You sulked as you watched him zip up his trolley bag. "I'm still mad at you," You crossed your arms and furrowed your eyebrows. He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Well... what if I treat you to the best night of your life? Will that fix everything?" He asked with a grin and you bit your lip. You smirked then shrugged the thought off.

You pushed his shoulder a bit then huffed. "Even if you can achieve that... I'll still be mad at you," You complained and he rubbed his forehead.

"Baby please, I have to go sooner or later. It's work and if I go sooner I'll come back sooner," Misha explained and you hugged him, to his surprise. You nuzzled your head into his chest and sighed loudly.

"But I'll miss you," You mumbled and he  kissed your head. "I'll miss you even more but I'll call everyday, and we can talk for as long as you want," He told and you nodded slowly.

"Now, do you still want that special night?" He asked and you kissed his cheek. "When do I ever say no Collins?" You smirked, pulling him to the bed.

*****

4 years later...

You sulked. Misha was gone once again to the set of Supernatural, like every six months, leaving you alone for a couple of months atleast.

Even though it's been 4 years of him leaving for long stretches of times, You can never get used to it. He's always message you, always try to cheer you up but all you felt was lonely.

You sat back on the couch and shut your-

"MAMAAA," You heard a high pitched voice yell out, "Mama, where are you?" You smiled softly and got up, walking to your two-year-old son's nursery.

"Hi baby, how was your sleep?" You questioned as you walked up to his crib. He rubbed his eyes, "Very awesome." He giggled, "Where's daddy?"

You sighed as you picked him up, "Daddy's still busy doing work." Your son rested his head on your chest, "Mama I miss him..."

You kissed his head, "I miss him too baby." You walked in silence then shrugged the sadness off.

"Why don't we watch a movie? Do you want to watch 'Finding Dory'?" You asked and he clapped happily. He always says that he's Nemo and Misha is Marlin, and you're Dory, after he overheard your husband calling you forgetful.

You put the movie for him and gave him his cup filled with apple juice.

TING!

You walked over to your phone to find that Misha had sent you something on Snapchat.

You smiled. He rarely used Snapchat, except when posting poetry recitals on his Story. You replayed the snap and walked over to your son.

"[y/s/n], daddy sent a video!" You told and showed him the Snap. He looked at your phone with fascination. "Wow! Daddy is a puppy! I want to be a puppy," He said and you switched the filters on.

Your son laughed out loud, looking at his face. You fitted yourself into the screen as well and you had the dog filter on your face as well. You recorded a video while your son said, "Daddy, mommy and I are dogs too!" He giggled and you sent the video to your husband.

Moments later, a video was sent to you where Misha had another filter on his face, a cat one.

"Look! I'm a cat now [y/s/n]! Meow!" He said, "How are you both doing? I'm going to get ready for today's scenes right now." He quickly showed you his trailer, which was slightly messy with papers and clothes.

You smiled. Your son stretched his hand out to grab the phone but you moved it away. He started to throw a tantrum, wanting the phone so he could see daddy and play with the funny faces.

"[y/s/n], listen. You need my help to get the faces," You told but he started jumping up and down while holding your leg. He whined and cried and you rolled your eyes. You decided that you'd just ignore him, the best way to treat a tantrum.

You started to make a video but your son started grabbing your phone. You chose to record the whole thing and send it to Misha.

"Why is my baby boy all angry?" Misha questioned with furrowed eyebrows, "You should listen to your mommy, otherwise this dog is going to be VERY ANGRY!" He growled like a hound.

Your son laughed at the way his Daddy was acting. He looked to you with a sad face, "Sorry mommy." He hugged your arm and you rubbed his back softly, and kissed his head.

*****

"Daddy, your face looks weird... is that a funny face too?" Your son asked while looking at the video of his father. You were talking with Misha on Skype right now.

Misha was sitting in his makeup trailer, the phone leaning on the mirror infront of him to remain steady. He had bloodstains, bruises and cuts on his face. "No baby, it's makeup, to make me look pretty," Misha told and batted his eyelashes. You chuckled.

"But daddy you're not pretty," Your son said and you could hear a few laughs from behind. Misha glared at the makeup artists in the trailer.

"Daddy is very handsome, right [y/s/n]?" You said and he nodded. "I was going for something more accurate... sexy, you know?" Misha said and there was chatter from behind him.

"Yeah, and your son knows what that means..." You raised an eyebrow. "Okay, I'm going to go back to my trailer to put on my trench coat. I'll call you when I'm on a break, yeah?" Misha said and you told him to call you when he's in his private trailer.

*****

"So what's up?" He said and you brought your son closer. "[y/s/n] wanted to share some special news with you," You said and kissed his cheek. Misha looked confused.

"Daddy, I'm going to have a new playmate. He's going to live here," Your son said and you bit your lip. Misha nodded, "Oh that's nice. Someone moved in next door?"

You shook your head, "No, someone's going to live here... in our house. He's getting a new friend, who will be a permanent house guest."

Misha furrowed his eyebrows, puzzled at your words. You gave him a look that said 'seriously?!'. You couldn't have made the news more obvious.

"I'm not getting what you're trying to say hun," Misha informed and you rubbed your head. You laughed, your son face-palmed.

"Daddy, I'm going to be a big brother!" He said and you held him tightly, nervous at your husband's reaction. Misha had this sudden glow and shine on his face that lifted your mood.

"Wait what?!" He sat closer to the screen, a smile unable to disappear from his face, "Honey, you're pregnant?!"

"Yes I am! Was it that difficult to understand?" You laughed. "Well I'm sorry, work is the only thing on my mind these days... now it'll be you and  [y/s/n] and the-Oh my God you're pregnant?! I can't believe it!" He said in an excited rush.

You nodded and he squinted, "You guys are joking right? You're just giving me hints about something else yeah?" Your raised an eyebrow, "No we're not, you are getting another child Mish! Anyways, don't you have some work to do? We can talk later-"

"No way! Work can wait, this is... important," He told, "So tell me, how, what, when?!" He was completely breathless from surprise and excitement.

"Well, I started throwing up one day, I thought it was the food [y/s/n] and I had a day ago but he wasn't sick at all. I did the test because well, I had nothing to lose, and it was positive," You told, "Then I told [y/s/n] that he may be getting a brother or sister, which he was super happy about."

"Aw my boy," Misha blew him a flying kiss and he giggled, "I love you. Then?"

"Then we both went to the doctor and the doctor said that I am in fact pregnant and have been for almost two months!"

Your husband looked beyond confused. "I think it was that time after the dinner with your parents... that night? It was two months ago," You said and he looked shocked.

"But that was so long ago! Okay wow," He raised his eyebrows, "This is... 'very awesome'!" Your son laughed, it was something he always said. "Man, I wish I was there right now," He sighed.

"When you come home after 2 weeks, I'll probably be showing. It'll be fun then!" You smiled and he grinned, "Don't tell anyone! Seriously, don't let what happened at [y/s/n]'s time happen again."

He nodded then sighed with happiness, "How do you expect me to do work now?!" You smirked. Misha looked at his watch and took the phone in his hand.

"I have to go, they'll kill me. I'm already five minutes late," Misha said and you nodded, "I need to come up with some excuse..."

"Just tell them that I'm sick, it's not a complete lie," You shrugged and he liked the idea. "I'll call you when I have a break. Bye [y/s/n], bye hun," He waved and your and son and you waved back as well.