goodbye to Jared and Jensen then walked to your car. You sat inside, happy that you could relax for the rest of the evening and be with your husband alone.

*****

You held Misha's hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. "What do you want to show me?" He asked, curious. You smirked and kissed his cheek, "It's a surprise."

He had gone out to get some Chinese food for both of you. That gave you a good half an hour to prepare the surprise.

"Close your eyes," You instructed and at first, he looked at you with an eyebrow raised, then obeyed. You held his hands behind you and brought him into the bedroom and then to the washroom.

You opened the door and grinned. "You can open your eyes now!" You said. He looked ahead with happiness and excitement, unable to stop the wide smile on his face.

You had decked the bathroom with candles, that were lit, and sprayed a nice floral air freshener. The bath tub was filled up with water and a layer of foamy bubbles on top. It looked comforting and romantic.

He grinned like a small child, ready to jump in. "What's all this for?" He asked. "I just thought that you had a rough day today and you fell and that put your mood off," You told, "I thought that you could use a relaxing warm bath."

He smiled softly, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your head. "I love you," He said slowly and you smiled. "Me too baby," You said and pulled him to the tub.

"Now come on, step in!" You said and he nodded happily. He removed his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers that you tried not to stare at.

You were about to leave but he grabbed your arm. "Honey, you have to join me," He said and you frowned. "You have some alone time and I'll get the food ready," You said but he shook his head.

He stepped closer to you, "Nope! You'll come in with me." He grasped your shirt and started to pull it up but you held his hands down. "Okay fine, but I'm only taking my pants off," You told and he sighed, then nodded in agreement.

You slipped your pants off with slight struggle due to the limit in bending you could do. You were already wearing a t-shirt that you could sacrifice for the bath.

Misha held your hand and carefully helped you into the bath tub, making sure you woudln't slip. He sat on one end of the tub while you sat opposite him.

You brought your knees up close to you while Misha did the same. The water was so relaxing, being just the right temperature. You felt relaxed immediately.

He moaned softly, "This is so good..." You nodded slowly, shutting your eyes. You sat in silence for a few moments but Misha sighed, looking at you infront.

"Come on [y/n], take your shirt off," He said and you rolled your eyes. "What difference will it make?" You said stifly. He raised an eyebrow, "Okay what's bothering you? I know that look and tone, something is bothering you."

You sighed and fidgeted with your hands under the water. "I don't like how I look right now," You revealed, "I don't like this... belly."

He looked at you with his head tilted slightly, "Honey, why? What's wrong?" You crossed your arms, "I look fat. Why would you want to see me like that?"

He moved closer to you and held your hands, "I think you look amazing, and I'm not just saying that to make you feel better. Don't you feel proud that you're going to be a mother? That belly is the evidence for it!"

You didn't say anything. "Whenever you're at my side I feel proud and happy. You're the reason that my future will be worth living for. Without you it wouldn't be the same," Misha told.

You looked him in the eyes, a frown on your face. "Don't worry about what other people say. Has anyone said anything to you?" He questioned and you shook your head.

"Then? You have nothing to worry about hun. I'll always be with you. You should feel pleased that you have the capability to make life. Isn't that amazing?" He said with the most adorable smile. You couldn't stop the smile on your face as well.

"I guess that is cool," You said and he kissed your cheek. You let go of his hands and held the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head.

"Beautiful..." He mumbled and you laughed. "You can't see anything because of the bubbles," You said and he raised his eyebrows. "And what were you worried about then?"

You both sat in silence once again till Misha gestured for you to come to him. "Honey, come here," He said and you gave him a questioning look.

You hesitated then moved closer to him. He held your hands and helped you turn around. You sat in his lap, your back against his chest.

He kissed your neck softly, it tickled a bit and you giggled. "This is much better actually," You said and he held your hands, rubbing them softly.

"Don't let anyone's words mess with your mood okay?" He said and placed his hands on your stomach. He rubbed it softly and you placed your hands on top of his.

"The baby's moving right now," You told as you rested your head back on his shoulder. He nodded, sensing some activity going on. You took his hand and placed it on a spot, moments later he felt a soft kick.

He chuckled softly and kissed your cheek. "If you think about it, you're a human submarine right now," He stated and you smiled. It was actually quite true.

"I hope you're feeling better," You said and looked back to him. "Better than I could have imagined," He said and smiled, "Nothing can beat spending time with you and my baby."