"Jensen!" Misha shouts.
"This is how you do it mish!" I shout back trying to put together the baby's crib.
"The instructions say the bolt needs a washer!"
"I know what I'm doing Misha!" I turn back and the leg we're trying to put on falls off.
"Told you" he snickers.
"Shut up" I grab the washer and the leg and put it back together. "Happy?" I ask standing up.
"Yes I am." He smiles.
"Now do the girly part" I say gathering my tools up.
"Its not girly Mr....bottom" I glare at him as he takes the soft pink blanket off the chair and lays it in the crib along with a deer stuffed toy.
"I like bottoming because its nice not to do all the work" I protest.
"You're such a wimp shut up" he pushes me playfully. I grab the picture off the ground of our family and by our family I mean Gen, Jared, Thomas, Misha and I holding a picture of the ultra sound with all of our mouths open. I hang it up smiling at the day. I turn around and see misha holding my guitar up.
"No" I point at him.
"Its going in here" he says.
"Its not like she'll care misha. Like oo wow I hear noises go away old man in trying to sleep" I say.
"She's going to love it and every night she'll fall asleep to the thought of you for the rest of her life"
"Misha I'm not even her dad" I say sitting in the rocking chair.
"Yes you are. You are my soon to be husband which makes you the step dad"
"She's going to hate me" I sigh. Misha sits down on my lip and points to the picture on the wall.
"She's going to look at that picture and see you love her more then anybody does. Well other then me. But you get it" I chuckle and kiss his temple. "She's going to love you" he whispers resting his head on mine.
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"Ok so then you just stir all the ingredients together" I tell misha. He asked if I could teach him how to make my grandmas cookies recipe..we've turned into that couple that makes family recipes together and cuddles on Sunday morning's and drink tea and coffee together.
"Okay" he turns them together. I take a spoonful of cookie dough and rub it through my palms.
"And then you put them on the pan and push it down with your finger to make it bigger" I tell him.
"Can we eat it?" He asks shining his eyes at me.
"No" oh that sounded just like my grandmother.
"Not even if I share?" He asks balling some up.
"You're insane" I laugh putting another ball of dough down. He takes a small piece of dough out and puts it in his mouth. "Mish!" I push him.
"Its good" he giggles.
"Really, its been in my family for a decade and its good?" I ask with a slight smile at how...weird? He was.
"Its amazing. Almost as amazing as you" he finishes the cookies then puts them in the oven.
"I was thinking we could stay inside, make hot chocolate watch movies and cuddle. No interruptions." I ask hopping up on the counter.
"We have to have my phone on in case of Vicki calls"
"Ok. No drinks either" I point at him firmly. "I'd like to remember this date night"
"Fine! Somebody is a wimp but okay" he chuckles moving between my legs. I smile at him letting my fingers graze his jaw.
"How was your run?" I ask.
"It was good, I ran into our neighbors and they invited us for dinner but I said no because they seem a little crazy" he answers.
"The family and the mom has bleach blonde hair and big boobs?" I ask.
"Yeah??"
"Good" I state.
"What happened?" He asks pulling away.
"Nothing she just tried to flirt with me but I turned her down ok I told her I loved you. And that's the truth" I say trying not to start a fight. His face softens
"She tried flirting with me also" he chuckles.
"Can I ask you something?" I ask. He nods pouring a glass of water. "Are you gay...? Or just bi? Maybe pan even..I just wanna know you know?"
"Well I don't know I always felt different. I think I looked at guys more. But when I met Vicki she just seemed so cool I wasnt really attracted to her like I am to you I feel more connected with you but I only dated girls..so I'm not sure. It doesn't really matter anyway because youve got me now. I'm all yours" he bows at the last part.
"Kill me if I ever take you for granted" I pull him back into me.
"I can't because no matter if you do I still will need my husband" he whispers getting closer to my lips.
"Oh man I love you" I push our lips together.
I was reading this destiel fan fiction and he was just them having sex. Like every chapter they were making out or something and I was like I want mine to have cute moments and things that people go through with relationships like the fighting and trying to leave that happens. Its not always like " I'm gonna sleep with you on the kitchen table!" So yeah ok have some fluff.
