After your hung up from your phone call with Jensen, you stayed outside, sitting on the lounge, listening to the birds sing. That was all you could hear in Misha's backyard, the singing of birds, and in the distance the sound of someone mowing their lawn. It was amazing how quiet it was out here, how peaceful it was. You were thankful for that peace and quiet, it gave you a chance to process all that had just happened.

"How did the phone call go?" Misha asked softly from the door, before making his way out to you. In his hand he had a small plate with fruit and eggs on it. Handing it over to you, he sat down on the lounge across from you.

"Better than I expected, I guess." You told him, before picking up a piece of watermelon and munching on it. "He said he's willing to meet up with us. He's even going to get Gen and Jared to show up too."

"Good, that's good." Misha agreed, but you weren't exactly sure he was paying attention to your words.

"Misha?" You asked, staring his way, watching as his eyes moved back and forth, searching your face.

"Hmm?" He mumbled, before realizing you were waiting for him. "Sorry, I just wanted to see for myself how you were doing. You've had a lot of stuff happen to you lately, and I know it can be draining on a person."

The weight that was currently strapped down on your shoulders eased, just a little and you gave him a shaky smile.

Misha surprised you by scooting back in the lounge until his legs were stretched out. Patting his lap,  he held his hand out. Not wanting to refuse his offer, you stood up, crawling into his lap. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to his chest.

"Listen, I know you are probably wondering if it would have been easier to stay with Jensen, than to feel all this pain and torment." He started.

"Misha, I..." You started to argue, but he hushed you.

"But some of the best relationships, the biggest love stories, they weren't easy. But they fought to stay together, and that's what I want us to do. I love you, and we will figure this out."

Tilting your head up, your lips met  Misha's halfway, turning your body so your chest was pressed against his. Wrapping his hands in your hair, he angled your face, brushing your lips with his tongue.

The two of you stayed that way, with some hot and heavy kissing before you gently pulled away from him. Laying your head on his chest, you ran your finger up and down the faded teal t-shirt he was wearing. "Misha, we are meeting Jensen at the Hawksworth Restaurant, and I didn't really bring anything nice enough to wear there."

"Just go in whatever, you'll look amazing." He said, kissing the top of your head.

"But Misha, this is important. There's always paparazzi outside, and I don't want to look frazzled or anything." You told him.

"Okay." He sighed. "Did you want to go shopping, or head back to your old place?"

"Back to my place. I'm not ready to face a lot of people yet." You decided.

"Well let's get ready and go. I don't have to work today so I can go with you."

Within ten minutes the two of you were ready to go, both dressed casually in jeans and T-shirts. Misha drove, since your jeep was still at the shop getting fixed. You didn't mind, it was nice actually being able to see the neighborhood around you now that it was light outside and you could enjoy the view. It was a quaint neighborhood, meant for starting families. It made you think of the future, and what could happen. Before you knew it Misha was pulling into your driveway, or old driveway, you muttered to yourself.

Standing by the front door, you stared up at the home that housed so many memories for you. In a way it was sad that that life was coming to an end. But you were excited to see where life with Misha would  lead. Misha came around, pressing his hand against your lower back. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

You nodded, before pulling your keys out and opening the front door. It had only been hours since you had been here last, but it seemed like a lifetime away. Nothing had changed, except for you. Misha silently followed behind you as you made your way up the stairs, heading straight for your old bed room. Making your way inside, you were surprised when Misha didn't follow.

"It just seems weird." He muttered. "This was your's and Jensen's room, it was your private space. It feels wrong for me to be here."

You gave him a smile. "I understand. If you want you can wait down in the kitchen, or living room." 

He took up your suggestion, leaving you alone. Opening your closet door, you stared inside, wondering what would be the best for the night. Grabbing another suitcase, you grabbed multiple items that could work, along with shoes. Turning to your bathroom, you packed make up and other items that hadn't been grabbed last night. Shutting your suitcase, you looked back into the room one last time. It felt empty and cold, and even though you had made your choice, it still hurt to know you were putting an end to that life.

Stifling back some tears, you met Misha down below. He didn't say anything, but took your suitcase out to the car, giving you a moment to collect your thoughts. 

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"Y/N, are you ready yet?" Misha's voice yelled from down below. "We need to leave in five!"

"Almost!" You yelled, putting on the last layer of lipstick. You looked in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back. Your hair was put up in a simple french twist, with some diamond encrusted earrings dangling down. Your eyes were shadowed, and your lips a little deeper red than you normally wore. You had finally decided on a simple black dress. It had a sweetheart neckline, plunging a little lower in the back, with the skirt flaring out at the waist. It ended just above your knees, showcasing the red and black heels you paired with it. 

A simple heart shaped necklace was your only other adornment, and after spritzing yourself with perfume, you felt ready, at least as ready as you could be. Taking a deep breath, you slid your heels on before carefully heading down the stairs.

Misha was standing in the living room, a frown on his face as he checked his phone. But when he heard the little clicks your heels made as they connected with the hardwood floor, he glanced up. His phone forgotten in his hand, he stared at you, his mouth gaping open. Coming over to him, you swirled, showcasing your outfit. "How do I look?" You asked nervously, hoping you looked okay for the meeting tonight.

He swallowed thickly, before licking his lip. "You look amazing. Absolutely beautiful. But are you sure this is what you want to wear?" He asked, and the smile that had been gracing your face fell into a frown.

"Why?" You asked, a little hurt at his words.

He stepped closer to you then, placing his hand gently on your cheek. "It's not because I don't like it. I really do, I think you look gorgeous. But if Jensen sees you in this, he might want you back and fight me. And then our whole plan for tonight is out the window."