The next morning you woke up, once again with Misha's arms wrapped tightly around you. It felt amazing, but you knew he would have to get up soon, and head back to work. Turning slowly and carefully, you faced him, laughing when you saw he was already watching you.

"Morning." He told you, before kissing the tip of your nose, and you giggled.

"Back at ya." You answered, just as his alarm went off.

"Ugh, I really don't feel like going in to work today." Misha muttered, tightening his arms around you.

Laying your head on his chest, you lazily drew circles on it, knowing you needed to get off of him soon so he could get ready for work. "Is it because of the stress with Jensen?" You asked.

"That's just part of it." He answered you. "I guess the main part is the fact that you're mine now, and I want to spend more time with you."

Scooting up, you kissed him softly on the lips, before sitting up. "Don't worry, I'll be here when you get back. Just relax, and break a leg." You teased him.

Sighing, he scooted off the bed, and you enjoyed the view. He was just wearing a pair of blue boxers, and you watched as his back flexed and moved as he headed towards the bathroom. "I am afraid Jensen will do that for me." He said.

You watched over him until you couldn't see him any more, before leaning to your night stand, grabbing your phone. You were a little scared to look at it, fearing the worst. That the media would still be after your. But when you went onto Twitter, you noticed how your story had already died down, and some other celebrity was getting divorced. There were a couple of small articles, mainly talking about how cool the three of you seemed with everything, and how great of a person Jensen was to have forgiven you so easily.

Feeling a weight lifted from your shoulders, you felt a smile rise up on your face. Almost giddy, you jumped up from the bed, throwing off your tank top and shorts before surprising Misha in the shower.

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After a much longer than anticipated shower, you helped Misha as he rushed around the kitchen, getting ready to leave for the day. 

Grabbing a thermos, you filled it full of coffee, handing it to him as he grabbed a muffin and a banana. "So what are your plans for the day?" He asked you, as you took a sip of your own coffee.

"I was planning on just relaxing, getting used to your house a little more. I'm not ready to go through things at my old house yet." You told him, as he came forward to press a kiss to your lips.

"You are welcome to anything in the house. Consider it yours." He told you, turning to leave, and that's when you remembered your news.

"Misha!" You exclaimed, rushing after him, stopping from going outside when you realized you were only wearing his robe, and it was threadbare. "I forgot to tell you!" 

He came striding back over to you, and you knew you had to hurry so he wasn't late to work. "What is it?"

"I looked up all the media sites on social media." You started, and he frowned.

"Y/N, don't look at them, it will cause you nothing but pain. We don't need their approval." He said, before getting ready to go again.

"No, Misha. That's it. They aren't that interested in us anymore! And the one's that are, they think it's cool how friendly all three of us are. It's okay now!" You exclaimed.

You watched as your news sunk in, a smile blossoming on his face, his eyes and his nose crinkling with happiness. "Really? That's great! We should celebrate tonight!"

"Can we celebrate with a night in? Maybe movie and wine? I'd love to stay home and relax." You asked him, and he nodded.

"That sounds amazing. I'll be home fairly early tonight, and we can have a nice night in. Maybe I'll even talk you into massaging my feet." He teased, and you shook your head at his antics.

"Then it's settled. I'll run to the store today, get stuff for dinner, and a new movie. Maybe even popcorn. But you'll be doing the massaging." You replied back.

He winked at you. "I'm okay with that." He said, before sliding into his car and leaving. 

You spent the next couple of hours, giving yourself a tour of his house. You loved his place, the wide open plan, the simple but homey feel to it. Your favorite part was the backyard, and you sat out there for a while, imagining hosting BBQ's or watching your kids play there.

After a quick lunch, you took your rental car that Misha had sent over for you, driving it to the little store a couple blocks away. Wandering up and down the aisles, you grabbed your favorite items, along with stuff for dinner tonight. You wanted something simple to eat, but that still showed Misha you could handle cooking.

Your basket full, you grabbed a couple of movies, before paying. Your next stop was the liquor store, and you stood in the wine aisle forever, trying to figure out what you should get. You knew Misha preferred a red wine, and you ended up buying three different ones, wanting to make sure there was something he liked.

Finally, you made it back, getting the simple pasta sauce simmering on the stove, as you made cream puffs for dessert. You had the music blaring, and your hips were shaking along to the music. You were so intuned with what you were doing, you didn't hear the garage door open. 

A pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist, and a mouth pressing kisses along your neck had you shrieking for a quick second before you realized who it was. "Misha, you scared me." 

"Well if you weren't being so sexy." He whispered, his hands on your hips. "And if the music wasn't up so loud."

"I like listening to music when I'm cooking." You told him, as you added the filling to another cream puff.

He leaned over the sauce, smelling it. "This smells amazing!"

You pushed him out of the kitchen. "Go get comfy, dinners ready. Oh, and I got a  couple of movies, pick which one you want first."

He left, and you poured the sauce over the pasta, grabbing the warm bread, placing all of it on a tray, along with a couple glasses of wine. Taking them into the living room, you saw that Misha had just beat you there, and was thumbing through the movies. Picking one, he placed it in the player, before turning and taking the tray from you.

Settling onto the soft, almond colored sofa, you handed Misha a plate, before grabbing yours. Tucking your feet underneath you, you leaned into him, ready to relax.

"So, I talked to Jensen today." He said as the previews started playing.

"And?" You asked, before taking a bite of your dinner.

"I told him our plan worked, and he was happy. He seemed okay, and at first it was a little awkward, but then everything settled back into a normal routine." He told you.

"That's good, isn't it? Everything is going to be alright." You said, relief flooding you.

He pulled you tight to him, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I think so. I know our relationship didn't start out right, but I couldn't imagine life without you in it. I love you, and I'm glad you are in my life."

"Back at ya." You teased. "I love you too. I hated hurting Jensen, but I needed to be with you. The first time I saw you, my entire life changed."

He pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips, and you laughed at the noddle hanging from his mouth. "What, what is it?" He asked. "Do I have something on my face?"

Shaking your head, you settled closer into him, happier than you had ever imagined you could be.

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