We just back from Boston a few hours ago. Misha went straight up to take a nap and I have decided to sit here and check my emails. "Hi." Misha groans walking outside.
"Hey." I move over so he can sit on swing with me. "Sleep good?"
"Ah man its nice to have a big bed again." He lays his head on my shoulder.
"You mean sharing a small bed with me isn't fun?" I look down at him with a smile.
"Sharing a bed with you that is big enough for both of us is fun but not where I have to sleep on top of you."
"your sleep schedule is going to be so messed up babe."
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"What the fuck!" Misha shouts annoyed. I look up from my phone to see misha leaning his hands against the counter and his head low.
"Baby you ok?" I ask.
"No! Jensen! Does-" he sighs. "I'm sorry." I get up and walk over to him.
"What's wrong?" I run my hands down his arms and squeeze a little when I get to his wrists.
"We're gonna have to go back to Canada in a couple weeks which makes me have to leave west. And Christmas is coming and I don't know what to get you as a romantic gift and how will that work because of course I want to be with you but will our family's come together for it or will we split up for Christmas?"
"How about this Christmas eve your family Christmas us and the day after Christmas my family?"
"I'll talk to my parents about it." Misha mutters.
"And the gift, anything. You can get me a fucking cup and I will still love you."
"But what if its not as good as the gift you get me?"
"I will give you a list of three things ok?"
"Ok" he nods.
"I love you misha."
"I feel so... Stressed?"
"Why?"
"I don't know..maybe Christmas? Or going back to Canada? Or the whole 'you've met my parents and now I've gotta meet yours' thing? I don't know?"
"How about we fly up to Texas next month?"
"Why?"
"A little vaction and meeting my parents."
"Meeting your parents?"
"Yeah we can have dinner one night maybe breakfast one morning and then we can go look at houses and go on dates and have sex whenever?"
"Ok."
"So is that a yes?"
"Yeah let's do it. I could really use a break."
"Let's get packing." I grab his hand and start skipping away.
"But lunch."
"But we can eat later."
"Fine." He groans. I look back and see him smiling.
