Oh Westy - Misha Collins x Reader

Oh Westy

"Oh Westy, come on!" you whined a little bit moving the spoon towards the young boy's mouth.

"No, I don't like it" West frowned and, crossing his arms, pursed his lips. Though it looked more like he was pouting.

"Oh come one Westy, please. You have to eat it. Please, for me" you gave him a small smile as he seemed that he was about to give in.

He looked at the spoon and the plate with the soup in front of him. You smiled encouragingly and moved the spoon a little closer to him. Just as he seemed about to give in, he shook his head and turned it to look at the other direction.

"No" he said and his frown got more deep. It was adorable, you had to admit it. Everything about the little boy was adorable. Everything about him reminded you of his father. His father that, you could not deny it to yourself, you had deep feelings for.

"Come on West. Even Maison has eaten her food" you said and he glanced at his little sister that you had long ago fed and was now playing with her dolls.

"Come on, just a little bit. For me?" you asked with a hopeful smile but he just shook his head more, his small arms crossed over his chest.

"Nuh-huh. I don't like it. It's gross" he made a face in the end and you laughed, shaking your head.

"Just like your father" you mumbled, placing the spoon back on his plate, remembering the look Misha had on his face when you told him what dinner was going to be.

"What did ya just say about his father?" Misha asked, entering the kitchen, an eyebrow raised playfully at you.

"Nothing. Just how freaking much this kid is taking after you" you said with a roll of your eyes.

"How is that a bad thing?" Misha asked with a frown.

"It's not for me. I don't know for the rest of humanity, though. Having to face a second Misha" you said a little bit dramatically and he rolled his eyes at you.

"Yeah, whatever" he shot you a bitch-face that could rival that of Jared's.

"Hey, I'm just saying the truth" you shrugged with a playful smile.

"Yeah, ok. As if you wouldn't be happy for him to actually be like me. You know you love me" he smiled widely at you, wiggling his eyebrows and you just rolled your eyes; brushing him off.

"Pff keep dreaming Collins." you said and avoided eye contact, not wanting for him to notice anything.

"Yeah, cause you are here almost every day cooking for us and taking care of the children just because you don't love me" he mocked you.

"I am here every day because you actually need someone to take care of you and the children. If you don't remember it Vicki is letting you have the children over these two weeks and you obviously need my help. Besides, weren't you the one that asked me to come and help you?" you smirked at him, putting your hands on your hips.